Page 148 of The Secret We Keep
Paddy meets me halfway, one of his hands grabbing my thigh and squeezing hard. The other holds me under my chin, fingers around my throat. “Morgan,” he says into my mouth, thrusting his hips up.
“Yes,” is my feeble reply, but it’s enough for Paddy to move.
He stands, wrapping my legs around his waist, before sitting back down with a hiss as his skin comes into contact with the fiery wood again.
I smile into our kiss, arching my back and pressing my body against his.
Grabbing one of my breasts, his hand on my face scoops to the back of my neck, pulling me closer. He lifts his hips, and a moan pushes past my lips as a buzz of pleasure vibrates between my thighs.
“Paddy.”
He kisses me like he’s wild, grinding his hips into me.
Letting go of his hair, I reach behind my neck, pulling my bikini top free and releasing my breasts.
Paddy’s quick to reach up and squeeze both in the palms of his hands, his thumbs flicking over both nipples.
My head throws back, my fingers locking behind his neck as I pull his head closer to my body.
I want him to put his mouth on me.
He raises his head, and I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen anything sexier in all of my life when he licks his shiny lips before sucking my nipple into his mouth.
I whimper his name. “Paddy.”
His tempo quickens, switching between licking, flicking, sucking.
It’s sweet and tender but filled with heat and energy.
More.
Squeezing my thighs, pleasure blooms once again, and one of Paddy’s hands lands heavily on my hip.
More.
I squeeze and roll my body, electricity shooting up my spine.
More.
Clamping his other hand down on my leg, his fingers dig in deep. “Morgan.” His tone is warning me to slow, I know it. But my pleasure is growing, and the familiar heat swirling in my core won’t allow me to slow.
More.
“Morgan.”
More.
“We have to stop.”
I can’t hear him, too caught up in the moment.
In the pleasure.
In the years of wanting this with him.
“Stop.” Wrenching my body away from his, my feet are dumped to the hot floor.
Panting heavily, he pulls at his hair, avoiding my eyes before he strides past me and stalks out of the sauna, leaving me in a scramble of confusion.
