Our mouths met in a hot, wet kiss. All firm lips and sleek tongue, the crash of his teeth against mine. It was like we couldn’t get close enough, like we wanted to crawl inside each other. Our mouths battled it out and I didn’t mind if I lost in the least. Between my legs, he was long and thick and felt divine. His hand tightened on my ass cheeks, urging me to grind against him. Best idea ever.

With my arms wrapped around him, I didn’t know what to paw at first. The smooth strands of his hair or the hot skin of his back. The thickness of his shoulders or the strong column of his neck. In the end, I just settled for hanging on tight. Not that he was trying to get away from me. Quite the opposite, in fact. But this whole scene felt like a fever dream. Us all over each other. Him wanting me as much as I did him. And his need was all right there, in each sure touch and the brand of his mouth on mine.

When he broke the kiss, I could have cried.

“Bed?” he asked, panting.

I nodded.

“Yours is bigger.”

Down the hallway to my room, he carried me. Not wasting a moment. My back hit the mattress and he turned on the bedside light before crawling on after me, dragging me into the center of the bed. When he rested his weight on top of me, my legs wound back around him and everything was great. The way he used his strength and size thrilled me to no end. That edge of dominance he displayed.

Fingers slipped beneath the hem of my chemise, sliding up and over my rib cage. Not stopping until he could cup my breast in his big hand. His thumb stroked over my hard nipple, back and forth and around and around, before giving it a sharp pinch. A nerve sparked in my breast, sending flames licking through me headed straight for my sex. Every inch of me seemed hypersensitized. Hot and needy.

His mouth trailed a blaze of its own, over my jawline and down to my neck. He licked and sucked and didn’t stop. Not until the neckline of my chemise had been tugged down sufficiently to bare my breasts. The sight of him suckling my breast almost undid me. To witness the sheer hunger of the man. The knot between my hips tightened, my sex swelling and growing wetter by the minute.

It had been a while since I’d done this, but I’m not sure sex had ever been this wild. Our desperate need to get at each other bordered on manic.

When he slid a hand between us, down over my belly then up and under the hem of my nightie, I almost came on the spot. How he slid his hand inside my panties and cupped my mound like his ownership had long since been decreed. The possessiveness in his touch and gaze. He pressed his palm against me, giving me just a little pressure and friction. But not quite enough. Next, a fingertip traced back and forth along the lips of my labia, making me squirm.

“Stay still,” he ordered, shifting onto the mattress at my side.

“I can’t.”

“You want me to stop?”

My eyes widened at the threat. “And you seem like such a nice man when you have your pants on.”

“My pants are still on, but we’ll fix that in a minute,” he said. “One small problem. I don’t have any condoms. Didn’t bring them on purpose because I was trying to avoid exactly this.”

“Wait. You don’t want this?”

“Norah, I want to be here with you more than I want my next damn breath.”

“Oh.” I licked my lips, tasting him. The hint of mint from his toothpaste and that something else that was all him. Yummy. “I didn’t pack any either.”

His jaw tensed and he nodded. Then he slid one finger inside me, pumping it gently. The pad of his thumb circled the hard nub of my clit, and all of those delicate muscles inside of me clenched at him. It all felt so good. Too good. While I could please myself, having Patrick touch me made it about a million times better.

“We’ll have to find other ways to amuse ourselves, then,” he said. “Whatever will we do?”

“It’s incredibly hard to think straight when you’re finger-fucking me.”

“Is it?”

My smile wavered. “Paddy, I’m on the pill and I’m healthy. If you want to—”

“Yes.” He took my mouth in a long, heated kiss. That talented hand of his working me higher and higher the whole time. When he stopped to rest his forehead against mine, we were both breathing heavily. “I’m healthy too. Get tested regularly.”

“Okay then.”

He slid a second finger into me, working me hard and watching my face the whole time. And still his thumb played with my clit, edging ever closer. Such a damn tease. His gaze roamed my bared breasts with their hard nipples. And the sight of his hand in my panties seemed to please him to no end. Lord knows it worked for me.

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