Page 150 of The Secret We Keep
His features coil, tight lines forming on his forehead. “Then we’ll be one of those couples who never has sex.”
My pulse quickens. He can’t be serious? “Is that meant to be a threat, Paddy O’Keefe?”
Widening his stance, he rips his robe off his body, letting it puddle on the floor by his feet. “Take off your towel.” Dominance and desire flare on his face. He stares at me long and hard, puffing out his chest.
I slide my eyes up to meet his. “Paddy?” My legs begin to tremble with unharnessed need.
He breathes heavily. “The towel. Take it off, Morgan.” Heisserious.
Wet strands of my hair cling to the side of my face. I want to move them, but my hands feel clumsy. I can feel my heartbeat in my throat, and every part of me is too aware. Of the silence. Of his eyes fixed on me. “I don’t have any clothes on.”
A low groan tipples from his mouth. Paddy’s tongue darts lusciously over his bottom lip. Then he grabs his shorts and pushes them to the floor.
Shock intertwines with awe, because the penis staring back at me would do more than split me in half if I let it anywhere close to my vagina.
It would end me. For good.
I draw in a deep breath. “We don’t have to do this,” I splutter, backtracking fast, my mouth all of a sudden dry.
His voice deepens seductively. “Yes, we do.”
My eyes flutter closed. “Paddy—”
I don’t see him moving.
Before I can say anything more, I’m in his arms and lying flat on the bed, Paddy gazing down at me on his side. “The only way this works, is if you tell me what you like and what you don’t as we do it.”
“Mmm,” I moan, still trying to catch my breath, licking my lips as his warm breath rains down on me torturously.
“I’m serious, Morgan. You haven’t done this before.”
Watching him search my features, I swallow harshly. “I’ll tell you if I need you to stop,” I say heatedly, turning my head up to him.
Paddy smiles and untucks my towel, exposing my naked body underneath him. I hold my breath, heart hammering, but he groans causing my arousal to spike. Then he drops his mouth to my neck, and my back bows of the bed, fingers curling into the sheets.
Oh my God.
Flames spread across my skin, pulsing heat floods my core as he kisses me gently, working his way south, towards my chest.
My lips part when Paddy shows each nipple equal attention, before his hot breath glides over my stomach. He waits. Not moving. Not rushing me. “Do you still trust me, Morgan?”
“Yes,” I moan my response, my body melting into the sheets.
Slow and steady, he lowers one hand to the strip of hair between my legs, making me shudder. “Is this okay?”
My response is strangled. “Yes.”
I’ve imagined this moment a hundred times, but now that it’s real, my thoughts scatter like a bag of marbles hitting the floor. I’m centred when our eyes lock, and when he gently nudges my leg, I let them part.
His hand stays gentle, dropping lower, the tips of his fingers sliding between my thighs to the part only I’ve touched.
I moan. A jolt of electricity makes my stomach flip.
“Tell me if you want me to stop.” His low, gentle words are careful yet laced with heat. Purposeful yet cracked.
My head rolls on the bed, eyes closed. “Don’t stop.” Waves of heat make my pulse quicken.
Paddy breathes heavily, one finger circling my clit delicately.
