“She’s not picky,” he replied. “But she has terrible taste. That one is the meanest of the bunch. I think she must like her sex a little rough.”
Aisling burst out laughing. “She’s a goat. All sex is probably a little rough.”
“How do I get her home?”
“I’ll have one of the men take her home. We’re too late to save her reputation, so we’ll return her later.”
With one last glance at the animal, she turned and walked toward her home. Ronan came hurrying up behind her.
“So,” Ronan said, glancing at her. “About that kiss…I wanted to offer an apology.”
Aisling turned sharply. “Apology not accepted.”
His brows furrowed. “What?”
“You never apologize for a kiss. You just ruined it.”
“You said you’d cut my balls off if I did it again.”
She shrugged. “Did you like the kiss?”
He opened his mouth. Closed it. Then said, “Yes.”
She grinned. “Me too.”
“But you threatened me.”
People were still gossiping about that kiss in the pub—followed, naturally, by her threat to maim him. But truth be told, she got a real kick out of keeping him confused. It was like emotional dodgeball, and Ronan never knew if she’d kiss him or hit him with a frying pan.
“And you’re going to let that stop you? If so, you are not near the man I thought you were.”
“Jesus, woman,” he muttered. “What is a man supposed to do?”
She started laughing, spinning away from him and jogging across the field. “Figure it out, Gallagher!”
He chased her, and a thrill went through her as they sprinted across the field. “I’m trying!”
She turned—and ran straight into him. His hands caught her waist, steadying her, their faces inches apart.
“I thought you hated me,” he whispered.
“I still do,” she said, breathless. “But… you’re a damn good writer. And an even better kisser.”
Staring down at her, his gray/blue eyes shimmered with a heat that made her shiver.
Then he kissed her again—and this time, it wasn’t impulsive.
It was slow. Intentional. Smoldering. A bedroom-worthy kiss that sent heat spiraling through her.
His mouth moved over hers with a reverence that contradicted every insult they’d ever hurled. His hand cupped the back of her neck. She leaned into him, breath mingling with his, everything inside her softening like butter in sunlight.
It wasn’t just chemistry.
It was something else.
Something dangerous.
She broke the kiss first, her heart thundering. “Don’t make me regret that.”
