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Renner Caldwell has her life perfectly mapped out. She has the ideal relationship, the perfect job and all is right in her world. When a shameful turn of events happens, she boards the first plane bound for Ireland to lick her wounds and get her head back on straight.
Cillian O’Braidagh is the sexy, front man to the Irish rock band, Over The Edge. His rising fame and sultry voice make him every woman’s fantasy come true. Not to mention his single-minded determination. To put it simply: what Cillian wants, Cillian always gets. And he wants Renner, because there’s just something about the flame-haired beauty he has to possess.
If their relationship was just about sex and rock n’ roll, it would be easy for them to get lost in their desires. Only their relationship is anything but a hook-up. Will lies, deceit and hidden tragedy get in the way, making the path to true love uncertain? Or will the girl whose been knocked Off Course, find her footing with the man who is teaching her it’s okay to lose control?
Taking a deep breath, I open the door. I don’t even have time to sort out my feelings because Cillian’s hands snake out. One wraps around my waist and the other cups the back of my head, pulling me to him. His mouth covers mine and he literally bends me backward, giving me the deepest, hottest kiss I’ve ever had in my life. The moment his tongue invades my mouth, he lets out a groan that seems to emanate from deep inside of him and that sound completely melts my insides. I don’t want to, but my hands do what they want and wrap around his neck to hang on.
The kiss is demanding, and yet he seems to be seeking something from me. Something more than just the immediate gratification of his desire.
But no sooner has the kiss started then Cillian straightens up his body, pulling me up flush with him. His kiss lightens until he’s just nibbling on my lips, an action I find to be sexy and endearing at the same time. He finally pulls his lips away and rests his forehead against mine.
“God, I needed that,” he says. He sounds tired.
I pull away to look at him. “Where have you been?” I hope my question sounds merely curious and not accusing in any way.
He releases me and rubs the back of his neck with one hand, as if he has the weight of the world resting there.
“I had some crap to take care of. Can I come in?”
Crap to take care of? And that was more important than calling me or seeing me, especially after we shared that pantie-shredding kiss?
I cross my arms over my chest and block the entrance to my apartment. Now that his body is removed from mine, some of my common sense is returning. I’m now remembering why I tend to shy away from men like Cillian. He’s too unpredictable. Unreliable. He has the power to disappoint me.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I say, hoping my words don’t betray the desire my body is still feeling and very much wants to invite him in.
He tilts his head to the side and narrows his dark eyes at me. “The way you kissed me just now says different. Why the cold shoulder?”
My own eyes narrow back at him. “Cold shoulder? I find it funny you would accuse me of that.”
Cillian sighs and rubs his neck again. “Look. I’m sorry I haven’t been to see you. But something important did come up. Trust me when I say I would have rather been with you. I would have rather been anywhere than where I was.”
Something about his voice weakens my resolve just a bit. I don’t know if he would have rather been with me, but I don’t doubt by the tone of his voice that he did not enjoy whatever it was he was doing. “Come on in and I’ll make some tea. And you can tell me all about it.”
I step aside to let him pass but he doesn’t move. “It’s not something I really want to talk about.”
Um… yeah… that’s just not going to do.
“Then you can just be on your merry way then. You kissed me the other night, Cillian, and it was good. No, that’s not right. It was great. It was a kiss that told me something better was to come. It was a kiss that convinced me to possibly give you a chance. But I’ll be damned if I’m going to be strung along and I’ll be damned if I’m going to be available for your whims. You can either convince me that the something else was more important, or you can get the hell gone.”
I hold my breath, waiting for his reaction. I’m not even sure if I really care which direction he will choose. Part of me wants to expand my horizons and see what this insane attraction is that’s brewing between us. But another part of me, the part that is still the safe, responsible Renner Caldwell, wants him to turn tail and run. That ultimately would be the easiest on me.
My options to Cillian are to leave or to come in and tell me where he was. He chooses to do neither.
Instead, he moves so fast, I don’t even have time to register what he’s doing. His hands come and grip my head. His mouth comes down on me brutally, pushing my lips apart while he starts walking me backward into my apartment.
I’m vaguely aware he kicks out with a booted foot to slam my door shut. He continues walking me backward until I’m flush up against my living room wall.
The halt in my backward progress doesn’t stop him. He merely reaches down with one hand, wraps it under my ass, and hauls me up so that my core is pressed up against his hardness. He does this without even breaking the kiss, thoroughly intent on exploring every inch of my mouth with his tongue.
About the Author
USA Today Best-Selling author, Sawyer Bennett, is a snarky southern woman and reformed trial lawyer who decided to finally start putting on paper all of the stories that were floating in her head. She is married to a mobster (well, a market researcher) and they have two big, furry dogs who hog the bed. Sawyer would like to report she doesn’t have many weaknesses but can be bribed with a nominal amount of milk chocolate.