Page 151 of The Secret We Keep
My legs widen further for him, nerves still wildly humming through me, but I’m no longer in control of my body.
“Let me see those eyes, curly fries.”
A deep burn aches in my chest. “I can’t open them,” I whimper, focusing on the pleasant circles that are making me hotter.
He chuckles before gently slipping his finger inside of me.
My eyes spring open.
“Does it hurt?”
Everything goes black again before I’m seeing stars. “No,” I reply with a shaky voice. “It feels good.” So, so good.
He inserts another finger, and my head snaps back, heat swelling, building slowly like embers catching flame.
His fingers stop.
No.
“Please,” I whimper. I breathe harshly, trying to remain controlled. “I like the way that feels.” My body involuntarily rocks, wanting more of what he was doing.
“Okay,” he says, and I can tell he’s smiling by the tone of his voice. Gravelly. Full of lust.
His fingers push inside me once again, this time slower. Deeper. Breathtakingly perfect.
My hips lift off the bed, and Paddy’s breath hitches.
I know when I’ve touched myself in the privacy of my own room, it’s never felt like how it does now. I’ve never put a finger inside myself and felt the rush of warmth all the way from my toes to the base of my neck. “Paddy.”
Oh. My. God.
His fingers meticulously curl at the same time as his thumb brushes over my clit, applying just the right amount of force.
I moan loudly, that familiar swell of heat igniting inside of me, the one that makes my head dizzy, and my muscles tighten.
Paddy breathes heavily before pushing himself further down the bed. “Jesus, curly fries.”
My body tenses when his fingers stop working their magic. “What is it?” I’m suddenly aware I’m exposed with Paddy O’Keefe manoeuvring himself between my legs.
Holy shit.
I’m not sure if this feeling is euphoria or nausea. Because the way his eyes light up and his lips part has me scrunching the sheets between my fingers.
“I’ve got Morgan Brooks naked in my bed.”
Humour pulls my cheeks high. “This ismybed.”
Without moving his head, he looks up at me. And the possessive, burning look in his eyes strikes me right in the centre of my chest. “Technically this isourbed. We’re sharing a room.”
I pause, remembering I was in the ladies’ when he checked us in. “You booked a double bed?”
“Yes,” he answers deeply.
“For all the sexcapades?”
His head cocks slightly to one side. “I didn’t book this room just to get you into bed.”
I look at all four walls, smiling down at the both of us naked and definitely enjoying the bed.
