Page 28 of Wild Irish

A nervous energy races through me.

It’s crazy and wild, and so like nothing I’ve ever done before.

“Ye’re so fucking beautiful, Delaney.” His deep brogue rolls across my flesh, and with the combination of his touch, I can feel the liquid heat between my legs.

I breathe in deeply, trembling as he moves closer. My back is pressing against the cool tile, and the length of his erection pressing into my belly. My core clenches in anticipation.

“Cillian.” I love the sound of his name on my lips.

My head falls back as his teeth rake across my shoulder. His hands roam over my back, cupping my ass, then trail across my hips and stomach, up to my breasts, playing and teasing the nipples.

The sensation is almost too much, but I want more. I want all of him.

His hands slide to my ass again, lifting me.

I wrap my legs around his narrow waist, and I feel the head of his cock against my pussy. I moan against his lips, squirming against him, needing to feel the full length of him inside me.

His lips are on my shoulder, my collarbone, my neck, his tongue stroking the sensitive skin as his hand moves between us and his fingers find my clit.

A thin cry of pleasure escapes my throat.

So good.

Every erogenous zone in my body vibrates with pleasure.

“My God, Delaney.” His voice is a rough growl against my lips as he kisses me again, harder, more demanding.

He strokes my clit and I fight to breathe through the incredible sensations. A tsunami of emotions and erotic pleasure roll through me.

His hand braces against the wall, while his other tightens on my hip. He places his forehead against mine and breathes out harshly.

“I need to get ye into bed before I fuck ye right here.”

I moan, wrapping my arms around his neck as he turns off the water and carries me, my legs wrapped around his hips, arms around his neck, to the bedroom.

A shiver races through me as my back hits the cool mattress.

“Are ye cold?” He crawls over me, spreading my thighs with his knee, mouth and hands kissing, touching, warming every part of me from the inside out.

“No.” The word comes out as a whimper as his tongue flicks out over my nipple, circling it, before drawing it into the heat of his mouth.

I barely know the man, and yet my body is responding to him in ways I’ve never experienced. In my head, I know it’s just lust that connects us. But it’s more intense than any emotion I’ve ever felt.

Just sex, I remind myself.

Maybe it’s good I’ll be leaving soon. Because I know how easy it’ll be to confuse it for something else. Something neither of us are able to handle.

Chapter 10

Cillian

She looks fuckinggorgeous spread out on my bed.

I trail my hand down her inner thigh, spreading her legs wider, and moving between them.

“Damn, ye’re hot,” I murmur, kissing a trail down her breasts, her stomach, licking and tasting her soft, perfect flesh.

Her whimper fills the room as my tongue swipes through her slit, then circles her clit. Her fingers tangle in my hair, and she arches to meet my tongue. She trembles as I lick her again, teasing her clit with my thumb.

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