Page 47 of The Irish Redemption

“All finished,” Cormac says suddenly, and his voice jolts me out of my distracted musings.

My eyes flick up and Cormac remains close, merely a few inches away from me. The sloped curve of his lips calls to me and a warm pull of muscle squeezes through my core.

“You know,” Cormac says slowly, “when you dropped the towel, did you mean to drop it fully?”

“Hmm?” I glance down at myself. In my distraction of taking Cormac in, I had forgotten that, unlike in the bathroom when I removed my T-shirt, I am completely naked, and I hadn’t attempted to cover myself.Oh. “I feel like I should be embarrassed,” I say, glancing back up to those deep blue eyes. “But I’m not.”

“Must be the medication,” Cormac says softly.

“Maybe,” I reply, sinking my teeth into my lower lip. “Maybe there’s something wrong with me.”

“Like?”

“Maybe I’m numb.”

Cormac leans an inch closer. “You think you’re numb?”

“Mmhmm. I feel nothing.”

“Nothing at all?” His bushy brows knit together and he leans closer another inch.

“Not a thing,” I whisper. My heart pounds beneath my chest and goosebumps race across my skin, bringing with them a chill that forces a shover across my shoulders. “Maybe we should test that, though. Before we call a doctor.”

“Test how?” Cormac’s heavy, rough hand lands firmly on my damp, bare thigh, and my heart leaps into my throat.

“You really gonna make me say it?” I whisper. He’s so close now that his entire scent is the only air I breathe, and I can make out a few hidden flecks of green in his beautiful eyes. His hand burns with anticipation against my thigh, and I’m not even sure what I’m asking for at this rate. My mouth is running and my thoughts are leagues behind.

“Yes,” Cormac replies softly. “You want it, you ask me for it.”

“I don’t know what I want,” I reply honestly, placing one hand over his hot knuckles. “Just… something.”

“Something?” Cormac presses.

“You.”

That’s the keyword, it seems, because no sooner has that sound left my lips than Cormac is kissing me deeply, and my needy mind goes blank in relief. All thoughts screech to a halt and the next rush of goosebumps across my body is warm.

“You’re wounded,” Cormac says, writing those words against my lips when he breaks the kiss. “I will be gentle.”

And he is. Cormac lays me down on the bed and discards my wet towel, then he sits me up near my pillows for comfort. Through each movement, he kisses me and keeps one arm around my waist to help me move with minimal effort on my part.

My aching ribs thank him.

He kisses my chin, then kisses down to my throat, where he buries his face into the juncture of my neck and shoulder. Each needy drag of his lips and tongue over my fluttering pulse makes his beard graze against my skin, and it’s almost painful. But it’s nothing compared to when he kisses down my body and disappears between my thighs.

There, the drag of his beard against the sensitive skin of my inner thighsispainful, but it’s a pain I enjoy. Like the heat from pressing cold hands around a hot cup. Cormac slides his arms under my legs, then curls his arms around to grasp my thighs and pull me closer to his mouth.

A pulse of nerves skitters through my chest and I almost ask him to wait.

Then he kisses me, a firm, lingering kiss against my vulva, then my head tips back into the pillows. I clutch at the blanket beneath me, and my toes curl as Cormac’s tongue slides through the outer lips of my pussy and delves into my inner heat in one slow stroke.

I close my eyes and my focus narrows to his warmth between my legs. His tongue slides through my pussy, parting my inner folds and delving down to my entrance, then he laps back up where his tongue becomes a firm point that flicks over my clit. I gasp and lurch at the resulting burst of pleasure. His grip tightens on my thighs and he holds me in place.

I can’t think, and with each slide of his tongue through my damp folds, I can barely breathe, either. Cormac isn’t one of those men who thinks a few kisses and a touch of the other lips is all that a woman needs. He’s a real man and he’s buried against my pussy like it’s consuming him. He laps, kisses, and suckles every inch he can reach, barely pausing for air. Each time pleasure causes me to shift and rock one way, he’s right there with me and his hands are quick to guide me back into place so he has the easiest access.

The pleasure grows quickly, but when I try to close my thighs and rock into the sensation of his constant attention over my clit, Cormac’s hands prevent that from happening. Being lightly restrained, even like this, sends a flurry of excitement through my body. Sweat breaks out across my skin and thin strands of hair stick to my neck when I toss my head back and forth. My nipples ache for contact, but they’re trapped behind the bandages so all I can do is slidemy hands over my own heaving abdomen. A light caress, then I stroke down to where Cormac’s head is buried against me. The moment I grip onto his thick red hair, he thrusts his tongue deep inside me and seals his mouth against my pussy. He hums and sucks as his tongue thrusts into me, reaching deeper than I can even fathom.

Arching off the bed, I cry out even as tightness from my stitches flares across my chest and warns me not to go too far. Right now, it doesn’t matter. Heat coils like a snake in my lower gut and my clit throbs in time to my pounding heart. Constant tingles sweep down my arms and legs. My toes curl and my thighs tense under his grip. His tongue swirls around my clit in circles, then zig-zags, and just as he presses it flat against me, my orgasm hits like a truck.

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