his perfect chest exposed. “And in my right mind, thanks
to you.”
Meg sat up, and her head did indeed hurt. “It worked?”
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Of course it worked. The evidence was sitting right in front of her
like a piece of perfectly tempting chocolate cake she wanted to devour
in one long bite. Memories of his life flooded her. She groaned as her
head ached.
He was on the bed behind her in an instant. He pulled her between
his long legs and cradled her back to his chest. His hands sank into
her hair, strong fingers massaging her scalp. “Careful, Meggie mine.
You took a whole lot of me. I’m sure you still feel the effects.”
His hands felt good on her. She relaxed into his warmth. “You’re
better now?”
“I am damn near perfect.” Cian’s voice was a slow seduction in
her ear. He leaned close, and she felt his lips moving. “I don’t know
how to thank a woman for saving me. Can you think of any way I
could please you?”
Even with her head throbbing, she could think of a way. Meg
shook his hands off her. She had to come to her senses. She wasn’t
about to get her heart broken by a second Finn brother.
“Stop, Cian. You don’t have to thank me.” She scrambled off the
bed. She gathered her dignity around her like a mantle. “I am just glad
you’re all right.”
Cian’s eyes darkened, but he relaxed after a moment. He leaned
back against the pillows, not hiding his raging erection at all. It tented his pants admirably. He spared her not a single, delectable inch of his
glorious body as he stretched out. “I am more than fine, wife. I am
perfectly healthy and prepared to serve you in any fashion you can
think of.”