on her skin.
“Come on in,” she said.
He strode into the shop, all impossibly broad shoulders and even more impossible natural swagger. Her pulse hammered in her veins, hot and thready simply at the sight of him. He had to be the best-looking man she’d ever seen, and he wore his confidence like a second skin. So damn sexy.
He walked right up to her, paused, then raised a hand to brush a stray lock of hair from her face, his blue gaze on hers.
“Evening, Roisin.”
She bit her lip. “Hi.”
He tilted his head, his eyes narrowing as he looked at her— watched her. Then he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck just firmly enough that she felt his command. And despite the fact that they were in the shop where she worked, she felt herself going down. She felt herself wanting to.
For him.
“Ready to hang out a bit and talk?” he suggested.
“Talk? About what?”
Seriously? He wanted to talk ? She didn’t know whether to be pleased or insulted. Somewhere in the back of her mind she’d imagined them having mad, animalistic sex in the back of the shop the moment they saw each other.
“About you. Come on, Roisin. Let’s walk the city. You can show me around.”
“You want to walk?”
“You’re not wearing heels. You should be able to walk.”
“No, I wore flats today. I mean, yes, I can walk.”
Why couldn’t she put a sensible sentence together? He wasn’t that hot.
Yes, he is.
“Good thing.” He grinned at her. “Otherwise I’d have to throw you over my shoulder.”
She laughed. “You would not.”
He raised a brow, then he lunged at her, grabbed her and had her over his shoulder before she had a chance to resist.
She pounded on his back, on muscle that felt like it was carved from stone. “Put me down, you monster!”
He smacked her ass. “Not until you kiss me, wench.”
“Jesus, Finn. If all you wanted was for me to kiss you, you could have just done it.”
He could kiss her forever, as far as she was concerned.
Forever? Where had that idea come from?
“But it wouldn’t have been as much fun, would it?”
She laughed. She didn’t know what else to do as he gently set her back on her feet.
“Brace yourself, sweetheart,” he said before wrapping a big hand behind her head and pulling her in close.
Oh, his lips were lovely, pressing harder and harder on hers. And his big body, every inch solid as carved steel, was hot against her. She hung onto him as his tongue pushed into her mouth and he deepened the kiss before pulling back.
“Ah, much better.”
“Mmm,” she agreed.
He smacked her ass again. “Let’s go, pretty girl. I want to see this city.”
“Okay, okay. Let me grab my coat.”
In a moment she was with him on the sidewalk, the shop lights off and the door locked.
“Where do you want to go?” she asked.
“I don’t know. We’re in the French Quarter. What should I see?”
“Do you want the tourist spots or the underbelly?”
He chuckled. “I love that you asked me that. Let’s have a sampling of both.”
They started off down Canal Street toward the Jackson Square area, the streetlamps casting halos of gold onto the pavement. There was a bright half-moon out, the sky clear of clouds. She felt his presence at her side almost as if their bodies were touching, she was that hyper-aware of him. She didn’t want to admit how much she liked it.
“So, where are you taking me?” Finn asked as they passed the bars and cafes, the tattoo parlors and small shops that sold Mardi Gras beads, shot glasses, and other items for the tourists who flocked to the city’s French Quarter year-round.
“I thought we’d head toward Café du Monde, but maybe stop at the Old Ursuline Convent on the way.”
“Me at a convent? Now that’s a variation on my life.”
“No nun fetish?” she teased.
“Maybe if it was you in the outfit.” His blue eyes were sparkling, catching the light from the streetlamps and the shining moon.
“That is so not
“Come on in,” she said.
He strode into the shop, all impossibly broad shoulders and even more impossible natural swagger. Her pulse hammered in her veins, hot and thready simply at the sight of him. He had to be the best-looking man she’d ever seen, and he wore his confidence like a second skin. So damn sexy.
He walked right up to her, paused, then raised a hand to brush a stray lock of hair from her face, his blue gaze on hers.
“Evening, Roisin.”
She bit her lip. “Hi.”
He tilted his head, his eyes narrowing as he looked at her— watched her. Then he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck just firmly enough that she felt his command. And despite the fact that they were in the shop where she worked, she felt herself going down. She felt herself wanting to.
For him.
“Ready to hang out a bit and talk?” he suggested.
“Talk? About what?”
Seriously? He wanted to talk ? She didn’t know whether to be pleased or insulted. Somewhere in the back of her mind she’d imagined them having mad, animalistic sex in the back of the shop the moment they saw each other.
“About you. Come on, Roisin. Let’s walk the city. You can show me around.”
“You want to walk?”
“You’re not wearing heels. You should be able to walk.”
“No, I wore flats today. I mean, yes, I can walk.”
Why couldn’t she put a sensible sentence together? He wasn’t that hot.
Yes, he is.
“Good thing.” He grinned at her. “Otherwise I’d have to throw you over my shoulder.”
She laughed. “You would not.”
He raised a brow, then he lunged at her, grabbed her and had her over his shoulder before she had a chance to resist.
She pounded on his back, on muscle that felt like it was carved from stone. “Put me down, you monster!”
He smacked her ass. “Not until you kiss me, wench.”
“Jesus, Finn. If all you wanted was for me to kiss you, you could have just done it.”
He could kiss her forever, as far as she was concerned.
Forever? Where had that idea come from?
“But it wouldn’t have been as much fun, would it?”
She laughed. She didn’t know what else to do as he gently set her back on her feet.
“Brace yourself, sweetheart,” he said before wrapping a big hand behind her head and pulling her in close.
Oh, his lips were lovely, pressing harder and harder on hers. And his big body, every inch solid as carved steel, was hot against her. She hung onto him as his tongue pushed into her mouth and he deepened the kiss before pulling back.
“Ah, much better.”
“Mmm,” she agreed.
He smacked her ass again. “Let’s go, pretty girl. I want to see this city.”
“Okay, okay. Let me grab my coat.”
In a moment she was with him on the sidewalk, the shop lights off and the door locked.
“Where do you want to go?” she asked.
“I don’t know. We’re in the French Quarter. What should I see?”
“Do you want the tourist spots or the underbelly?”
He chuckled. “I love that you asked me that. Let’s have a sampling of both.”
They started off down Canal Street toward the Jackson Square area, the streetlamps casting halos of gold onto the pavement. There was a bright half-moon out, the sky clear of clouds. She felt his presence at her side almost as if their bodies were touching, she was that hyper-aware of him. She didn’t want to admit how much she liked it.
“So, where are you taking me?” Finn asked as they passed the bars and cafes, the tattoo parlors and small shops that sold Mardi Gras beads, shot glasses, and other items for the tourists who flocked to the city’s French Quarter year-round.
“I thought we’d head toward Café du Monde, but maybe stop at the Old Ursuline Convent on the way.”
“Me at a convent? Now that’s a variation on my life.”
“No nun fetish?” she teased.
“Maybe if it was you in the outfit.” His blue eyes were sparkling, catching the light from the streetlamps and the shining moon.
“That is so not
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