Page 44 of Taming Irish

Noinhibitions.

Nofears.

Justpleasure.

I’m so close to coming, and I cry out desperately. “Oh God…Shane. It feels sogood.”

Every slow, delicious thrust sends exquisite pleasure racing through my entire body, and then I’m falling over the edge in a mindless rapture, moaning his name as I clench around him in wildabandon.

“Makena,” Shane growls, making my eyes flutter open and look at him. The blaze of lust I see there sears through me, as my body continues to spasm around him, removing all mydefenses.

And I’m no longer falling. I’ve crash-landed straight into the arms of Irishtrouble.