Page 63 of The Irish Redemption

“Good girl,” Cormac growls. “I knew you’d get there.”

“Oh, my God,” I gasp, my voice raw. “I?—”

Cormac thrusts once, and I come with a noiseless cry. My entire body locks up and my pussy clams around his length like it never wants him to leave. Pulse after pulse of heat shoots through my core and the lava in my veins reaches boiling point as an array of sensations explodes like fireworks across my skin.

And Cormac doesn’t stop. He places his hands on my thighs, forcing my legs apart, and fucks me with his gaze down at where he’s sliding rapidly into me. There’s something so dirty about knowing he’s watching his cock slide into my pussy that turns me on more than I can understand. He’s definitely unlocked something inside me that I never knew was there.

“Kiss me,” I beg as he fucks the very air out of my lungs. “Please!”

Cormac doesn’t hesitate. He kisses me so hard that his beard scrapes my skin, and I’m obsessed with the feeling. If I could, I’d wind my legs around his waist, but I’m utterly boneless, and he fucks into me with such power and speed that everything is a blur.

“Fucking hell, you’re so fucking hot,” Cormac grunts. “So fucking wet.”

“Just for you,” I gasp against his lips. “Only you!”

He kisses me hard, a clash of lips and teeth as his hips pound into me, and in the rippling waves of my last orgasm, there rises another. Somehow, Cormac manages to find it inside the depths of my exhausted soul and it sweeps up so quickly that I have no chance to say anything about it.

I come for the fourth time as Cormac finally buries deep inside me and floods my core with his own orgasm, grinding against me like he’s trying to lock us together for eternity.

“Mine,” Cormac growls against my lips as he kisses me deeply, cuddling me in his thick arms.

Absolutely. Never in my life have I been more cared for or made to feel more desired than this.

I’ve found my future.

25

CORMAC

“Evie?” Moving into the kitchen, I expect to see her up to her elbows in soap subs helping wash up from the gorgeous lunch my mother prepared for us, but she’s gone. My mother is by herself buffing dry a casserole dish, and she flashes me a smile when she sees me.

“I sent her out to feed the chickens,” Ma says. “They’ve been oddly enamored with her since she arrived, and I’d rather not get pecked by their disappointment.”

“Oh.” I snort softly. These past few days have been close to domestic bliss. Cian and Saoirse returned to the city to resume work, but I remained here with Evie as the mountain air seemed to be doing wonders for her recovery. We’ve eaten well, drunk well, and Evie has picked up a thing or two about life on a ranch.

Not horseback riding, though. That still escapes her.

“Is it too early for me to pry into what your plans are there?” Ma asks, setting the dish aside.

“My plans?”

“With that girl.” She tosses the tea towel at me with silent instructions to take over the drying.

“I don’t have plans.”

“You always have plans.”

“Not this time.”

“Cormac Aaron Gifford, you'd better not be stringing that girl along for some entertainment!”

The use of my full name makes sweat prickle across my shoulders as I quickly dry some glasses. “That’s not it, Ma.”

“It better not be.”

“I just mean… I don’t have a plan because she’s unexpected. She was a witness and then she was just suddenly…” Words fail me, and I resort to a silent shrug until Ma pokes me hard in the arm. “I couldn’t stop thinking about her, and then I wanted to help her, and now she’s here.”

“Good heavens,” she murmurs. “To think our future rests with a man as dim as you.”

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