Page 53 of The Irish Redemption

Cormac seems oblivious to the entire exchange and doesn’t look up as Dale moves past us to the cockpit, then vanishes behind the security door.

Perfect.

I give it a few minutes just in case, by some terrible stroke of luck, there is an issue with the pilot, and then I stand and step across the aisle. In one move, I close Cormac’s laptop and drop into his lap just as he looks up with a deep frown across his forehead.

“Evelyn.”

“Ooh,” I tease, pressing my fingertips against his chest. “No Evie this time?”

“I’m working.”

“And you should be looking at me.”

His eyes dart from my eyes down my body, then back up. “Are you telling me you desire my attention?”

“Do I need to spell it out for you?” I don’t know if it’s the wonders he worked yesterday with that devilish tongue of his or the excitement of the jet and the lavish air I’m surrounded with. Being in Cormac’s lap makes me hot and I want to feel his hands all over me just like before.

“Maybe,” Cormac replies. “I’m illiterate.”

“Oh, really?” I chuckle softly, amused. “Well then.” Adjusting myself in Cormac’s lap until I’m straddling him, I lean forward and bring my lips to his ear while rolling my hips down against his crotch. “I want you to fuck me.”

Cormac’s hands land on my waist and grip. “You’re still injured.”

“And?” I lean back, rocking down slowly. “I know my limits.”

“But I do not,” he says, his voice growing husky. “You think you can give me a taste and expect me to stop?”

A hot thrill shoots through me and I bite my lower lip, continuing to roll my hips down. It doesn’t take long until I feel his cock swelling beneath me.

“You think once you start fucking me, you won’t stop?”

“I know I won’t,” he says, his palms flexing around my waist. “So be very careful about what you do next.”

His warning doesn’t pause my hips, and my pulse quickens as his eyes grow darker with every passing second until his pupils are so blown with desire that all color has vanished.

“I think,” I say softly, drawing out the words, “you need to just sit there and let me do what I want.”

“You think?” he asks.

“I do. Because I’m the one with the stitches, I’m in charge.”

Cormac’s hips twitch upward and a coy smile forms across my lips. He doesn’t strike me as a man willing to give up control, but the prospect clearly excites him.

“And if I can’t let you be in charge?”

I place both my hands on his shoulders and push him back against the chair. “Then I’ll go back to my seat and finger myself instead.”

Cormac’s grip becomes like iron and a red flush sweeps up his throat. His Adam’s apple bobs hard when he swallows, and I can see the debate raging behind his eyes. Then he nods.

“Fine. Your rules.”

I kiss him hard, finally giving in to the heat rushing through my body with every rapid flutter of my heart. My core clenches and I grind my hips down, riding the thick ridge that’s grown rapidly beneath me.Never have I known a man to get turned on so quickly by me, not without the promise of a blow job, at least. A few seconds and Cormac hungers for me.

Back in the car, he told me he’d ruin me for anyone else and he’s right. After something like this, how can anyone else compare?

His hands roam over my back, pulling me close and tugging at my shirt so he can slide his hands underneath. When his palms slide over my bare skin, I shiver and allow his tongue to slip into my mouth while my mind turns south. He keeps his touch to beneath my bandages, and I busy myself with undoing my jeans. Rising only to my knees, I deepen the kiss and keep him pinned there. Thankfully, he helps me out of my jeans with his strong hands as I clutch at his bulging arms, and I’m back in his lap within moments.

My world narrows to just Cormac. We kiss like each is the air the other desperately craves. His hands roam my body, and I tear open his shirt to expose his gloriously sexy chest. Soft curls of hair brush against my fingertips and a softer, needier moan escapes him when I roll my panty-clad hips down on his slacks.

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