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the fabric down and off before tossing it to the
floor. She wore a scrap of blue lace panties that were somehow even more erotic
than seeing her naked would have been. Made him want to take that elastic band
between his teeth and—
    “Sean!” She half sat up and for a dark second or two, Sean was
worried she’d changed her mind at the last. The thought of that nearly brought
him to his knees.
    “What is it?”
    “Protection,” she said. “I’m not on the pill, and I don’t
really travel with condoms.” Worrying her bottom lip with her teeth, she
blurted, “Maybe Ronan’s got some old ones upstairs…”
    “No need,” he said and stood. “I’ve some in the glove box of
the car.”
    She just looked at him. “You keep condoms in the glove
compartment?”
    Truthfully, he hadn’t used any of the stash he kept there for
emergencies in longer than he cared to admit. There hadn’t been a woman for him
in months. Maybe, he thought now, it was because he’d been too tangled up in
thoughts of twilight eyes and kissable lips. Well, he didn’t much care for the
sound of that, so he told himself that maybe he’d just been too bloody busy
getting his airline off the ground, so to speak.
    “Pays to be prepared,” was all he said.
    Georgia’s lips twitched. “I didn’t realize Ireland had Boy Scouts.”
    “What?”
    “Never mind,” she whispered, lifting her hips and pulling her
panties off. “Just…hurry.”
    “I bloody well will.” He scraped one hand across his face, then
turned and bolted for the front door. It cost him to leave her, even for the few
moments this necessary trip would take.
    He was through the front door and out to his car in a blink. He
hardly felt the misting rain as it covered him in an icy, wet blanket. The night
was quiet; the only light came from that of the fire within the parlor, a mere
echo of light out here, battling and losing against the darkness and the
rain.
    He tore through the glove box, grabbed the box of condoms and
slammed the door closed again. Back inside the house, he staggered to a stop on
the threshold of the parlor. She’d moved from the couch, and now she lay
stretched out, naked, on the rug before the fire, her head on one of the
countless pillows she’d brought down there with her.
    Sean’s gaze moved over her in a flash and then again, more
slowly, so he could savor everything she was. Mouth dry, heartbeat hammering in
his chest, he thought he’d never seen a more beautiful picture than the one she
made in the firelight.
    “You’re wet,” she whispered.
    Sean shoved one hand through his rain-soaked hair, then
shrugged off his shirt. “Hadn’t noticed.”
    “Cold?” she asked, and levered herself up on one elbow to watch
him.
    The curve of her hip, the swell of her breasts and the heat in
her eyes all came together to flash into an inferno inside him. “Cold? Not
likely.”
    Never taking his gaze from hers, he pulled off the rest of his
clothes and simply dropped them onto the colorful rug beneath his feet. He went
to her, laser-focused on the woman stretched out beside him on the carpet in the
firelight.
    She reached up and cupped his cheek before smiling. “I thought
we’d have more room down here than on the couch.”
    “Very sensible,” he muttered, kissing her palm then dipping to
claim her lips in a brief, hard kiss. “Nothing more sexy than a smart
woman.”
    “Always nice to hear.” She grinned and moved into him, pressing
her mouth to his. Opening for him, welcoming the taste of him as he devoured
her. Bells clanged in his mind, warning or jubilation he didn’t care which.
    All that mattered now was the next touch. The next taste. She
filled him as he’d never been filled before and all Sean could think was Why had it taken them so bloody long to do this?
    Then his thoughts dissolved under an onslaught of sensations
that flooded his system. He tore his mouth from hers to nibble at the underside
of her jaw. To drag lips and tongue