Page 27 of Naughty Irish Liar

You read about first kisses. How magical and life changing they were meant to be. His kiss didn’t change my life—not in that second anyway—but he did almost knock me on my ass with how good it was.

Fighting to taste, his dominance rode through me, giving me bursts of flavors I’d never had in my mouth before. Addicted in seconds I stroked my tongue over his, silently asking for more.

He gave. Using a hand in the back of my hair to guide my head to the angle he wanted. I purred allowing him to lead me anywhere he wanted me to go.

This felt so good. Better than anything ever before.

I wanted to know what it was like to have sex with someone that dynamic.

I wanted to know if a man that damn attractive would be good at sex, selfless and giving or would his pretty face make him entitled.

The press of his lips weren’t soft. He was not a gentle kisser. He was commanding, and forceful, taking what he needed, and I was there for the ride.

His grunt at my submission blasted through me and vibrated at the apex of my thighs. I shuddered and clung to his wide shoulders.

Kissing him back just as fiercely.

It consumed me.

I didn’t think of breathing. Air was irrelevant.

“I’m going to fuck you out of my system. Out of my head,” he all but growled into my mouth, taking my tongue prisoner with seductive licks. “Say yes.”

CHAPTER 8

Ronan

I was out of my mind.

I was so out of my mind I stopped thinking the moment I stepped inside the hotel room.

Couldn’t stop.

Wouldn’tstop.

I scorched kisses over her skin, tasting her sweetness, sucking it into my belly.

What the fuck was I doing?

I tried letting her go in degrees, first one finger and then another, but as soon as I got to a third my whole body protested, and I gripped onto her tiny waist tighter.

She was a drug and my addiction took over.

My fate was sealed and then licked for good measure by the ginger girl under me looking up with more than lust in her eyes.

I kissed her freckles just, so I could blur out her face.

The addiction didn’t let up.

It taunted in the background.

I’d known it would come to this.

The question was, how had I waited so long to have her? And how much fucking would it take to make this sensation of dying go away.

“Say yes,” I groaned again.

CHAPTER 9

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