The Boldest Man in Ballymuir by Dorien Kelly

Author:Dorien Kelly
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, ireland, kerry, irish romance, woman chef, dingle peninsula
Publisher: Dorien Kelly

Jenna dreamed. There was a man in her bed. A lover. His hands and mouth were sure, and she was open to him...the taste of his kisses, the hint of outdoors in his scent, and the feel of his body hard against hers. Her lover's hand slipped beneath the elastic waist of her boxer shorts and his fingers delved through the curls at the vee of her thighs. She sighed and spread her legs for him. One blunt fingertip ventured down. She was slick, hot with need.

At the first thrilling touch she shivered with excitement. No one had ever gotten it right, but this man was magic. Hands seeking purchase on the bed, Jenna gasped and arched upward. He murmured something, but she couldn't quite catch the words. The tone she understood, though. It was low and rich and intoxicating.

"More," she begged as he teased, toyed...tempted.

Her skin grew damp and her heart pounded and her toes curled. For once she was flying in the moment, her mind shut down to everything but feeling. She had never been this hungry, this close to reaching that elusive release.

He pushed at the strap to her camisole, but it didn't give graciously. The sound of snapping threads intruded on Jenna's dream. She came fully, instantly awake. Whatever it was she'd been about to experience dissipated like so much stardust in sunlight.

"I want to taste you here," Dev said. Having given up on her camisole, he was tugging at her boxers. "And to come inside you and stay until—"

Jenna clamped one hand around his wrist. "Dev."

"Yes, love." He kissed her neck, then moved lower.

"Dev." Jenna wriggled from beneath him and tried to think of what to say. She couldn't bear the disappointment. They would fail. She would fail.

"Give me a second," she said, edging toward the outside of the mattress.

He moved away. "I'm sorry," he said. "I thought you—"

"What time is it?" she asked, leaving the bed as she spoke. She looked at her alarm clock. Thank God, a valid excuse. "It's past eleven? Aidan will be looking for me, I'll have missed deliveries, and—"

"The Earth will have stopped turning?" Dev suggested. "Jenna, everything will wait. Come back to bed and let me love you."

He made it sound so simple, but it had never been that. She hurried to her wardrobe and pulled a clean jacket and pants from a hanger. "Dev, I have to work."

"Have I done something wrong?"

"No," she said, but then made the crucial error of looking at him. He was propped against the pillows, the covers riding low against his hips. Dev Gilvane was the most incredible man she'd ever had in her bed. He was virile, lean and muscled, so perfectly golden-skinned and dark-haired. What any woman would dream of, and most would love to exhaustion. Except her.

She shook herself out of her trance. "Really, it's just that it's so late and—"

He blew out an impatient breath. "Work, then. But at three o'clock, you're mine until nightfall. I don't give a damn if you've got fish to scale, veal to pound, or bartenders to coddle.

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