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that. We never should have left in the first place.”
“Oh, lad, she’s a handful! Go on, kiss ‘er! Let her know who’s the boss here .”
Liam reached down and scooped up the box from under the bed, giving Seamus a warning glance. For answer the little leprechaun just pointed toward Maggie and made kissing noises.
In disgust, he dropped the box onto the bed and the frame rattled against the cardboard.
“Be careful of that!” Maggie’s two steps brought her to the side of the bed. She picked up the frame and turned it over, clucking in dismay as she did so. “Look, it wasn’t even mounted properly. There’s been a lot of fraying on this piece since it was separated. See? Look here.”
Liam bent in close to see where she was pointing. Her formality was still in place, but when she spoke about the little piece of fabric, her tone was softer. His hand slipped around her waist and he felt her stiffen, although she did not move away. She couldn’t. He’d left her no room.
The casual familiarity of Liam’s hand on her waist threatened to melt her resolve. Frowning, Maggie tried to move around him, but he had her trapped in a tiny space. Pinned between the dresser, the bed and his body, the sudden closeness made her heartbeat race and her cheeks colored to a pretty rose-pink as her flustering attempts to get around him failed.
“Maggie,” Liam whispered softly into her ear. She was so sexy wearing his shirt, with her long, slender legs now pinned between his much larger, much stronger thighs. The sight of her—still mussed from sleep, flustered, obviously aroused—stirred his cock beneath the thin hotel towel.
The tapestry frame pressed against his chest where she held it between them; giving it a gentle tug, he pulled it from her fingers and set it on the bed. Face down. Not that he thought that would stop Seamus, but Liam hoped it would at least mute the leprechaun’s voice.
Maggie’s fingers were nerveless. Liam’s eyes did not leave hers. He smelled so clean, of soap and shaving cream and toothpaste; she still wore their combined scents from last night’s lovemaking. One of his hands still rested on her waist, with the other, Liam now reached for her top button.
God help her, but she wanted this. All her resolutions to put him in his place dissipated in the heat of his touch. The man was a masterful lover and Maggie found she didn’t want to say no.
But she had to. She had already sullied her reputation with Liam—now was the time to repair the damage before things got out of hand. Gritting her teeth, she maneuvered her knee so that it just touched his hardening cock.
“Mr. Finnerty , back away now.”
Liam saw the change in her eyes just seconds before he felt her knee in position. He could easily outmaneuver her; by physical strength alone, if necessary. He knew he would lose her forever if he did. Dropping his hands to his side, he stepped back.
“Maggie, you cannot deny what we did last night.”
“I do not intend to. It was a mistake. I was vulnerable and you took advantage of that. I will not be so little-girlish as to confide in you again.”
“Little-girlish? Maggie, you were no little girl last night. I saw the real you. The one you bury under those tailored suits and that tight bun—just like an old spinster. Is that what you want, Maggie Andrews? Tell me the truth—is that what you want? To be the spinster head of a company you hate?”
“I don’t hate my father’s company!”
“You hate working there, admit it. Maggie, you have the soul of an artist; I see the way you look at that scrap of fabric. That piece of tapestry means nothing to me but that it touches your heart. When you look at it, I get glimpses of the passionate woman I made love to last night.”
She wanted to lie to him, to tell him he was wrong—she loved her work and would be very happy to be married to the company. Unbidden, an image floated in her mind: herself ten years from now, sitting in
“Oh, lad, she’s a handful! Go on, kiss ‘er! Let her know who’s the boss here .”
Liam reached down and scooped up the box from under the bed, giving Seamus a warning glance. For answer the little leprechaun just pointed toward Maggie and made kissing noises.
In disgust, he dropped the box onto the bed and the frame rattled against the cardboard.
“Be careful of that!” Maggie’s two steps brought her to the side of the bed. She picked up the frame and turned it over, clucking in dismay as she did so. “Look, it wasn’t even mounted properly. There’s been a lot of fraying on this piece since it was separated. See? Look here.”
Liam bent in close to see where she was pointing. Her formality was still in place, but when she spoke about the little piece of fabric, her tone was softer. His hand slipped around her waist and he felt her stiffen, although she did not move away. She couldn’t. He’d left her no room.
The casual familiarity of Liam’s hand on her waist threatened to melt her resolve. Frowning, Maggie tried to move around him, but he had her trapped in a tiny space. Pinned between the dresser, the bed and his body, the sudden closeness made her heartbeat race and her cheeks colored to a pretty rose-pink as her flustering attempts to get around him failed.
“Maggie,” Liam whispered softly into her ear. She was so sexy wearing his shirt, with her long, slender legs now pinned between his much larger, much stronger thighs. The sight of her—still mussed from sleep, flustered, obviously aroused—stirred his cock beneath the thin hotel towel.
The tapestry frame pressed against his chest where she held it between them; giving it a gentle tug, he pulled it from her fingers and set it on the bed. Face down. Not that he thought that would stop Seamus, but Liam hoped it would at least mute the leprechaun’s voice.
Maggie’s fingers were nerveless. Liam’s eyes did not leave hers. He smelled so clean, of soap and shaving cream and toothpaste; she still wore their combined scents from last night’s lovemaking. One of his hands still rested on her waist, with the other, Liam now reached for her top button.
God help her, but she wanted this. All her resolutions to put him in his place dissipated in the heat of his touch. The man was a masterful lover and Maggie found she didn’t want to say no.
But she had to. She had already sullied her reputation with Liam—now was the time to repair the damage before things got out of hand. Gritting her teeth, she maneuvered her knee so that it just touched his hardening cock.
“Mr. Finnerty , back away now.”
Liam saw the change in her eyes just seconds before he felt her knee in position. He could easily outmaneuver her; by physical strength alone, if necessary. He knew he would lose her forever if he did. Dropping his hands to his side, he stepped back.
“Maggie, you cannot deny what we did last night.”
“I do not intend to. It was a mistake. I was vulnerable and you took advantage of that. I will not be so little-girlish as to confide in you again.”
“Little-girlish? Maggie, you were no little girl last night. I saw the real you. The one you bury under those tailored suits and that tight bun—just like an old spinster. Is that what you want, Maggie Andrews? Tell me the truth—is that what you want? To be the spinster head of a company you hate?”
“I don’t hate my father’s company!”
“You hate working there, admit it. Maggie, you have the soul of an artist; I see the way you look at that scrap of fabric. That piece of tapestry means nothing to me but that it touches your heart. When you look at it, I get glimpses of the passionate woman I made love to last night.”
She wanted to lie to him, to tell him he was wrong—she loved her work and would be very happy to be married to the company. Unbidden, an image floated in her mind: herself ten years from now, sitting in
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