Page 77 of Taming Irish

Chapter 22

Shane

Idon’t takeMakena back to my apartment because I’m still not sure how the person who left the letter got in, or if they’ll be back. I already have Joey working on having all the locks changed, but you can never be too cautious when dealing withcrazy.

Instead of my apartment, I take her back to the Shelbourne where she and Emer were staying. I was pissed when Emer called and said she’d left Makena at the Brazen Head alone. That part of the city isn’t dangerous, other than the occasional drunk tourist that can’t tell their head from their ass, but the thought of anything happening to her fills my entire body withdread.

Makena is quiet the entire ride there, and even after I give the valet the keys and make our way up in the elevator, she hasn’t said a word. I don’t say anything, either, because I’m not sure how the hell I’m going to break it to her that there’s some stalker out there who may or may not be having mykid.

At the suite door, I wait until Makena opens it with her key card, then follow herinside.

“Okay,” she says, jutting her chin up at me and squaring her shoulders like she’s preparing herself for the worst. “Goon.”

Sometimes I wonder if the woman knows how strong she really is. I’ll admit that over the past couple of days I did a little research on the man who used to be her husband. Read the fucking bullshit he said about her. And I understand why she came here. Why she needed to getaway.

And here I am, practically shoving her right back in the hot seat. Because if any of this shit about me gets out, the media will be all over my personal life, with Makena being right in thespotlight.

Let her go, my brain warns.Before she gets dragged through the mud again. This time, because ofyou.

But the thought of losingher…

Shit.

I rub the back of my neck. “I don’t want to hurt ye,love.”

She sucks in a quivering breath. “So, this isit?”

Fuckthat.

“No,” I growl out, removing the distance between us and crushing my lips againsthers.

She lets out a small whimper, her body melting into mine. “Shane.”

I can’t let hergo.

The woman ismine.

It’s a primal acknowledgment that’s deeper than any physical or emotionalresponse.

I tug at the hem of her dress, pulling it up over her hips, then cup her pussy, sliding a finger beneath her panties. She’s already wet, and I groan against her mouth. One flick of her clit and I feel her knees buckling, her body trembling, melting into me. I love that I can do that to her. How responsive she is tome.

“Shane,” she whimpers, her hands tangling in myhair.

I lift her up, wrapping her legs around my waist and carrying her to the bedroom, my mouth never leavinghers.

When I sit her on the edge of the bed, her fingers go to my belt and she’s undressing me with the same desperate hunger in her gaze that I feel. I toss my shirt aside, pulling a condom out of mywallet.

Makena slides my pants and briefs over my hips, and my cock springs free. She looks up at me and smiles, before taking the engorged head in her mouth and swirling her tongue across it. It’s been a couple days, and as she takes me deeper, I can feel my self-controlunraveling.

I groan, loving the feel of her mouth, but needing the connection of being buried insideher.

“Easy, love,” I say, tugging her hair gently until she releases me. “I won’t last long, if ye keep doingthat.”

I lift her up, helping her out of her dress, and removing her bra and panties. Then, she lays out on thebed.

Gorgeous.

I could spend hours, days…hell, a lifetime, worshipping herbody.

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