The Irish Rogue Excerpt

The Irish Rogue - Excerpt

The Billionaire's Club Series

She could feel the intensity of his personality even from this distance.  She could feel it and reacted to it. 

And she wanted him! 

Again, she glanced over her shoulder to check on her friends.  Two were already dozing on the sectional sofa while the rest were still dancing in the kitchen. 

Turning away from the inebriated scene, she gazed out through the darkness.  He was there.  She could feel him. 

With a small sigh, Kennedi gave up debating and carefully made her way through the trees towards him. 

 

As soon as she started down the stairs, Sean stood up and moved towards her.  He hadn’t meant to be stalkerish by watching the ladies while they had a good time, but he couldn’t seem to stop.  And she kept looking his way, causing his body to tighten with unexpected awareness.

This went deeper than simple desire, he realized, setting his beer down on the banister.  This was a bone deep awareness, a lust for one particular woman.  It was different and more intense than anything he’d ever experienced. 

When he reached her, he took her hand, helping her step over a fallen log. 

“It is you!” she whispered.

Sean’s desire snapped, shifting into sudden horror.  “Are you telling me that you walked through the woods, at night, going to someone that you weren’t even sure you knew?!”

Kennedi smiled up at him and his stomach muscles tightened. Other muscles tightened as well! 

“I knew it was you,” she assured him, her voice still low, as if the night somehow made the moment more intimate. 

Sean didn’t know what to say.  So instead, he lowered his head and kissed her. This wasn’t a simple peck.  He’d done that this afternoon and his body had been berating him for not taking full advantage of the opportunity. 

He planned to this time.  Standing here in the woods wasn’t ideal, but Sean couldn’t stop kissing her in order to move into the house.  When she moaned softly, he nearly lost his control. 

 

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