Page 42 of Taming Irish

Chapter 11

Makena

Heat blistersthrough me as Shane’s mouth takes mine. It’s nothing like the earlier kiss. This one is even more wild, more crazed, and I feel myself unravelling, my inhibitions falling off me like shackles that have kept me weighteddown.

His hands, big and rough, push the blanket off my shoulders, unhooking my bra before pulling me against his chest. Despite the chill in the cabin, his skin is hot against mine, and I let out a small moan as my nipples brush against hiswarmth.

I feel him smile against my mouth, slowing his kiss. His tongue does a small sweep across my bottom lip, before he pulls backslightly.

“God, ye’re gorgeous,” he says, his gaze roaming down my body, one hand unfastening the button of my jeans, then lowering his mouth to one breast. He takes my nipple between his lips and sucks it, twirling his tongue around thebud.

Goosebumps assault my skin, making meshiver.

It feels good. Better than good. Being with him feels…right.

I’ve always been insecure about my body, but under Shane’s gaze I feel beautiful, and I do nothing to hide myself fromhim.

His mouth switches to my other breast, giving it a quick, hard suck, before lowering himself, kneeling in front of me and starting an assault of kisses on my stomach as he starts rolling my pants over my hips, then down my thighs. He takes his time, glancing up at me with a grin that leaves my knees wobbly as he places my hands on his shoulders, then lifts one leg to remove my jeans, then theother.

I’m standing in front of him in just mythong.

“Jeezus, Makena.” He breathes out harshly, palms cupping my ass as he stares up at me like I’m some type of goddess. “Ye’re the most beautiful woman I’ve everseen.”

I know it’s not the truth, but right now, I want to believe it. Want to be worshipped and possessed by this man who is supposed to be nothing, and yet somehow in this moment, is everything tome.

A turning point. That’s what this is. An awakening. And I know after today, I’ll never be thesame.

I keep my hands on his shoulders as his mouth returns to my stomach. When one large palm sweeps between my thighs, the ache that starts is so intense, a small whimper leaves mylips.

“Are ye already wet for me, love?” He murmurs against my skin as his head lowers. Pushing my thighs open with one hand, so that his face is between my legs, he blows a warm breath against my already damp panties, before dragging his teeth across the material, then giving my clit a tinynip.

MyGod.

I arch towards him, needingfriction.

He chuckles against me, the vibration almost making me come, then slides a finger under the material, pushing itaside.

My entire body is trembling withneed.

His tongue dances across my seam, and I suck in a breath at the feeling of his mouth on me. His movements are unhurried, but the intensity istangible.

“Shane,” I cry out, my fingers tangling in his hair as an orgasm rocks through my body, making my knees giveout.

“I’ve got ye, love,” he murmurs, and the next thing I know, I’m against his hard chest and he’s carryingme.

My arms wrap around his neck as he lays me gently on the bed. It creaks with our weight as he positions himself above me, edging my thighs open with hisknee.

Shamelessly, I lock my legs around his waist, rubbing against him, kissing him like he’s oxygen and I’ve been void of air for far toolong.

Desperate.

Frantic.

Like if I don’t hold on, this moment will slip away.He’llslip away. Which I know is exactly what he’ll do once this isover.

But right now, I don’tcare.

He lifts himself off me, and I whimper at the loss of his weight. I watch as he crosses the small room. Rain pelts hard against the windows, the sky a dark gray, and the fire in the hearth casts an orange glow across theroom.

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