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chiseled jaw and one finger grazed
his lower lip. Lord, she would go to hell for this.
    Breena leaned down so intent on pressing
her lips to his. Her first kiss was going to be to an unconscious man she knew
nothing about. Not even a last name, how lame was that? There was a quick shrug
of her shoulders. She’d still get to kiss the most striking guy in all of
Ireland. Her breath fanned his cheek. She tilted her head as nerves rattled her
composure. She’d never been this close to a man in her life. Her breath
quickened and moisture flared between her legs. Nipples turned to pebbles,
pressing against the soft lace she wore and then he opened his eyes.
    Her mouth parted in a surprised gasp. How
the hell was she going to explain this? “You’re dreaming.” The words burst from
her mouth before the plan formed.
    His gaze softened, his hand reached out
and his strong fingers gripped her chin. This was it; her first kiss and he was
conscious. She wanted to smile but he stopped just short of her lips. His
breath was warm as it fanned her skin. “Dreaming?”
    Shite. “Yes.” he looked confused by that
and frowned before his grip went lack. Thame’s eyelids slowly closed and left
Breena with an overwhelming need to relieve this sexual buildup. He hadn’t even
kissed her yet and she wanted to rip both their clothes off to rub against him
until an orgasm relieved the tension. This wasn’t over. There could still be a
kiss between them tonight. She leaned forward and then the window shattered.
     
     

 
    Chapter Five
     
     Moonlight made the glass pieces glitter
as they rained into the room. Confusion and shock also hit Breena as she
covered Thame’s body with her own. She held her breath without realizing it until
her lungs screamed. Her gasp joined the whistle of wind. When she lifted her
head, she glared wide-eyed at the demolished window. Pieces of sharp glass fell
from her hair and she tried her best to keep them off Thame. He was still out.
Gran rushed into the room with a kitchen knife and Breena was shifting focus to
the feel of her hard nipples against his firm back.
    “Iníon!” It was a frantic cry from Gran’s
lips.
    “I’m okay,” she said, her words muddled
as she stood. Fragments began to litter the floor, “Was that from the storm?”
The glass was old but not feeble enough to shatter so forcefully from wind. She
spotted the culprit as it lay in the middle of the room, glinting in the
moonlight. “A bone?” She had no idea if it was human.
    “Kids...” Gran said quickly then lowered
her kitchen utensil. “It’s probably the Creegan boys looking for a wee crack.”
    “Breaking windows is not fun.” Breena shook
her head; more glittering shards tumbled from her form. “They could have killed
us!” Gran was usually more vocal then her on the boys’ manners or lack thereof,
but she was oddly silent.
    She offered to get the broom. This left
her alone with a still bleeding Thame who now had small shards collecting on
his back. She sighed loudly. The kiss was so close. Her lips were nearly
touching his and then it was raining glass.
    She took a deep breath to keep from
screaming out in frustration and went to her knees. So much for a kiss and some
private time in her lonely bed. Now she’d be stuck cleaning up this mess,
fixing his stitches, and trying to sleep a few hours before she had to get up
early for the market.
    It took nearly an hour and a half, which
included cleaning and stitching because Thame did break the thread holding his
jagged skin together. Then she put on appropriate clothes that didn’t show her
sexually excited body. Then it was time for the salting.
    Gran being so superstitious they
constantly lined salt around the house to ward off the unwanted spirits or
other such creatures. She just considered it keeping the salt company in
business. They had also painted the door red and Breena glared at the eyesore
as she finished with the salt. She was officially tired and had