Cath Delaney (

dian_cecht) wrote in

He never really denied it after he found out how alike they were. Now before, after she'd kneed his groin? Yes, then he'd been leery of her. That took a moment to get past, really.

That was comforting, and he really had no intentions of stopping to test that theory if he'd known.

Everything she was doing had the desired effect on him, Cathair slid his tongue into her mouth, groaning as Eden's hips bucked against his. He fumbled the whiskey bottle out of the way of her falling hair and managed to get it to the table next to them without spilling it. Then he wound his fingers back into her thick, dark wavy hair.

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