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with, but he knew he had to help her prove her innocence.
Behind her glasses, her eyes were big and round. They looked at him with a combination of trust and pleading. She really did believe that he would find the ruby for her, and clear her name.
She wasn’t the thief. Relief filled him.
‘I’ll do it.’ He bent his head to brush her lips with his, intending it as comfort and confirmation of the deal.
Sinead’s lips were soft and sweet, with a hint of peach-flavoured lip balm. It was a contrast to how sharply she could speak and he allowed himself to enjoy the taste of her. The iron lady had a soft centre. For a moment, he thought she was going to pull back, maybe even slap him. Instead she leaned into his kiss and tentatively returned it.
She parted her lips under his, allowing him a tantalizing taste of her mouth.
Without warning, hunger roared through him. This wasn’t enough, would never be enough. Niall pulled Sinead into his arms, enjoying the feel of her body against his much bigger one. She might be small, but she wasn’tdelicate. Through her bulky clothes, he could feel her vitality and resilience.
He slid his hand into her hair, holding her head still so that he could deepen the kiss. He tightened his grip and tilted her head back, changing the angle. She gasped, but didn’t resist. Niall slanted his mouth across hers, eager to taste it. She moaned slightly, the tiny sound egging him on. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, invading it.
Her mouth rose hesitantly to touch his, giving him silent permission to carry on. God, she was so sweet. How had he missed it? He swept his tongue across hers while tightening his arms around her.
His cock rose, hard and demanding, but he ignored it. Kissing Sinead required all his attention. He pulled back slightly, so that he could see her face, flushed and tempting.
Her eyes opened. ‘What?’ she said, dazed.
But he kissed her again before she could go on. This time, he sucked her lower lip into his mouth and nipped it. She jerked but didn’t recoil. He soothed it, a tiny kiss asking forgiveness before plunging back into her mouth. She kissed him back.
He could do this for hours. Days. Months. How had someone as sharp and controlled as Sinead O’Sullivan concealed this much sweetness and passion?
She moved so that her breasts were pressed against him. They were round and lush. He had felt them while he was in her bed that morning and was impatient to see them in daylight. With her colouring, they’d be pale and delicate, and would mark when he sucked on them.
He couldn’t wait. He slid a hand beneath her sweater, eager to examine them more carefully. The bra she woreunderneath was some sort of lace, and he could feel her nipple rising, hard and proud, into his hand. His mouth watered for the taste of her.
A disapproving cough sounded, alerting him to the presence of a couple of elderly walkers and reminding him where he was. Out in the open, on a seat on a walking trail that saw thousands of people pass every day. From the expression on the faces of the Swiss couple, he had already gone too far.
With an effort, he set her away from him, but held her upright until her breathing steadied and she had command of herself again.
God help him, he loved seeing her like this, all dazed and uncertain, with her lips slightly bruised and her hair mussed. He wondered what it would look like spread over his pillow. He was determined to find out, and soon.
Unlike most redheads, her eyelashes and eyebrows were dark, giving her face definition and making those startling eyes even more dramatic. Perhaps that was why she wore such unflattering glasses. Eyes like that could get a girl into trouble.
‘You’re staring,’ she said.
‘Eyes like yours should be illegal,’ he said.
For once, he silenced her. She opened her mouth but no words came out. He liked this feeling.
‘I have no idea what you are talking about.’ But her prim tone didn’t deceive him; the
Behind her glasses, her eyes were big and round. They looked at him with a combination of trust and pleading. She really did believe that he would find the ruby for her, and clear her name.
She wasn’t the thief. Relief filled him.
‘I’ll do it.’ He bent his head to brush her lips with his, intending it as comfort and confirmation of the deal.
Sinead’s lips were soft and sweet, with a hint of peach-flavoured lip balm. It was a contrast to how sharply she could speak and he allowed himself to enjoy the taste of her. The iron lady had a soft centre. For a moment, he thought she was going to pull back, maybe even slap him. Instead she leaned into his kiss and tentatively returned it.
She parted her lips under his, allowing him a tantalizing taste of her mouth.
Without warning, hunger roared through him. This wasn’t enough, would never be enough. Niall pulled Sinead into his arms, enjoying the feel of her body against his much bigger one. She might be small, but she wasn’tdelicate. Through her bulky clothes, he could feel her vitality and resilience.
He slid his hand into her hair, holding her head still so that he could deepen the kiss. He tightened his grip and tilted her head back, changing the angle. She gasped, but didn’t resist. Niall slanted his mouth across hers, eager to taste it. She moaned slightly, the tiny sound egging him on. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, invading it.
Her mouth rose hesitantly to touch his, giving him silent permission to carry on. God, she was so sweet. How had he missed it? He swept his tongue across hers while tightening his arms around her.
His cock rose, hard and demanding, but he ignored it. Kissing Sinead required all his attention. He pulled back slightly, so that he could see her face, flushed and tempting.
Her eyes opened. ‘What?’ she said, dazed.
But he kissed her again before she could go on. This time, he sucked her lower lip into his mouth and nipped it. She jerked but didn’t recoil. He soothed it, a tiny kiss asking forgiveness before plunging back into her mouth. She kissed him back.
He could do this for hours. Days. Months. How had someone as sharp and controlled as Sinead O’Sullivan concealed this much sweetness and passion?
She moved so that her breasts were pressed against him. They were round and lush. He had felt them while he was in her bed that morning and was impatient to see them in daylight. With her colouring, they’d be pale and delicate, and would mark when he sucked on them.
He couldn’t wait. He slid a hand beneath her sweater, eager to examine them more carefully. The bra she woreunderneath was some sort of lace, and he could feel her nipple rising, hard and proud, into his hand. His mouth watered for the taste of her.
A disapproving cough sounded, alerting him to the presence of a couple of elderly walkers and reminding him where he was. Out in the open, on a seat on a walking trail that saw thousands of people pass every day. From the expression on the faces of the Swiss couple, he had already gone too far.
With an effort, he set her away from him, but held her upright until her breathing steadied and she had command of herself again.
God help him, he loved seeing her like this, all dazed and uncertain, with her lips slightly bruised and her hair mussed. He wondered what it would look like spread over his pillow. He was determined to find out, and soon.
Unlike most redheads, her eyelashes and eyebrows were dark, giving her face definition and making those startling eyes even more dramatic. Perhaps that was why she wore such unflattering glasses. Eyes like that could get a girl into trouble.
‘You’re staring,’ she said.
‘Eyes like yours should be illegal,’ he said.
For once, he silenced her. She opened her mouth but no words came out. He liked this feeling.
‘I have no idea what you are talking about.’ But her prim tone didn’t deceive him; the
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