“Yeah, because I just ate your pretty pussy, St. James.” My cheeks flush, and he chuckles wickedly. “But I told you tonight was aboutyou.”
I don’t even have the chance to pout or argue, which I absolutely was planning to, because he leans forward and slides his hands along my jaw, cradling my face gently in his big hands. And then his lips are on me, kissing me until I’m breathless, the faint taste of me still lingering on his tongue.
I’m slightly dazed when he pulls back to stare down at me. “I’ll takemythank-you as you coming to dinner with Ais or I’ll never hear the bloody end of it.”
My head falls back as a giggle escapes me and I recall using the very same line earlier.
Cillian’s smile is contagious, and I can’t help but mirror it. He sits down beside me, gathering me in his arms. Realization hits me that I’m still completely naked, and he’s completely clothed.
I reach for the blanket on the back of the couch and pull it over me.
“Isn’t me meeting your sister kind of… not casual?” I ask, genuinely surprised that he would ask me this. He’s so fiercely closed off and doesn’t give very much of himself to anyone.
He shrugs. “My sister’s persistent, and she knows we’re friends. I think you’d like her. You remind me a lot of her.”
This comes as a shock, especially now that I’ve gathered how close they are.
“Okay. I’ll come,” I say. “But I think that I’m going to need some thank-yous for this. Lots of them actually—multiplein one night. You know what, actually maybe you should go back down to my…”
Fingers press into my side, tickling me until I’m squirming and thrashing.
“Brat,” he mumbles.
“All your fault.”
I changed my outfit at least five times before settling on a pair of tight, dark-washed jeans that I know Cillian likes because he can’t seem to stop staring at my ass in them, and a simple, silk camisole with my combat boots. And my leather jacket because it’s one of my favorites now. Mostly because it makes me feel like a badass, and I need all the bad-bitch vibes I can get tonight.
I know that it’s just dinner with Cillian’s sister, and that we’re just friends.
But it still has me feeling slightly anxious because I’ve never donethisbefore, and therefore I have absolutely no idea what to expect.
I’ve never met the sister of someone I like… and have feelings for.
Exhaling, I run my palms down the front of my thighs once more.
I even wore my hair down. Well, half of it’s pulled back by a small clip, but still.
I’ve started to realize that even though I’m probably always going to be a casual girl, I do like experimenting with new things. Even if they’re not something I end up liking, a.k.a. the latex dominatrix dress that I will never speak of ever again, it’s still good to try.
Before I can knock on Cillian’s front door, it swings open and a girl around my age appears. I’m assuming this is Aisling, his sister.
Holy. Shit.
She looks so much like Cillian, it’s startling. If I didn’t know there was an age difference, I would think they were twins.
Dark, curly hair falls to her waist, wispy bangs brushing the tops of her eyebrows, and pale green irises partially veiled behindpurple-framed glasses. When a wide smile overtakes her face, there’s a slight dimple in each of her cheeks, and immediately, I feel my shoulders relaxing. Clearly, her brother got the broody gene because this girl seems like sunshine, and it immediately makes me less anxious.
My anxiety wasn’t so much about Cillian but about meeting Aisling for the first time, and worrying if she’ll like me. She’s the most important person in his life, and I just want to make a good impression.
“Hi!” she says. “It’s nice to finally meet you.” She’s about the same height as me, with a small dainty frame that’s draped in a colorful baggy sweater and flared yoga pants, with a pair of fuzzy slippers. Her style is quirky, colorful, and fun, and I love it.
She comes in for a hug and my arms slide around her, returning it, and I realize that I’m smiling too. It’s hard not to. She’s got the same charismatic charm that I’ve seen her brother possess.
“Hi. You must be Aisling?”
She nods. “And you’re Rory. I have a million questions, starting with how do you put up with my brother?”
“Aisling, Christ, can she come in the bloody apartment before you bombard her?” I hear Cillian’s deep voice from behind her, and I giggle.
