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But I'm already reaching for the phone, scanning the message. "O'Brien got a name. The shooter's been hired by the Kellys."
Conall's expression hardens instantly. "The Kellys have been quiet for years."
"Not anymore." I slide off the table on unsteady legs, already missing the feel of him inside me. "Looks like someone wants a war."
"Then we'll give them one."
As we dress in charged silence, I can't help but smile. Everything has changed, just like he said. The investigation continues, enemies circle like wolves, and danger lurks around every corner.
But I have Conall Devlin in my bed now. And after what just happened on this conference table, I plan to keep him there.
War or no war.
CHAPTER
FOURTEEN
I watchSaoirse adjust her dress in the hallway mirror and want to tear the midnight blue silk right off her body.
The fabric clings to every curve I've mapped with my eyes but never touched. Hugs the ass I dream about gripping while I fuck her against the wall. Shows just enough cleavage to make my cock ache with need.
She catches me staring in the reflection. Our eyes lock, and I see the same hunger burning in hers. The same desperate want we've been fighting for months.
"Stop looking at me like that," she whispers.
"Like what?"
"Like you want to devour me."
I step closer, close enough to smell her perfume. Close enough to see her pulse racing at her throat. "Because I do."
Her breath catches. "Conall?—"
"The Russians will be here soon." I force myself to step back before I pin her against that mirror and show her exactly what I want to do to her. "Are you ready for this?"
"No." She turns to face me, those blue-green eyes full of fire. "I'm not ready to be sold like cattle to the highest bidder."
The anger in her voice makes my blood sing. I want to channel that fury into something else. Want to lift her onto the hall table and bury my face between her thighs until she screams my name instead of discussing marriage to another man.
"Your father thinks this alliance?—"
"I don't give a damn what my father thinks." She moves toward me, and I catch the scent of her arousal beneath expensive perfume. "Do you know what I think about at night, Conall?"
My cock hardens instantly. "Don't."
"Your hands on my body. Your mouth on my skin." Her voice drops to a whisper that goes straight to my dick. "The way you'd fuck me if you stopped being such a gentleman."
"Saoirse." Her name comes out strangled.
"I touch myself thinking about you." Her confession nearly brings me to my knees. "Imagine it's your fingers inside me, making me come."
I grab her wrist, pulling her against me so she can feel how hard she makes me. "You're going to kill me."
She rocks against my erection, and I bite back a groan. "Good. Because watching another man court me might kill me first."
The front door chimes, announcing Petrov's arrival. The moment shatters as duty crashes back in.
"We can't do this," I rasp, forcing myself to release her.
