Page 67 of Tempting Irish

Chapter 20

Bree

Owen’s mouthnever leaves mine as he carries me out of the studio and down the hall, until my back is sinking into amattress.

“Ye undo me, Bree,” he says gruffly, holding his weight on hisforearms.

The intense, confused attraction I’d managed to keep somewhat under control, ruptures, heating my blood, and pooling at mycore.

Awarenessswells.

Our eyeslock.

And I’mfalling.

Or maybe I’ve alreadyfallen.

I just know there’s no coming back fromthis.

He pushes himself up so that he’s kneeling between my thighs and tugs his shirt over hishead.

My eyes soak him in. Every line. Everymuscle.

Wide shoulders. Coarse, rigid muscles that define his chest and arms. The dark patch of hair that disappears beneath hisjeans.

Magnificent.

I suck in a breath as I let my eyes wander over the ink sketched across his arms, each symbol telling a story I want to know. My fingertips trail across his abs, up his chest, as I sit up to meet him. With slow, precise movements, he starts to undress me, teasing me with a grin as he flicks the button of my jeansopen.

This.

Now.

Us.

It’s what I’ve been waiting for, even though I know the end will be my heart’sdestruction.

Owen’s mouth trails a line of kisses across my hip bone, then my stomach, his fingers both soft anddemanding.

My shirt and bra are discarded on the floor, and he takes a moment to study me, his fingers tightening in my hair, as he lets out a deep, gutturalmoan.

“Never had a chance,” he mutters, running a palm down my lower back and pulling me tight against him, his mouth capturing my own in a blind assault of lips, tongue, andteeth.

I gasp against his mouth, fingers gripping his shoulders, as he flips me back against the mattress, his hips rocking againstmine.

“Owen,” I beg, my breasts heavy and tingling when he palms one, and twirls his thumb around thenipple.

OhGod.

He smiles against my mouth, levelling me with a look that matches my own desire. I arch my hips, rubbing against the hard length of his cock behind the denim that separatesus.

My breath comes out in a rush when he pulls back, his fingers deftly removing my pants and underwear, so that I’m bare tohim.

A flood of insecurities hit me. But only for a moment, because it’s hard to be insecure when a man looks at you like he’s ready to devour every inch of yourbody.

His mouth caresses the inside of my thigh and heat burns straight to my core. My hips jerk in anticipation. He grips my thighs, holding me open, and drags his tongue across my seam to myclit.

I gasp, my fingers diving into his hair as he teases my opening with afinger.

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