Page 69 of Taming Irish

The damn emotions are there, too, fucking with my head. But nothing matters more than havingher.

Consumingher.

Possessingher.

It’s like she’s awoken some primal part of mybrain.

Not to mention what she’s done to mybody.

Like an addiction, I can’t getenough.

My lips cover hers, and we’re both tearing at each other’s clothes, barely making it to the bedroom before I sheath myself and bury my aching cock insideher.

Desperate moans fall from her lips, and her head falls back against the pillow as I fill herfully.

I breathe out roughly and hold myself still for a moment, knowing if I don’t I’ll come too soon. That’s what she does to me. Makes me lose control. Lose all sense ofreality.

Her eyes soften for a moment, her fingers brushing across my cheek, and I see a flicker of emotion cross herexpression.

Shit. I feel it, too. The pull between us. Theconnection.

And my chest squeezes with a tender possessiveness that wasn’t therebefore.

I start to move inside her, and shewhimpers.

Her eyes close, and I command, “Look atme.”

She sucks in a shaky breath and her lashes flutter open, her expression a mix of lust and uncertainty. “I…can’t…it’s…toomuch.”

I know what she means. It’s not just the physical pleasure between us. Our bodies are molded together like they were made for each other, but when her gaze is on mine, the connection burns straight to my fucking soul. And I know I’m going to destroy us both by pushingit.

“Look at me, Makena,” I say again, thrusting against her hips and feeling her pussy clasp around mycock.

Her eyes stay open, and shenods.

This time is different. Each touch, movement, and kiss is laced with something that hadn’t been therebefore.

Broken moans and whimpers fill the space between us. And when we finally come together, I swear the fucking ground moves beneathus.

Rolling over and pulling her against my chest, perspiration still beading along my forehead, a million thoughts race through my mind. Uncertainty. Doubt. Hope.Fear.

But the only thing I know for certain is I don’t ever want to let this womango.

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