The Gallaghers of Ardmore Trilogy

dreamy-eyed.”
    “I’d know better about that, wouldn’t I, as I was the one looking at you.” His voice warmed again, flowed over her. “You’ve sea goddess eyes, Jude Frances. Big and misty green. I’ve been seeing them in my mind even when you’re not around. What do you think of that?”
    “I think you have a clever tongue.” She got up, without a clue what she intended to do. For lack of anything else, she carried the teapot back to the stove. “Which is why you tell a very entertaining story. I’d like to hear more, to coordinate them with those from my grandmother and others.”
    She turned back around, jolted when she realized he was standing just behind her. “What are you doing?”
    “Nothing at the moment.” Ah, boxed you in now, haven’t I? he thought, but kept his voice easy. “I’m happy enough to tell you tales.” Smoothly, he rested his hands on the edge of the stove on either side of her. “And if you’ve a mind to, you can come into the pub on a quiet night and find others who’ll do the same.”
    “Yes.” Panic was beating bat wings in her stomach. “That’s a good idea. I should—”
    “Did you enjoy yourself last night? The music?”
    “Mmmm.” He smelled of rain, and of man. She didn’tknow what to do with her hands. “Yes. The music was wonderful.”
    “Is it that you don’t know the tunes?” He was close now, very close, and could see a thin ring of amber between the silky black of her pupils and the misty green of the iris.
    “Ah, I know some of them. Do you want more tea?”
    “I wouldn’t mind it. Why didn’t you sing then?”
    “Sing?” Her throat was bone-dry, a desert of nerves.
    “I had my eye on you, most of the time. You never sang along, chorus or verse.”
    “Oh, well. No.” He really had to move. He was taking all her air. “I don’t sing, except when I’m nervous.”
    “Is that the truth, then?” Watching her face, he moved in, sliding his body into an amazing fit against hers.
    She knew what to do with her hands now. They lifted quickly to brace against his chest. “What are you doing?”
    “I’ve a mind to hear you sing, so I’m making you nervous.”
    She managed a stuttering laugh, but when she tried to shift she only succeeded in pressing more firmly against him. “Aidan—”
    “Just a little nervous,” he murmured and lowered his mouth to nip gently at her jaw. “You’re trembling.” Another nip, teasing and light. “Easy now, I’m after stirring you up, not frightening you to death.”
    He was doing both. Her heart was rapping against her ribs, ringing in her ears. While he slowly nibbled his way over her jaw, her hands were trapped against the solid wall of his chest. And she felt marvelously weak and female.
    “Aidan, you’re . . . This is . . . I don’t think—”
    “That’s fine, then, a fine idea. Let’s neither of us think for just a minute here.”
    He caught her bottom lip—the wide, soft wonder of it—between his teeth. She moaned, quiet; her eyes clouded,dark. A spear of pure and reckless lust shot straight to his loins.
    “Jesus, you’re a sweet one.” His hand lifted from the stove, fingers skimming over her collarbone. As he held her where he wanted her, he took her mouth. Sampling, then savoring, then wallowing in the taste of her.
    Even as she slid toward surrender, he used his teeth to make her gasp. And went deeper than he’d intended.
    Still she trembled, putting him in mind of a volcano poised to erupt, a storm ready to strike. Her hands remained trapped between them, but her fingers gripped his shirt now and held fast.
    She heard him murmur something, a whisper against the wall of sound that was her blood raging. His mouth, so hot, so skilled, his body, so hard, so strong. And his hands, light as moth wings on her face. She could do nothing but give, and give, even as some shocking, unrecognizable part of her urged her to take.
    And when he drew away it was as if her world tilted and spilled her out.
    He kept his hands on her face, waited for her eyes to open, focus. He’d intended only to taste, to enjoy the moment. To see. But it had gone beyond intentions into something just out of his control. “Will you let me have you?”
    Her eyes were huge, glazed with confusion and pleasure. And nearly brought him to his knees. He didn’t particularly care for the sensation.
    “I . . . what?”
    “Come upstairs and lie with me.”
    Shock came a bare instant before she