Read IrishAllure for Free Online

those things, and being in the elevator just…facilitated that.”
    Silence. Jillian looked at him.
    “That’s the weirdest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Chapter Six
     
    Jillian watched as Marianna and Michael danced their first
dance as a married couple, and for the first time in her career, wondered if
facilitating this wedding had been the wrong thing to do.
    Not my business. Since Marianna’s arrival, Jillian
hadn’t had a moment to call her own—Bridezilla had even woken her twice during
the night. But the wedding had been an amazing success. Three guests had
already come to speak with her about planning events for them.
    The emcee invited guests to join the bridal couple and
across the room, Fin drew his mother out onto the dance floor. Jillian sighed.
He looked incredibly handsome in his dark suit, and again she wished things
could have been different.
    “…maybe you were supposed to do those things…every one
I’ve ever heard of has turned out to be for the best…”
    Was she being an idiot? Fin was nice. He was funny.
Intelligent, considerate, patient, a great lover… What was holding her
back? The opinion of a woman she didn’t like, and more importantly, didn’t
respect?
    Almost before she’d made the decision, she was walking
across the room. She reached Fin just as the dance was coming to a close.
    “Excuse me, Mrs. Dunne, can I just borrow Fin for a moment?”
    Mrs. Dunne smiled, while Fin’s face remained expressionless.
“Of course, Jillian. I’m going to go powder my nose.”
    Jillian took Fin’s arm and led him away from the dance
floor, carefully not looking at Marianna. He followed her, unresisting, but as
soon as they left the ballroom, he stopped and pulled his arm away.
    “What do you want, Jillian?” Her heart shriveled at his
tone. Be brave.
    “I was wrong.” She blurted the words, not sure until they
came out what she was going to say. She took a deep breath. At least he wasn’t
walking away. “I didn’t trust myself, so even though I wanted you and want to
be with you, I kept backing away. But I was wrong. And I hope it’s not too
late.” Screwing up her courage, she went on tiptoe and kissed him.
    It took less than three seconds for him to kiss her back.
    * * * * *
    The door slammed open and Fin pulled Jillian into his room.
He barely took the time to push the door closed before yanking her back into
his arms.
    Her mouth met his eagerly. Mine mine mine mine. His
mouth tore away from hers and he pressed kisses down her neck, stopped to lick
and nip at her collarbone.
    “Hurry,” she gasped, pulling his shirt out of his pants and
sliding her hands underneath. His skin was hot, smooth, and she loved the
sensation.
    “How quickly can you get that shirt off?”
    “I need both hands.” She stroked her hands up his torso.
    “Never mind then.” He pushed her onto the bed. She watched
him undo his shirt, tearing at the buttons, and the sight of his chest in the
light from the window spurred her to action. She pulled her blouse off over her
head and unzipped her skirt. As she wriggled out of it, Fin stopped stripping
and watched her.
    Heat flooded her face. “Don’t look.”
    “Are you serious?” He sounded incredulous. She sat on the
bed, wearing only her underwear, and realized how ridiculous her words sounded.
    “I mean…” She shook her head. “Hurry.”
    He pushed his pants and boxers down his legs, stepped out of
them, and joined her on the bed.
    Several drugging kisses later, Jillian’s bra and panties
were gone and Fin’s hands were all over her. She loved it. She smoothed her
hands down his back and over the hollows just above his ass. He hissed and his
body arched.
    “You okay?” She paused.
    “Do it again.”
    Grinning, she stroked the sensitive spot again. In
retaliation, he bent his head and took her nipple into his mouth.
    His cock was hard against her leg, and she shifted, enjoying
the sensation on the skin of her inner thigh. He gasped, moved,