Page 8 of Whiskey & Witches
And Aeden.
Goddess, she was an eejit.
Kneeling beside her, Carrick cradled her face within his palms. “Tell me where you’re hurt. Where’s the blood coming from?”
Blood? She tilted her head as much as his hands allowed. The rock to her shoulder had cut her sleeve and nicked her skin along with it.
“I’m grand, Carrick.” With impatience and a strength she thought had deserted her, she brushed his hands away. “Just some little feckers out to teach the evil witch a lesson.”
“Jaysus, Ro! Who were the boys? I’ll see they’re punished.”
The temptation was strong to let him, but she shook her head. “I’ll deal with it in my own time.” And although she hated to ask, she needed his help to stand. “Could you… give me a hand?”
He surprised her when he laid down beside her and folded his arms over his chest instead.
“Are ya mad? What are you doing?” she demanded, turning her head to look him in the eye.
“It’s occurred to me, we haven’t done this in a long while.”
“This? Get stoned by a couple of juvenile delinquents?”
Anger pulsed from him, and Roisin gasped her shock when it lightly smacked into her body. “Carrick! When did you learn to do that, now?”
“Do what?”
“The magic.”
“What are you talkin’ about, Ro? I didn’t perform magic.”
“Ya did! I felt it, I did.”
He rolled to his side, propped up by his elbow, and gazed down into her face. “What are you going on about?”
“Your anger… just now. I felt it,” she repeated. “It burst out of you.”
Carrick stared, nonplussed. “Yeah, I experienced a tingle, but here, I thought it was you.”
She grinned. “It was all you.”
It was easy to tell he didn’t believe her by his doubtful expression.
Then his moody green eyes dropped to her smiling lips.
Uh oh!She recognized the look.Carrick O’Malley was feeling amorous.
Maybe the magic coursing through his system was affecting him in other ways.
Roisin’s pulse sped up considerably.
In a lightning-fast move, he was kneeling over her, a hand braced on either side of her head. Trapped, she couldn’t move even had she wanted. And if she were being honest, she had absolutely no desire to escape the cage created by his beautiful, sculpted forearms. After a lifetime together, she recognized the sign; Carrick intended to steal a kiss.
A kiss was a bad idea.
The worst.
Top-of-the-charts terrible, in fact.
But she didn’t say no when his eyes begged permission.Hell, no!She wanted this. Wanted him.
