66. CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
The heated-up lasagna tastes delicious and Eoghan finds a bottle of acceptable red wine to pair with the meal.
We eat standing up, carrying our plates, and walking through the house as I give him a tour.
“Did you grow up in this house?” he asks.
“We moved a few times. They bought this house when I was in high school.”
“Why did you move so much?”
Shrugging, I say, “Mom got bored. She likes to decorate.”
“And your da died here?”
“Yes. That took the wind out of Mom’s decorating sails. It’s like she wanted to keep everything the same.”
We get to the bottom of the stairs, and it hits us at the same time, looking up the tall staircase. Feeling overwhelmed, I sit on the bottom step. “She won’t be able to climb these for a while.”
“Is there a room down here I can move her bed into?”
I put the plate down next to me and hold my head. “Eoghan, why are you doing this?”
He lowers in front of me, putting his empty plate next to mine. “Look at me, sparkles.”
Warm tears build behind my eyes. “It’s hard to look at you.”
“Why?” He tucks a loose hair behind my ear, my low chignon a wreck by now. “It’s so easy to look at you. The moment I saw you, I knew…”
“Knew?”
“I wanted you,” he whispers.
Smirking, I say, “I was the prosecutor for your brother’s case. I was trying to put him in jail.”
“Then you can imagine the conflict coursing through me on that one.” His hand sweeps under my chin. “But when you know, you know.”
“Sure,” I nod, but he’s frowning. “What?”
“Either you don’t believe that, or as far as I’m concerned, you don’t feel the same way.”
“I feel more that it can’t work between us.”
After a long beat of silence, he picks up the plates and returns to the kitchen. “You’ve had a long day.”
Hearing the dishes clink in the sink, the faucet running, and the dishwasher opening up, I lift off the steps. I can’t let a mafia boss do the dishes.
But there he is.
What is wrong with me?
Johnny keeps popping into my mind. Eoghan thinks he’s the only man who’s been inside me. That’s driving all this possessiveness.
I have to come clean about the app and what I’ve done. Roll the dice that Eoghan will still want me if he finds out I asked for kinky sex from a stranger to ease the raw need that he, Eoghan, woke in me.
A need I didn’t let him satisfy. At first. Now, he’s all I want.
Drying his hands, Eoghan turns to find me watching him. With an evil smile on his lips, he tosses the towel and crooks a finger at me.
Like he’s a magnet and I’m steel, I sway toward him because I just can’t help it.
“Where’s your bed?” He holds my chin.
My heart flutters at how wonderful that sounds. Then I start to chuckle. “How about that bath?”
“What’s funny about a bath, sparkles?”
“I have something I think you’ll like.” I go to turn around, but he pulls my back against his chest.
“If it’s my cock sliding into both your holes, I’ll love it.”