Page 60 of The Irish Redemption

“You did all this for me?” she asks between bites of cracker and camembert.

“Life’s about embracing the little things,” I say, popping a tomato in my mouth. “Plus, you deserve it.”

“Wow. Mr. Scary Killer Mafia Man has a soft, romantic heart involving horse riding and picnics. Whatever must your enemies think?” Evelyn teases, rolling her eyes slightly. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say there’s two different people in that head of yours.”

“It’s not like that, Evie,” I reply, catching the way she blushes slightly at the nickname. “The city makes us hard. You have to do what you have to do, and my mother’s legacy is important. But I won’t forget what I enjoy in life. Besides…” Brushing crumbs from my leg, I move closer to her on the blanket. “This is all for your benefit.”

“Mine?” Evelyn lifts one brow. “What did I do?”

“You need rest, and there’s nothing better than the air of real nature to get you back to a hundred percent.”

“I’m already a hundred percent,” Evelyn teases with a smirk, and she cups my face with one soft hand. “That private jet did wonders.”

“Is that all it takes?” Closer and closer we get. “Some luxury and your batteries are recharged?”

“If I were at home right now, I’d be eating four-day-old corn out of a can and pretending it was popped.” She groans. “Trust me, luxury is healing.”

“What about this?” I close the last inch and kiss her gently. “Is this healing?”

Evelyn glances away in exaggerated thought and hums. “I don’t know, I might need a bigger sample.”

Another kiss and she winds an arm around my neck, drawing me in. Ifollow the movement, and each kiss gently pushes her down flat onto the blanket. “How about now?”

“Jury’s still out,” she murmurs against my lips. She runs her fingers through the shorter hairs at the nape of my neck, sending shivers down my spine, and when she moans, my heart skips a beat.

“Well, the jury can take all the time it needs. I’m not finished. You should look in the bag.” I break away from kissing her lips and move down to the warm juncture of her neck. I lavish her pulse point in soft bites and gentle kisses, and Evelyn hums softly as she reaches for my nearly empty bag and rummages around for the last treat inside.

When she finds it, she gasps and pushes at my shoulder. “You didn’t…”

I pull back and smirk. “Too intimidating for you?”

Evelyn’s eyes narrow and she pulls out one of the toys I brought with us. It’s a coral-blue clitoral stimulator. Holding the box up, she taps the edge. “Do I want to know where you got this?”

“You really should have looked deeper around the jet,” I reply, kissing across her collarbone. “I have a whole collection.”

“Wow.” Evelyn laughs. “Are you a bit of a slut, Mr. Gifford?”

I pause my kissing and lift myself over her, bracing on one arm. “Why, are you a bit of a prude, Miss Morris?”

Evie’s eyes twinkle up at me and she pops the tab on the box. “Not at all.”

“Excellent.”

We dissolve into deeper kisses this time after removing the toy from the box. My entire focus becomes Evie and everything else melts away. I let my mouth lead, mapping a path over her body and slowly removing her clothing, allowing me to kiss over her breasts, suckle on her nipples, and gently kiss the freshly healing scar beneath her ribs.

Each kiss draws a breathless noise of joy from Evie. Her hands fist in my hair, caress my jaw, and even vanish to clutch at the blanket as I make my way lower and lower. Her pants come off swiftly and her underwear joins the heap until she’s a gorgeous, writhing, naked beauty in front of me. A blush creeps over her abdomen, sweeping her ribs in the moments I just admire her, and when our eyes meet, she smiles almost shyly.

“What?” Evie asks, and she shifts as if to cover herself up.

I catch her thighs in my hands and immediately spread her legs wide, pinning them lightly to the blanket so I can gaze down and admire her glistening pussy. “You’re beautiful.”

“Don’t—” Her hands shoot to her face. “You’re gonna make me explode.”

“Why?” I ask softly. “Can’t handle a compliment?”

“No…”

“Is it because I’m admiring you? That you’re completely naked and I can hold you like this and see how wet your pussy is? Or is it that I’ve got you on display and I can feel that you’re not even resisting me?”

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