“Because I will, if it’s what you’re wanting. I won’t bother you at all, and I’ll be the kind and respectful boss I’ve always been.”

That actually sounds horrible. And standing ten feet away from him, all I want is for him to pull me close and hug me. To reassure me that everything his sisters said is wrong.

I should have just talked to him rather than assume—making a mess in the process.

“I don’t think that’s what I want,” I admit.

He crosses to me and frames my face in his hands. Immediately, I’m calmer. My hands grasp his wrists as I look up into those intense eyes.

“I should have talked to you.”

“You should have, aye,” he breathes. “You’ve already become an important part of my life, Izzy. It’s only been a short time, but I look forward to my time with you, and I only crave more. Kissing you is at once heaven and hell because I want to take it further, but I don’t know what you’re ready for. Everything about you is a morgen’s call.”

“What’s a morgen?” I ask softly.

“It’s the Irish version of the Greek siren,” he says with a grin.

“Oh, that’s actually really nice.” My hands move up his arms and down his sides, then fist in his plain white T-shirt. “In case you’re wondering, I’m ready for much more than kissing. Although, the kissing is pretty damn hot.”

“Is it, then?”

“As is your accent.”

“It’s my accent you like, is it?”

“That can’t be the first time you’ve heard that.”

His lips twitch, but he doesn’t confirm or deny.

“So, if I invited you to stay the night with me upstairs…?”

“I’d accept.”

He lifts me into his strong hold, and I wrap my arms around his neck, my fingers diving into his thick, dark hair. Our lips fuse together. He kisses me as if he’s starving.

It’s the sexiest thing ever.

Keegan is the sexiest man ever.

And, hell yes, I want to stay the night with him. I want to be with him, in his big bed, tumbling around naked and enjoying each other.

I have a feeling sex will take on a whole new meaning with this man.

He easily climbs the stairs to his apartment, opens the door, and carries me right through to the bedroom.

Do not pass go. Do not collect two hundred dollars.

I like his style.

I expect him to drop me onto the bed, but he sets me on my feet and takes a deep breath before reaching up and tugging my hair from its ponytail.

“I love it when your golden hair is down around your shoulders.”

I shake it out and watch as Keegan’s eyes darken.

“Are you just going to look at me?”