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Why did the woman have to be so fucking stubborn? And it wasn’t because she wasn’t attracted to me because I knew she was. I felt her bones melt-if only for a second-when I had wrapped my arm around her yesterday before asking her to dinner again.
So. What. The. Fuck?
It was possible that Rowan genuinely didn’t like me, and if that were the case, then I probably needed to ask her pointblank.
And when I saw the blonde stunner making her way to the restrooms, brother-free, I decided to do just that.
Chapter 25
Rowan~
Istared at the woman in the mirror, and it was time to cut her off. Even though Lorcan’s macho bullshit had very nearly killed my buzz, the red-rimmed eyes staring back at me told me it was time to call it a night.
Going into the stall, handling my business, then coming back out to wash my hands, I realized my face was in dire need of the old fingers-underneath-the eyes move. After pushing my faded black eyeliner back in its place, I pulled my compact out from my purse and did my best.
After a few minutes of primping, I studied my reflection, and while I didn’t look as if I needed an intervention anymore, I’ve looked better. Then remembering that Grayson has seen me poop myself, even if he was only four-years-old at the time, and I was two, I figured the woman looking back from the mirror was good enough.
I opened the door and turned the hallway corner, only to have my arm grabbed and drug back into an alcove near one of the emergency exits.
“What the hell?” With my back pressed up against the wall, an irritated Lorcan Cavanaugh was staring down at me. “What are you doing?”
“I just want to test something.”
I pushed my hands against his chest. “Get out of my way, Lorcan.”
“One kiss,” he replied. “One kiss and if you really don’t want to explore anything after that, I’ll leave you alone.”
“You’re lying,” I said accusingly.
“You’re right,” he admitted. “But I nearly got into a fight with your brother, Rowan. I’m losing my mind here.”
His honesty was quick to weaken me. Lorcan Cavanaugh was not the type of man to chase a woman. He wasn’t the type to show his vulnerability. The man had the reputation of a shark. He was a powerhouse you didn’t want on your bad side. And for a full year, he’s been asking me out.
I stared into those stunning grey eyes of his and agreed to make the mistake of kissing him. “One kiss, Lorcan,” I negotiated. “That’s it.”
“One kiss,” he agreed, though we both knew he was lying. He had admitted as much.
Glancing around, we were still in the view of people, so I grabbed him by the lapels of his suit jacket and pulled him deeper into the shadows. As soon as I felt confident that we were hidden, I gave him the permission he’s been asking for all these months. “One kiss, Lorcan. That’s-”
The man’s lips came crashing down on mine, andholy shit.
With his hands cradling my face, I never imagined his lips would feel so soft against mine. The fullness made me think of how they might feel on other parts of my body, but I quickly shut down that avenue of thinking. But I quickly got caught up in that line of thinking again when Lorcan’s tongue swept along the seam of my lips, encouraging them to open for him.
And I did.
My fingers fisting the fabric of his suit, I opened and let him in, and he tasted like expensive bourbon and tempted sin. He tasted like he knew exactly what to do in the bedroom.
Entangling my tongue with his, a low growl vibrated from his throat, and while keeping my face anchored with one hand, the other slid down and around my back, now my entire body anchored to his.
It felt good to be in his arms like this.
When Lorcan’s leg nudged its way between my legs, there was no mistaking the hard baton of steel pressed against my body.
The fucking dude was huge.
Breaking off the kiss, his voice was a deep, rugged snarl. “Fucking Christ, Rowan,” he panted against my lips. “Don’t tell me you don’t feel that.”
I did.
