"s**t!" Ivette said, twisting to look at him. "Do not sneak up on me like that!"
Where was Fiona? Where did he come from?
Cian smiled, reaching around her to grab a cookie from the tray. "You're cooking. Why?"
Her cheeks flamed and she bit on her lower lip nervously. "I...uh...got hungry."
He shot her a knowing look that said he knew she was lying but she didn't mind, not as he took a bite out of the cookie and her eyes dropped to his lips as he chewed.
Hell.
He could even make chewing seem hot.
His gaze met hers and held. He regarded her with burning intensity and her body instantly reacted, even if he hadn't yet touched her.
"Doona be looking at me like that, lass. I might just kiss you."
She sucked in her lower lip, wetting it and she looked at him beneath thick, long lashes. "
