His pupils dilate until his eyes look black.
With a weird thrill running through my body, I move my hands to his back, stroking my palms over his smooth, warm skin. When my fingers graze the hard rounded swell of his ass, he shivers.
Looking deep into his eyes, I whisper, “Or this beautiful hard body to make me feel so safe and protected.”
The groan that escapes his lips is low and guttural. His eyelids drift shut. He rasps, “I don’t even care if you’re lying. That’s the hottest f*****g thing any woman’s ever said to me.”
“I’m not lying. I’ve never felt safer before than I do right now, here with you. My gorgeous, masculine, badass Irishman who I haven’t stopped thinking about since the day we met.”
He’s wearing an expression I’ve only ever seen before on people right before they fain
