Page 19 of Irish Getaway

Evelyn’s fingers threaded through Claire’s hair at the nape of her neck, holding her close as their tongues danced together. Claire’s hands slid up her back, pulling her closer, and Evelyn pressed her body against Claire’s. The feeling of Claire’s breasts against her own sent rush of desire through her body.

“You’re so beautiful,” Evelyn whispered huskily as she pulled away, voicing out loud what had been on her mind ever since they’d met.

Claire’s cheeks darkened at the compliment. “I’ve been thinking about this all day,” she murmured, reaching up to delicately trail her fingers along Evelyn’s collarbone, sparking off a shudder that coursed through her. Claire’s hands slid up to cup Evelyn’s face, her thumbs caressing her cheek. “But also trying not to get my hopes up incase you’d changed your mind.”

Evelyn leaned in, capturing Claire’s lips once more, this time with even more intensity. She couldn’t believe how much she wanted this woman, and she hated the idea of Claire thinking otherwise.

Evelyn hadn’t even known it could be like this. Last night had been amazing in its own right, but now that Evelyn knew what it felt like to kiss another woman, to kiss Claire, she couldn’t seem to think of anything else. She tilted her head as she continued to kiss Claire, both of them moaning softly when their tongues met again.

Evelyn broke the kiss, out of breath with her forehead still touching Claire’s. “I haven’t changed my mind,” she said as she took a deep breath. “Not for a second.”

“I’m glad,” Claire said, her fingers trailing along Evelyn’s jaw as she pulled back enough to meet her eyes. “Are you hungry?”

“Yes,” Evelyn said, and she was leaning in again before she even realized what she was doing. Claire kissed her back, her hand sliding into Evelyn’s hair as she did.

Evelyn knew that Claire had asked her here for dinner, but right now, with her hands on Claire’s hips, her fingers skirting under her top, skimming over her skin as they kissed, dinner was the last thing she wanted.

“But maybe dinner can wait,” Evelyn murmured between kisses.

Claire pulled back, her blue eyes searching Evelyn’s. “Are you sure?”

Evelyn nodded, her hand on Claire’s hip underneath her top, her thumb lazily swiping over her soft skin. “Yes.” Her heart might be racing, and her stomach was doing somersaults, but she was more than ready for this.

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Claire felt like she was having an out of body experience as she led Evelyn into her bedroom and closed the door behind her. When she’d changed the sheets this morning, she told herself that she would’ve done it anyway, and that it had nothing to do with the fact that Evelyn was coming over.

Her head had been all over the place today, and everything took her longer than it should have. She kept thinking back to last night, and how not only had the fireworks gone to plan, Evelyn had kissed her.

And the rest of the night had played on a loop in her head all day today, remembering the way Evelyn had kissed her and climbed into her lap, the way she’d felt in her arms, the way they couldn’t seem to get enough of one another.

If she wasn’t thinking about that, Claire was wondering how she’d walked away last night. She knew it was the right thing to do, but she’d been wondering all day if given the time to think about what had happened, would Evelyn change her mind? Would she come here this evening with an apology on her lips, saying that this couldn’t happen? That there was no point?

Evelyn’s eyes met hers now as Claire flicked on a lamp, the curtains already drawn from when she’d gotten changed a little over an hour ago, and Claire couldn’t believe that this was real, that Evelyn Coleman wanted her.

Although, standing in front of her now, Claire didn’t see her as world-famous actress Evelyn Coleman anymore. They’d spent too much time together for Claire to think of her as that now. To Claire, she was simply Evelyn, and while Claire had been attracted to Evelyn Coleman, what she was starting to feel for the Evelyn she’d gotten to know these last few weeks should have scared her.

Evelyn’s gaze lingered on Claire, and she stepped into her space, reaching out to touch Claire’s cheek. “I wish you hadn’t left last night,” she whispered.

Claire closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of Evelyn’s touch as she leaned into her hand, her heart thudding in her chest.

“But I know why you did,” Evelyn said, her thumb moving over her cheek. “And I appreciate that.”

Claire’s eyes fluttered open, and she could’ve gotten lost in Evelyn’s caramel brown eyes.

“You have no idea how much I wanted you to stay last night,” Evelyn said as she leaned in to lightly brush her lips over Claire’s, sending a shiver of desire through her entire body as Evelyn’s other hand found her hip, guiding her back against the door.

Claire sighed into the kiss, her hand sliding through Evelyn’s hair, and not for the first time, time seemed to disappear when she was around Evelyn. She couldn’t get enough of her.

Evelyn was the one to pull away, her lips on Claire’s neck on, and Claire’s knees went weak as Evelyn’s lips crazed her collarbone.

“Promise me something,” Evelyn said, her breath warm against her neck.

“Anything,” Claire managed to get out, both hands on Evelyn’s waist now.

Evelyn kissed her neck again, her tongue hot against Claire’s skin, before she met Claire’s eyes. “This is new for me…”

Claire swallowed as she nodded. “I’d made that assumption.”

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