Page 76 of Tempting Irish

His palm rests on top of mine, then he takes my hand and brushes his lips across my inner wrist. “Promise me ye won’t climb that damn tree again. That ye won’t put yerself atrisk.”

I can’t help the pull that curves my lips. “You’re worried aboutme.”

“Of course, I’m worried about ye.” He places his hands on the island behind me and leans close, his lips an inch from mine. “Never met anyone more prone totrouble.”

I grip his hips pulling him between my legs. “I like the trouble we got into last night.” I snake my hands under his shirt, pressing my palms against his flexed abs. “And the trouble we got into thismorning.”

His eyes flash, the possessive concern from a moment ago replaced by primalhunger.

My heart thuds, my skin tingling as a callused hand cups the side of mycheek.

“I like yehere.”

“Like being here,” I murmur, wrapping my legs around his waist, and my arms around his neck, never wanting to letgo.

He captures my mouth in a blinding assault. Demanding and desperate, and slightly out of control. A groan rumbles deep in his throat, and he’s lifting me, carrying me down the hall towards the bedroom, but we don’t get far, before my back is pressed against the wall, his fingers threading with mine and lifting my arms above myhead.

I arch against him, tugging at his shirt, needing to remove all barriers betweenus.

Large hands snake under my shirt, pulling it off and tossing it to the floor. He unhooks my bra, sliding it off, then leans back to take mein.

My breasts tingle under his observation, nipples hardening,aching.

I’ve never felt so beautiful in my entire life as I do beneath his hungrygaze.

Intensity billows between us, and he fists his hands in my hair, his gray eyes fastened on me. “I see ye, Bree. I see all of ye. Don’t hide fromme.”

I whimper, his words filling a place inside me I didn’t even know wasempty.

He pulls out a condom from his pocket, something he seems to always have on hand, and tears it open with his teeth, as I fight against the material of his jeans, pulling them down over his hips so that his erection springsfree.

I suck in a breath, my fingers gliding over the silky skin, then sink to my knees in front ofhim.

“Bree-” he growls out my name, his voice a rasp, fingers fisting in my hair as I swirl my tongue over the swollen head of his cock. “Jeezus.”

I take as much of his length into my mouth as I can, feeling his muscles tremble. His eyes are steel, watching me with the dizzying lust that burns through me like a wildfire out ofcontrol.

“Come here,” he demands, lifting me. He rolls the condom over his cock, then grips my ass, hoisting meup.

I tremble, bracing myself for the pleasure as he rocks intome.

For a moment, he goes still, his forehead pressed tomine.

The connection between us is more than just sex. I can feel it. His emotions spin and swirl, mixing with myown.

I suck in a dizzying breath. Our mouths, bodies, and hearts collide. My pulse beats wild anderratic.

Wanting.

Needing.

This.

Us.

Forever.

Stupid girl, my brain reprimands. But I don’t care. Not right now, when my body and soul are flying, soaring through a haze ofeuphoria.

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