I'm Yours by Erin Randall

worried. Is é an cailín
mianach.”
    “Well then tell her she’s yours already so
you can say it in bloody English with her standin’ right
there.”
    “I’m working on it.”
    “She’s sleeping in your bed man, she’s yours
and you should be telling her that.”
    “Goodbye Quinn.”
    Ian hung up on the sound of Quinn’s deep
laughter. He and Quinn had different ideas about women. Ian wasn’t
interested in a docile woman who would snap to when he told her she
was his. He wanted Kara and she was strong willed. If he came out
and told her she was his, she’d…what would she do? Ian looked up
into her pretty blue eyes.
    “Is everything OK Ian?”
    “I’m sorry Kara, we can’t go out to dinner a
grá. It seems in my haste to be near Ronan I may have brought us a
little too close.”
    “You mean Ronan is in this motel?”
    “No, he’s in a safe house nearby. My cousin
Connor’s going to come to watch over us.”
    “OK.”
    “We shouldn’t be going out again until it’s
all over unless you want to move further away.”
    “I don’t know what to do, Ian. I know you
want to be close to where Ronan is, but I’m a little scared.”
    “Come here.”
    Kara curled up in his lap like a child. She
understood Ian wanted to be near Ronan, and that he hadn’t
understood how close he had moved them. But, Ian and Ronan did look
similar and Kara feared both men were in much more danger than she
was because of that. She was worried for Ian and she was scared her
feelings for him were much more than lust as she had previously
convinced herself. Her legs rested over his as Ian started rubbing
her back with one hand and her leg with the other. He was trying to
keep her calm, she knew. They both knew she needed to keep her
panic at bay or she might have an anxiety attack.
    “I’m so sorry a grá,” he whispered as he
nuzzled her neck. “I never meant to be the one to put you in more
danger.”
    Ian’s voice sounded remorseful, almost
desperately so. His soothing motions and his deep voice rumbling
against her skin started to make Kara pulse between her thighs. She
couldn’t form an answer. Instead, she turned and kissed him. Maybe
a sexual distraction was just what she needed. Ian immediately
opened to her. His tongue tangled with hers as he caressed her bare
skin.
    When Ian’s hand slid under her sundress, Kara
spread her legs a little in invitation, causing him to groan. As
his nose nuzzled her neck, his hands moved up to her hips. She felt
his fingers curl under the waist of her panties. His teeth grazed
her neck as she lifted her hips. Tilting her neck to the left, Kara
gave Ian more access as his lips moved down to her collarbone. Her
hands slid up and around his neck as he slid her underwear down her
thighs.
    When her panties fell to the floor, Kara
turned and straddled Ian’s lap. Reaching down, she pulled Ian’s
T-shirt from his jeans and skimmed her palms up his chest. Ian
lifted his arms to help her get his shirt all the way off. He
seemed to need this as badly as she did, his movements as urgent as
hers. Once his shirt joined her panties on the floor, Ian grabbed
the back of Kara’s head with both hands and held her there as he
devoured her mouth. Never in her life had she felt such hunger in a
kiss from a lover. Her hands fluttered to his biceps as he
continued to press in and out of her mouth with his tongue.
    She was panty-less and yet his only focus was
the kiss. There was no further groping or undressing, just the
meeting of mouths and tongues. Why this caused tears to prick her
eyes, Kara preferred not to contemplate. Finally, Ian pulled back
to take a deep breath. Before Kara even had a chance to steady her
heartbeat, he slid his a finger under each of her straps and yanked
down. The dress and bra straps were ripped down her arms and both
breasts were bared to Ian’s hungry mouth.
    His lips dove for one nipple as his hand
reached for the other. Kara arched into his touch as he pulled