And also… what his lips feel like, or the face he makes when he comes.
But I can’t exactly tell him that, so I’ll keep that little piece to myself, locked away in my spank bank.
“Okay,” he says. “Let’s do it. You first.”
I rake my lips over my teeth, contemplating a safe place to start.
My stomach starts to do that flipping thing when I’m nervous, and I know that all the questions I want to ask are probably things he’s not ready to divulge, and I’m blanking, letting those nerves get the best of me the second he puts me on the spot.
I’m lost in my head when I feel Cillian’s fingers grasp my chin, tipping it up. He’s staring at me with an intensity that has a flurry of goose bumps erupting on my skin.
“Stop worrying, St. James. There’s no pressure. We’re just two strangers, getting to know each other,” he murmurs. “So, get out of your head. Introduce yourself and ask me a question.”
I nod and exhale shakily.
He’s right. It’s just him.
I can do this. He’s the world’s biggest mystery, and he’s giving me full access right now. This should be the easiest conversation I’ve ever had.
No pressure. Just like he said.
“Hi, I’m Rory,” I say with a smile, extending my hand toward him.
He gives me the same panty-melting smile that I already know he must use on all the girls and slides his warm, rough hand in mine, shaking it gently. I can feel the hard calluses on his palm from all the time he spends training and, honestly, it’s so sexy.
I know I probably shouldn’t be focusing on his sexiness right now, especially because it’s the reason behind the majority of my nerves at this point. But it’s impossible not to. His charm is magnetic, and he wields it like a weapon.
When he wants to.
He doesn’t immediately drop my hand, letting the handshake linger longer than would normally be acceptable if we were actually strangers.
“Hi, Rory. It’s nice to meet you. You look beautiful tonight. I love that sweater.”
I swallow as I glance down at the soft, baby-blue cashmere sweater that I picked out for tonight. “Thank you. It’s… nice to meet you too.”
Cillian smirks, shooting me a playful wink as he drops my hand and sits back in the chair. “How’s your night so far?”
Weird. Kind of… exciting?
I don’t say any of the things I’m thinking, and instead say, “It’s good. Really good. This place has the best food, so I love coming here. I’m a bit of a foodie.”
He nods. I swear I can feel the lightest stroke of his finger along the back of my arm, but I’m probably imagining it.
“Yeah, definitely a good place.” His voice lowers. “This is the part where you smile and show the lad that you’re interested in continuing the conversation. You’re in control, but it gives him the opportunity to ramp up the flirting, keep it going. It’s thesmall signals that you need. Let’s skip to the questions, you’re doing great, St. James.”
His instructions give me an odd sense of reassurance, and it helps me relax some.
“What’s your major?” I blurt out the first question that comes to mind. Honestly, I can’t believe it’s something I don’t already know about him. It’s simple yet hasn’t been something I’ve thought to ask before now.
“Business management.”
My brow lifts in surprise. He doesn’t at all seem like a business kind of guy.
I open my mouth to say something about his rugby career, then I remember that I’ve been strictly forbidden from mentioning sports, so I snap it shut.
“What about you?” he adds, leaning in slightly.
“Sports medicine. I’ve always loved learning about how the body works, especially when it comes to athl—” I stop short, and Cillian chuckles, humor dancing in his irises.
