Seducing Texas (So not Prince Charming #2)(25)

“A little shaky there, lassie, Yer are going to get me fired. If I can’t remember the kiss, yer going to have to remind me.”

Before I can protest, his lips descend to mine. I close my eyes and revel in the softness of his super sexy, on-fire lips. This kiss is even better than the drunk one. His tongue dips into my mouth, and I let out a soft moan and melt into his arms. He tastes of beer and cinnamon. My body doesn’t even object. It would let him defile me in the parking lot, and I scold myself for not being sensible.

“I’m beginning to recall that first kiss. It’s coming back to me now. A little longer and it’ll come back to me.” The kiss deepens and it singes every hair on my body, awakening what has lain dormant for so long.

No guy has ever kissed me like that. When he lets me up for air, I almost faint. I will compare every kiss to this one.

“Yer know why this is wrong?”

“No.” It feels too right.

A rakish grin twists his very kissable lips. “We could get in trouble, which makes this all the more fun,” he says.





Chapter Aedan


Even if I hadn’t been two sheets to the wind, I could never forget that kiss in the graveyard, but it’s good to keep the wee lass guessing. Willa is a wee bit young for me, but I cannot dismiss last night’s kiss. Sometimes, a lass gets in me head, and I can’t get her out. Not sure how long this reality show will last, and I don’t know how long I can go before stealing another kiss.

Today we film at a shooting range. I took the job at the local studio to support my sister until she gets through college. As soon as Ma died, Caitlin headed off to the States to be with Da. That didn’t work out at all. He told her to f*ck off and then the tears started falling over the phone. Me, being the good brother and all, had to come and save her. The damn bastard died before I even got one good blow to his worthless mug.

The crew hasn’t arrived, which means I get time with Willa. Ah, the luck of the Irish.

The ladies get out of their cars, and my gaze glues on Willa. Like her sister Cyn, she’s tall and willowy with curves in all the right places. She has the dark eyes and mile-long legs a man can get drunk on. The first time I saw her through blurry, bloodshot eyes I thought I’d die and the Lord sent me an angel. No woman has ever grabbed hold of my heart like that. It happened in a flash, and I can’t let the feeling go. Kissing her is like drinking a glass of good Irish whiskey. It pools in my gut, relaxes me, and warms me up.

I immediately go to help them carry their gear. Mine’s inside already setup. Spending time with this young lass is all I can think about.

A car with the windows rolled down and guys hanging out slowly drives by.

Willa stumbles backward into my arms; almost dropping her gym bag I assume is for toting guns. She trembles in my arms, and I don’t understand why.

Regardless, it is my lucky day. “Been drinking, wee lass? Or did yer miss me?”

The light whiff of citrusy fragrance enters my nose, and her soft breast rests on my arm. I am in heaven. I bet I could sneak in a kiss now.

“No,” she says. “Maybe.”

Cyn hustles over to the car, which surprises me because the men in it look rough—heavily tattooed and muscled and thick ropes of gold around their necks and wrists.

One hand is in her purse and the other holds a rifle bag or that could be an assault weapon. This woman doesn’t mess around. “What the hell do you want, Espinoza?” she barks at the brown-skinned man.

“Juarez wants to talk to you,” the hooligan says.

“Why?” Cyn demands, leaning her hand on the hood.

“Senorita, he doesn’t tell me shit.”

I push Willa toward the entrance and then walk over to Cyn to see if she needs any help. I look into the car over her shoulder. These men carry guns, big guns, and it makes me nervous. In Ireland, even the police are unarmed. The States are very different from what I’m used to.

“Everything all right, Miss Diaz?” Not that I could do anything against these men, other than get their license plate.

“He needs to leave,” the man orders, looking right at me with deadly intent.

Cyn reaches for the man’s shirt, grabs it, and slams his forehead against the roof of the car. She’s quite the feisty one.

“Fuck,” he cries, holding his forehead.

The other men reach for their guns, and Espinoza gestures for them to stand down.

“Tell your boss I will meet him in a public place during the day. Text me.” She calmly walks away and whispers to me, “Please stay out of this, Aedan. You could’ve been hurt.”

Cyn and Willa are tough women, and I like that, but hell, whatever they’re into could get them killed. “And what about you?”

“They’re relatives.”

That surprises me. “Really?”

“Yes.”

Carrying her gear, I open the door for Cyn and follow her in. I find her confrontation with the hooligans quite unsettling and worry how it affects Willa.

“This is not my concern, but is there something I can do?” Well that was a git move. What could I do? Both Willa and Cyn are armed up to their gills.

Cyn gives me a tight smile. “Thank you, but I need to handle this.”

Willa comes over. “What did they say?”

“We’ll discuss this later,” Cyn says.