Page 18 of Shamrocks & Second Chances

“I missed this,” he whispers. “I missed you.”

Something inside me unravels. The cards scatter as I reach for him—or maybe he reaches for me. Our lips meet in a kiss that starts gentle but quickly blazes into something desperate and consuming.

He pulls me onto his lap, and I straddle him, grinding against the hard bulge in his pants. He groans and slides a hand under my sweater, stroking my lower back. His touch sends shivers of pleasure through me, and I press closer, wanting more.

His other hand slips between our bodies, cupping my breast through my bra. I arch into his palm, moaning as he teases my nipple with his thumb. Seamus teases me until it becomes too much, then dips his fingers inside my bra to stroke my bare skin.

I gasp at the sensation of his calloused fingertips against my sensitive flesh. My nipples tighten, sending sparks of desire straight to my core. I'm wet and aching for him, and I can't wait any longer. It's been too long since I saw and touched his body. My fingers shake slightly when I begin unbuttoning the fine linen shirt with the Celtic knotwork embroidered on the neck. I push aside the fabric, baring his chest.

Seamus inhales sharply as I trace his collarbone with my fingertip. His skin is smooth and taut over lean muscle, and his pulse beats rapidly under my touch. I trail my finger down his sternum, enjoying the way his muscles tense and quiver. I pause to stare at a tattoo on his shoulder. It's magical and wasn't there two years ago. The closer I look, the more I realize it's shifting. I let out a gasp when it suddenly coalesces into "Bella" and stays in that state. "You have my name tattooed on your shoulder?"

"Aye. I wanted to keep you close."

My heart melts. I bend down to kiss the tattoo, tasting salt and magic on his skin. He shudders and grips my hips tightly.

"Do you remember the first time we made love?"

"Of course." How could I forget? We'd just met a couple of nights before at the LoveLuck Festival and had been at his room at the Moonlit Inn. We'd been talking until we suddenly weren't. I don't remember who reached for the other first, but somehow, we were kissing. And touching. And tearing off each other's clothes.

"Remember how we couldn't stop laughing because we kept bumping noses?" he asks with a smile.

"And then we finally got it right," I say, smiling back.

"That was the best night of my life."

"It was the best night of my life too."

Seamus kisses me again, and I lose myself in the taste and feel of him. His lips are soft and warm, and his tongue traces mine with tantalizing skill. I moan and grind against him, feeling his cock harden even more.

He breaks the kiss and pulls off my sweater and bra in one swift motion. Then he cups my breasts, teasing my nipples with his thumbs. Pleasure shoots through me, and I cry out.

"Shhh," he says with a grin. "You'll wake the neighbors."

"Nope. None of the nearby shopkeepers live about their home. I can be as loud as I want." I think about Hecate, whohas made her tiny self invisible to give us privacy. I doubt she's in the room with us either. "Other than risking scarring my dog familiar for life, we can be as loud as we want."

Seamus laughs. "Then by all means, please continue making those delicious noises."

He bends his head and takes one of my nipples into his mouth. I cry out again as he sucks and flicks his tongue across the sensitive peak. I bury my hands in his hair, holding him close as waves of pleasure wash over me.

Seamus moves to my other breast, giving it the same attention. I writhe against him, needing more. He seems to know exactly what I need, sliding a hand between us to cup my pussy through my jeans.

The pressure feels amazing, and I grind against his palm, desperate for release. He rubs me harder, matching the rhythm of his tongue on my nipple. I'm so close, but I need more.

Just as I'm about to beg him to take me, he releases my nipple and looks up at me with a mischievous gleam in his eye. "I believe these need to go," he says, tugging at my jeans.

I stand up and hurry to strip them off, along with my panties. Seamus does the same with his trousers, freeing his impressive shaft. I stare at it for a moment. He's as big and thick as I remember, but how did I forget the unique shape of his cockhead? It's almost like a shamrock. "Is that a three-leaf clover?"

He laughs. "More like nine."

I laugh. "I meant the shape of your cock, not the length."

Seamus winks at me. "I know. I also remember you making a similar joke the first time you saw it but asking if it was a four-leaf clover."

I roll my eyes. "Well, it's definitely a nine-leaf clover now."

Seamus shrugs. "What can I say? I've missed you, Bella."

His words send a rush of warmth through me. I've missed him too, more than I realized, but I don't say that aloud. Instead, I climb back onto the sofa and straddle his lap. His cock presses against my slick entrance, and I slowly lower my hips, taking him inside my pussy inch by glorious inch.

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