Page 29 of Taming Irish

Chapter 8

Shane

I’ve kissedmy share of women in my life, but the lust that blasts through my veins the second Makena’s fingers dive in my hair and she pulls my mouth down hard against hers is unlike anything I’ve everexperienced.

Fuck.

The second our lips crash against each other’s, I know I’m screwed. Her lips are soft and yet desperate, and when she whimpers against my mouth, I comeundone.

I push her back against the wall. Taking. Consuming. Some primal part of my brain is desperate to have all of her. She gives and takes just as much. Delicate hands grip my hair with a fierceness I never expected from her. Passion and need vibrate through the touch like it has a life of itsown.

She smells good. Sweet and fresh. Like fruity shampoo andconditioner.

My thigh presses between her legs, spreading them, and I grind against her, unable to control the wild hunger that edges me on, even though I know I’m pushing her tooquick.

I expect her to pull back. To cry out and tell me to stop, pulling her walls back up, and barricading herself in the glass house of reluctance she wears like a goddamnshield.

But shedoesn’t.

If anything, her kiss only intensifies. Her fingers pull at my shirt, snaking underneath, palms flattening on my abs as her moan vibrates against my lips. The way she rocks her hips against my jeans-covered cock lets me know exactly what she wants, and that I’m not the only one affected by the pull betweenus.

“I shouldn’t…” she says against my lips, her hands twisting in my shirt. “Weshouldn’t…”

I don’t stop touching her as I growl into her ear. “Give me one good reason, sweetheart, and we’llstop.”

Her answer is a hoarse whisper. “I don’t knowyou.”

“Yer body saysotherwise.”

“I…” She tilts her head back, resting it against the wall, eyes closed. “I don’t dothis.”

“Maybe ye should do it more often.” I tangle my fingers in her hair and rake my teeth across her neck, making herwhimper.

I know I’m tempting her, polluting her sweet innocence with my own perverseness, but I don’t care. I wanther.

Yeah, I’m a greedybastard.

And as my mouth crashes against hers again, I know I’m probably going to regret this. I definitely know she will. Women like her alwaysdo.

There’s a cough from somewhere down the hall, followed by the front door closingloudly.

Makena jerks in my arms, her eyes flying open as we both glance towards theintruder.

“Wow,” Colleen’s little sister, Nora, stands there, her mouth hanging open. Then, a grin spreads across her face. “I guess Colleen called ye,then.”

I chuckle, but Makena doesn’t seem to see the humor in the situation. One hand goes to her swollen lips, while the other goes straight to my chest, pushing meaway.

“Nora,” she says breathlessly. “I didn’t think you were coming untillater.”

“Obviously.” The woman grins at us. “I guess I’ll leave ye,then.”

“You don’t have to go,” Makena says quickly, almost desperately. “We werejust…”

Nora laughs. “I know what ye weredoing.”

“It’s wasn’t…” Makena stumbles over her words, clearlyembarrassed.

“We were just catching up.” I say, placing an arm over Makena’s shoulder, which she quickly tries to pushaway.

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