CIARA’S POV

We’d barely made it back to the suite before Darragh’s hands were on me again.

I’d barely stepped inside before he kicked the door shut behind us and caught my wrist, spinning me into his chest. The sound of the reception was still fading in the distance, the buzz of laughter, music, the clinking of glasses. My heels hit the marble floor, and then I was in his arms again like I never left them. His mouth caught mine in a kiss that made my knees weak all over again. His ...