Page 23 of Shamrock Kisses

Even though the water is lukewarm, it feels like pins and needles against my skin. Patrick’s hands rest on my hips. “I feel so comfortable with you,” I share, surprised at how true it feels.

“Same … although I’m still processing that you’re into me.”

“I’m very into you, Patrick,” I say, pulling him into a kiss. “So, why are you single?” I run my hands down his back after we break apart.

“I don’t put myself out there,” he admits, taking my hands in his. “I was anxious about coming today. This is so unlike me.”

“Being naked in a shower with a girl you just met?”

“Exactly … uncharted waters.” He chuckles, causing me to laugh at its truth and cuteness. Guiding me back under the water, he asks, “Why are you single?”

“The real answer to that is kinda long,” I say, and he kisses my forehead. I smile before continuing. “From the time I was sixteen until I was twenty-seven, I was with the same guy. After I called off the wedding, I wanted to live carefree. Date whoever. Sleep with whoever. I felt like I missed out on a lot.” I pause, and he kisses me again. “But this party girl is tired now. I want something more.”

Patrick’s hands move back to my hips as he gently presses me against the shower wall. I love him towering over me. Holding my jaw in his hand, he stares deeply into my eyes. “I’ve never felt this way before.”

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“Our connection,” she whispers, holding my gaze as I brush my thumb along her jaw. “It’s overwhelming.”

“I know.” My eyes lock onto hers before drifting lower. “You’re so fucking sexy, and I’ve been wanting to kiss you here,” I say, kissing the tattoo of the green lips I put on her neck.

“Didn’t you mention something about touching me?”

“Are you warmed up now?”

She glances down at my growing erection. “Looks like you are.”

“Well …” I let my hand trail from her jaw down to her neck. “Maybe I should keep warming you up.”

She giggles as I lean in to kiss her, my hand sliding lower until I cup her breast. I squeeze gently, slipping my tongue into her mouth. “What are your limits?”

“What do you mean?”

“I want to make you come.”

“How?”

“First … with my fingers.” I trail my tongue down to her chest, flicking her nipple before circling it. “Then …” I move my tongue up her neck to her ear, my voice low. “I’ll make you come with this.” I slowly lick her ear.

She laughs lightly. “How could I say no to that?” Her hand finds me, gripping my cock. The steam thickens around us as we lock eyes. “How about I give you the best blow job of your life in between all that?”

“You’re perfect, kitten.”

She laughs, releasing me. “Is that really what you want my nickname to be?”

“You’re playful, smart, and you love being touched. It fits.”

“Fine … I’ll be your kitten.”

I kiss her again, hoping one day she’ll be my girlfriend. As the kiss deepens, my hands explore her body, grabbing handfuls of her ass. “I’m an ass guy,” I murmur between kisses. “I’m obsessed with yours.”

She smiles. “Don’t ever shave your beard.”

My hand glides up her thigh, slipping between her legs, and my thumb finds her clit. She flinches at the touch. “I want to make you feel good.”

“You do.”

“I want to hear you make sexy noises.”

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