Page 51 of Stronger Than Love

Music tended to greet me when I came home, followed by a kiss that left me weak at the knees and aroused. More often than not, Oonagh ended up bound to the bed with my tie that she tended to loosen while kissing me. The bed that now had faery lights around the headboard. Every day heralded a new addition to our apartment that had morphed into a home when I wasn’t looking.

“Dermott was in today for a meeting,” I told her, trying to manoeuvre her to the bedroom. “He asked when our engagement party was.”

Oonagh froze, her body tilting back at the waist. “What did you say?”

“I told him we’d have our party near the end of the summer since your birthday is next week.”

She chewed the side of her mouth, her eyes filled with questions and doubts. “One last date?”

There would be no last dates, considering I had every intention of keeping her this time. “Something like that.”

I nuzzled her neck, flicking my tongue against her pulse because I knew it drove her crazy. What drove me insane was the fact she hadn’t taken my ring off. The possessive asshole inside me liked that ownership claim on her hand.

“Dinner…” Oonagh sighed, canting her head to the side.

“I’d rather eat you,” I whispered, my lips hovering over her mouth.

Four weeks ago, she would have blushed at the suggestion; now, her eyes bored into mine in challenge. I’d ignited a fire in Oonagh, and she met every dare with enthusiasm, adding a few of her own into the mix.

Her phone pinged in the kitchen and her eyes moved in the direction of the noise. “Mum has been messaging me all day about the party.” She sighed, dropping her head to my chest. “She’ll start ringing if I don’t reply.”

I wanted to throw her phone into the River Lagan and watch it sink right now. “Fine,” I huffed. “I’ll take this suit off while you’re organising your birthday.”

Oonagh stood chatting to her mum, her hip braced against the counter when I wandered back in. My heart stumbled over its beat. Seeing her in my life was so natural now that I couldn’t remember a time when I didn’t find random bras hanging in unexpected places.

My arm slid around her waist, tugging her to me as I pressed a trail of kisses down her neck. The rumble of someone talking on the other end of the phone told me her mother was on a roll.

“Seriously, Mum, I wish you’d asked me before inviting people. I rarely speak to some of the ones I went to uni with, and I’m sure the guys from work have better things to do with their free time than come to a birthday party.” She rolled her eyes at me as I moved in front of her.

Widening her legs, I stepped between them, lifting her up to lower her back on the counter.

“No, I’m not being ungrateful, I’m just not twelve anymore.”

I pushed Oonagh’s top up to expose her bra and set to work on her breasts. She had curves that made men make stupid decisions. I knew that definitely applied to me. I released the first one from its lace prison, sucking and lavishing her nipple with my tongue as my hand massaged the soft mound.

“Um…” Oonagh’s hips tilted. “Yeah, I hear what you’re saying but you don’t seem to be listening to me.”

My teeth bit gently down on her nipple to stimulate it the way a nipple clamp would. Oonagh moaned, her spare hand finding my hair.

“No, I’m fine, just clearing my throat.”

My lips twitched at her blatant lie to her mother.

She tried to prise my hand off her other breast, but there was no way I was giving up on my quest. Oonagh struggled up on her elbows to glare down at me. I peered up at her with her nipple between my lips and my tongue flicking until it hardened. Her gaze darkened as she stared at me, her eyebrow arching and head tilting in warning.

Challenge accepted.

A dark grin crossed my lips and my hands smoothed over the fabric of her yoga pants, fingers slipping into the waistband to slowly pull them down.

Oonagh shook her head at me, cautioning me. “Yeah, I’m still here. I don’t care how many people Niall has invited. You know I prefer Halloween.”

My head disappeared between her legs, my mouth attacking her full force.

She squeaked, her legs clamping on either side of my head.

“What? No, I’m not distracted. Can we talk about this later?”

My shoulders widened her legs to allow me access. Oonagh knew I wouldn’t stop until she was screaming my name. The way her stomach muscles tightened and her legs trembled, she wasn’t far from doing that.

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