Page 33 of Unreasonably Yours


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I bark a laugh. “Yes. Lure you into the depths of the Charles with the sweet sounds of construction and aggressive drivers.”

“Not really selling it,” she teases.

“Can't sell you on a lie.” I rest my elbow on the step beside her. “But I can convince you to give Boston a real chance.”

“This is Somerville,” she points out, grinning.

“Ok, Miss Details. I bet I can convince you to stay in the greater Boston metropolitan area.”

“And if you can't?”

“I'll personally help you move anywhere you want.” She raises her brows at that. “The physical labor alone has to be worth at least a few hundred.”

She weighs the merit of my proposal for a beat before standing to extend a hand to me. “Deal.”

I give her hand a firm shake and pull her down onto my lap. It's a dumb choice, one a better version of me wouldn't make, but I just want to feel the weight of her against me. She lets out an adorable shriek that reminds me of how she clung to me when I carried her to bed.

“If seducing me is a part of your grand plan...”

“Nah.” If only I had an actual plan. “Anything involving me should be squarely in the cons column.”

“I don't know about that.” She settles her arms around my neck.

I let her pull me into a kiss, her tongue teasing my mouth open, her teeth nipping at my bottom lip. I groan, pulling back.

“Sure you don't want to take me home?” she teases.

“We’re already at your home.” Not that it mattered. She might have sobered up a bit, but not enough that I felt good about taking her to bed. No matter how much my aching cock was begging me to make a different choice.

“No boys allowed.” She boops my nose. It's so fucking cute I could scream.

“I want to.” I savor the little shiver that runs through her as my fingers trace the back strap of her harness. “Just not tonight.” I lean in, pressing a kiss to the crook of her neck. “But if you're no longer worried about hurricanes or whatever, I'd be glad to take you home some other night.”

“Just at night?” Toni asks, voice rough with need.

I huff a laugh, just below her ear, watching the gooseflesh rise. “Woman, I'd have you in the middle of this street in broad daylight if you'd let me.”

“Not typically an exhibitionist, but I'll try anything once.” There is no way she doesn't feel the way the mere thought makes my cock twitch.

“Ok,” she says with a sigh. “I will let you try to convince me to stick around. And we can just...”

“Not overthink it,” I say it with the full confidence of someone talking entirely out of his ass. I always overthink everything. Except when making unreasonably reckless choices, like enlisting or letting myself get far too entangled in this beautiful woman.

But if I couldn't truly have her, maybe I could at least be something good in her life for a little while.

She nods, a gentle smile lifting her lips. “Not overthink it.”

I can't resist pulling her mouth to mine one more time.

Eventually, with painful effort, we break apart. I make sure she's steady on her feet by her door before stepping back.

“So when should I expect the sales pitch to start?” she asks.

I smile, even though my brain feels like a hornet's nest. “Next week?”

“Looking forward to it.” She kisses me on the cheek. “Goodnight, Cillian.”

“Goodnight.”