here.”
Cian showed no ill effects of the enormous amount of ale he had
downed. He had to have doubled her intake. The boy could drink.
“No, I said I needed to live here,” Meg corrected. Now she
remembered that she had kissed Cian. She had been slightly drunk,
and everyone was urging them to kiss. Meg had meant to placate them
with a little peck, but Cian had dipped her back over his arm and
overwhelmed her. His tongue had slipped into her mouth and had its
way with hers. He’d rubbed his body against hers, and she’d felt
every inch of his intent. He’d gotten her so hot she might have done
him right there.
She needed to stay away from him. He was always touching her.
The night before, he’d held her hand or had his arm around her waist
all of the time. There hadn’t been a single moment she wasn’t aware
of him.
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Cian’s face was sweet as he sat up and crossed his legs. He paid
no mind to his nudity, or to his morning friend. “I know. You think
living here will prove something to Beck. I don’t think so, but I’m
willing to go along with what you want. Can we get a bigger bed,
though? It was cramped last night. I have no idea how we’re going to
fuck on that.”
Meg gasped. He hadn’t heard a word she’d said last night. “We’re
not. Cian, we need to talk.”
“I can do that,” he promised with a sober look on his face.
Meg couldn’t take her eyes off his enormous erection. It lay
almost flat against his belly. “How do you expect me to hold a serious
conversation with you like that?”
He shrugged. “You’re my wife. It’s my permanent state around