Free Conall by Reana Malori Page B

you came over as well. It is nice being here with you,” she said on a sigh as she snuggled in closer to him.
    Him. Snuggling. If his brothers could see him now, they’d laugh their asses off. Oh well, fuck ’em.
    “Do you like your necklace?” he asked as he eyed the gold chain holding the chocolate diamond pendant hanging around her neck.
    “Yes, it’s gorgeous, but much too expensive,” she said as he watched her fingers pick at the gift he’d given her.
    “No it wasn’t. The earrings look beautiful on you too,” he remarked as one hand rubbed the outer shell of her ear as he spoke. The teardrop-shaped earring matching her pendant sparkled under the glow of the flickering light from the fireplace.
    “You didn’t have to do this. I don’t need gifts and diamonds.”
    “I know you don’t. Which is exactly why I want you to have them. The color highlights your skin beautifully.” Tilting his head back to rest on the back of the couch, he pulled her closer. “Just say thank you, Tatiana. Let me spoil you, just a little.”
    “Thank you, Tatiana.” She laughed.
    “Brat,” he said in return.
    “Conall, I meant what I said earlier today. I know what I want. It doesn’t make one lick of sense to me, but there you have it. Even though you’re wicked sexy, my decision to be with you is based on more than that, or the things you can buy me.”
    He knew she meant every word, but the big-ass elephant in the room was refusing to be ignored. “Do you no longer think your brother is afraid of ‘those O’Shea brothers’ as you put it?” It was a risk he had to take.
    Sighing, she got a pensive look on her face, as if to really think about her answer before she opened her mouth to speak. “I think my brother has challenges that he has to work through. He can get caught up in things he shouldn’t, you know? If he’s afraid of you and your brothers, then we’ll work it out. Fix it so that it’s no longer an issue. Can you help me do that?”
    “What if it can’t be fixed?” Damn, why did she have to ask him that question?
    “It can. Anything can be fixed with the right motivation. In this world, we live in a constant game of quid pro quo . This for that. If my brother has done something to you, then he’ll have to give you something in return to calm the waters. He’s not a stupid kid, just impetuous. He constantly acts without thinking,” she answered in a calm voice.
    “Aren’t you concerned about having me here when everything with your brother is still up in the air?” Because he would be damned if he would leave at this point. For almost two hours, he’d been sitting here in a state of arousal. Every time she smiled at him over the dinner table as they enjoyed their tasty meal, his dick pulsed in need. The way her lips looked as she sipped her glass of pinot noir wine made his mouth dry. Her bare feet peeking out from under the long maxi dress made him wonder how they would look resting on his chest as he plowed inside of her wetness, her pussy welcoming him into its warm depths. His cock hadn’t gone soft since he stepped through her door. Oh no, it would take wild horses to get him out of here and away from her without getting a taste. He just needed to make sure she felt the same way.
    “I should be. But I’m not.” Her whispered words reached him just as he felt her hand start to unbutton his shirt.
    “Why not?” Fuck, he wanted to rip her dress off and claim her right there on the couch, but he wanted her to have this moment.
    Pulling out of his arms, she adjusted her body. Going up on her knees, she hiked her dress up and swung one leg over his lap, straddling his body. Leaning down to lightly kiss him on the lips, she said, “I see you, Conall. Just as you see me. We’re here with each other because we’re supposed to be. So, no. I’m not afraid to be here with you. This. You. Is what I need.” She pressed down onto him and he could feel the heat coming through her panties