Page 30 of Wild Irish

I’m so close.

He lunges inside me with a rhythm that leaves me fighting to hold on to my sanity.

The sensation is fierce and addictive.

I’m at the edge, blind to anything but the pleasure he’s giving me.

“Let go, Delaney,” he growls out.

And I do.

I don’t just come, I explode. White hot rapture consumes me, and I’m left fragmented. My mind is ripped of any reason, just all-consuming pleasure.

I’m lost.

I’m only distantly aware of him thrusting one last time before he collapses on top of me, burying his face against my neck and groaning with his own release.

Wow.

Wow.

Wow.

Have a mind-blowing orgasm.

I didn’t even think it was possible. I’ve never been able to have an orgasm during sex, at least not without some other stimulation. But he didn’t just make me come, he blew my freaking mind.

My body is still pulsing with the aftereffects. It felt like a dream, but he was better than any dream or fantasy I’d ever had.

When he shifts onto his forearm and looks down at me, hunger blazing in his blue eyes, a wicked grin playing at his lips, I know holding my heart back from him won’t just be difficult, it’ll be damn near impossible.

He presses his mouth to mine quickly before rolling away. I feel the loss of his heat and shiver. He gets out of bed, discarding the condom in the bathroom, before coming back to the bedroom, then grabbing a pair of jogging pants from the dresser.

I pull the comforter over my body. My clean clothes are in my suitcase, and despite everything we just did together, I’m suddenly self-conscious. There’s no way I’m getting out of bed and trekking across the room naked.

I’ll wait until he leaves.

He roughs his hand over his scruff and looks at me. I can’t tell what he’s thinking. I can never tell what he’s thinking. He’s so damn guarded all the time.

“That was…”

“Mind-blowing,” I offer.

He chuckles, some of the tension leaving him. “I guess ye get to cross off two things on yer list.”

“Yeah.” I smile.

“I’m glad I could be of service.” I know he’s teasing, but I want more from him than just light banter.

Just sex, Delaney, I remind myself.

He glances at the door, and I wonder if he’s trying to think of a way to leave without hurting my feelings.

“You don’t have to worry.”

“About what?” His eyes narrow on me.

“Hurting my feelings. You can go if you want.”

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