Page 43 of Taming Irish

Shane shuffles through a drawer before pulling out a box ofcondoms.

For a fleeting moment, insecurities rush through me, and I wonder how many other women he’s had here, knowing I’ll just be another notch in his bedpost. But when he turns back to me, the look in his eyes washes away alltrepidation.

I’m his. Right now, in this moment. That’s all thatmatters.

Standing by the edge of the bed, he slowly unbuckles his belt, his gaze never lifting from mine. His usual cocky grin is replaced by a look that’s almostferal.

Thumbs latching into the waist of his jeans and boxers, he pulls them over his hips and down his powerful thighs, so that he’s standing naked in front ofme.

“Wow.” The word comes out before I can clamp my lips over it, and he chucklessoftly.

The man is gorgeous. All rippling muscles. But it’s his eyes that hold me, that pull me out of myself and allow me to be free in thismoment.

Then he’s crawling over me, his fingers latching on to the thin material of my thong, and pulling it slowly down mylegs.

On his knees, he lifts me up, pulling me towards him so that I’m mirroring his posture, and his hard cock is pressed against my belly. I place my palms on his chest, my fingers dancing across the dark ink that’s a mix of Celtic symbols andwords.

His fingers curl in the hair at the nape of my neck, tangling so that I’m forced to meet his gaze. His wild, green eyes stare down at me, his face flushed withlust.

“Do ye know how easy it would be to bury myself inside ye rightnow?”

I lick my lips, wanting him to do justthat.

“But I’m going to take my time with ye, love. And by the end of tonight, I’m going to know every inch of yer body as if it were myown.”

His mouth covers mine, and once again I’m consumed by the man. He kisses me with a greedy hunger, one that matches myown.

My entire body molds and melts into him. I’ve never known sensations so exhilarating, so intense. Every touch, every kiss, makes me even more desperate to have him inside of me, until all I can do is hold on to him and whimper formore.

His mouth and hands explore my body, and I’m helpless to him. Arching and aching as his fingers are once again inside me, his tongue flicking at my clit, and I begin to shake from the sensation ofit.

So many times, I get close to coming, and he pulls back, that mischievous grin on his face as he moves to another spot that has flaming pleasure racing straight to my womb. His lips brush softly against the inside of my thigh. He gives my clit one last lick, before I’m flipped onto my stomach, the heavy head of his cock brushing up against myass.

He groans as a hand kneads one cheek, then gives it a smallslap.

His mouth is against my ear, when he says roughly, “Ye have a perfect ass,Makena.”

I wiggle beneath him, needing the friction, willing to give him anything, even this, if it meant finally being filled byhim.

My fingers curl into the sheets as he kisses my neck, then trails his lips down myback.

I’m not sure how much time passes. Minutes, hours, days. But Shane makes good on his promise to explore every inch of my body, and by the time he flips me over again, my body is wound tight, and I can feel my orgasm just out of reach, the pleasure a smalltorture.

“So beautiful.” The blaze of lust in his eyes scorchesme.

“Shane, please,” I beg, squirming beneathhim.

He rips a condom package open with his teeth, then rolls it over the engorged head and down the thick length of his cock, then positions himself between mythighs.

A low growl-like moan vibrates from his chest. “If there’s any part of ye that doesn’t want this, ye’ve got less than a second to tellme.”

“I wantthis.”

He thrusts inside me, and I suck in a breath as my body expands to take in his full length andthickness.

God, I didn’t know anything could be this good. Especially notsex.

I feel his every movement like our bodies areone.

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