Page 73 of Pints & Potions

“I think you fecking know,” he growled.

He claimed her mouth—mainly because he had to. Her kisses drugged his mind, heated his body, and had him clinging to her like a drowning man to a life raft.

Thiswas all he’d ever dreamed about; a woman who loved and desired him beyond reason—and she did. Even had she never admitted her feelings, Cian felt it in Piper’s desperate response and her inability to let him go.

When they paused to gulp ragged breaths, he pressed his forehead to hers and breathed her in. “I love you, Piper. I think I have from the moment you spit your drink in my face. And when you threw rocks at me on the cliff, I knew you were a warrior woman.Mywarrior woman.” He paused to kiss her again. “I won’t lie and say all this doesn’t terrify me or that I didn’t pretend it was only physical between us, but I’ll trust you not to break my poor wee heart the way Moira did.”

“One day, you can tell me the circumstances surrounding her betrayal, but whatever it was, I promise I won’t do the same thing. I love you, Cian.” Her tender reverence as she traced his jawline caused his heart to hiccup. “I’m willing to give us our all, if you are.” Her eyes widened at his prolonged silence. “Please say you are,” she whispered.

“Yeah,” he replied gruffly, right before he gripped her hair in his fist, gave it a light tug, and lowered his mouth to within a mere inch of hers. He pressed his arousal against her and grinned “I’m as willing as a man can be, darlin’.”

Her fingers outlined his erection through his jeans. “I can feel your willingness,” she quipped.

“Don’t be fondling me lucky charms!”

“Why?” A sinful smile curled her lips and the last dregs of Cian’s blood surged into his dick. He couldn’t answer her if he wanted to, because all his concentration was now below the belt. When she unzipped his pants and gave him a rub, he groaned. “I think sex with you is going to bemagically delicious, Cian O’Malley.”

He barked out a laugh at her sauciness. “Am I going to see green clovers, pink hearts, orange stars, and those yellow moons?” he countered.

She paused in her ministrations to frown up at him. “How long has it been since you’ve eaten Lucky Charms?”

“Never?” He hissed out a breath when she abruptly released him and stepped back.

“What?This relationship is doomed. I just can’t talk to you.”

“Don’t ya be torturing me, woman! In this house, we finish what we start.” Cian reached for her hand and shoved it back down the front of his jeans. “I’ll eat those fecking things once a day and twice on Sunday if you don’t stop.”

She broke down in a fit of giggles, and Cian laughed, helpless against her amusement.

“Your face was priceless,” she crowed.

He cupped her breast through her shirt. “I imagine it was. Now wiggle your fingers and lock the door, why don’t ya? I’m cravingyourlucky charms.”

Piper impatiently brushed his hands aside and lifted her top over her head.

Despite Cian’s skill at removing female underclothes, his hands shook as he unfastened her bra.

Her blazing-hot skin reacted to the cool air, and her nipples hardened in response.

He paused to take in the entrancing sight and breathed in at the beauty before him. “Hello, lovelies. I’ve waited a lifetime to see you.”

Piper’s trill of laughter triggered his grin.

“A week, Cian. You’ve waited aweek.”

“We can discuss why time runs differently for you and me…after.” He curled his hands around her breasts, weighing and relishing the feel of them. The brush of his thumbs across the tight buds elicited her soft moan. Ducking his head, he captured one tip in his mouth.

Her fingers curled against the back of his head and she tugged him back with a fistful of his hair. “Does that mean you’re jackrabbit fast in bed?”

Too fascinated by the way the low light caught and highlighted the glistening tip of her left breast, he didn’t immediately process what she’d said. When he did, he glared up at her.

“I’m highly offended you’d believe something so foul of me. Just for that, you’re getting three orgasms before I get me lucky charms off.”

She giggled as he toppled her onto the sofa, and he smothered his own laughter against the silky-smooth skin of her throat.

The friction their laughter caused, registered mightily with his dick, and his eyes practically rolled back to greet his brain from pleasure of chest on chest. She opened her thighs wider, arched her hips, and rubbed the length of his erection.

“Oh, please no! Not three orgasms,” she cried with blatant insincerity; the back of one hand pressed to her forehead.

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