Page 19 of Tempting Irish
I deepen the kiss, shifting to straddle him as my fingers curl in his hairdesperately.
His lips are soft, gentle—a contrast to his rough breath, and the way his strong hands roam down my back lifting me so that I can feel the hard length of his erection pressing against my belly through the fabric of hisjeans.
My head is spinning as I intensify the kiss. Mouth desperate, as I arch against him, liquid heat pooling in mycore.
I fight between the desire to run my hands over his bare chest, shoulders, and back, keeping my fingers locked in his hair. He makes the choice for me, flipping me on my back in the center of the bed, the movement making me lose mygrip.
His hand skirts under my tank top, palming my breast, his thumb circling my already painfully tight nipple, as he moves between mythighs.
His intense gaze locks on me, and my belly does one of those fluttering things when I see the primal, animal-like look there. I could get lost in him, in the storm gray eyes that threaten to devourme.
Sparks race across my skin as Owen’s fingers tease across the bare flesh at my hip. I clutch at him, digging my fingers into his back, my body aching formore.
I know I’ll regretthis.
Thelie.
Thelust.
The caving to my own primalneed.
But, right now, I don’t care. Because this is so much more than just a childish crush. It’s a claiming of everything Ilost.
Even if it’s just for onenight.
I can’t stand the thought of losing him again, but worse is the thought of never havinghim.
“Owen.” His name is a plea on my lips when his fingers slide beneath my panties, palming my hotsex.
“My God, Bree,” he growls into my ear. “So fucking wet forme.”
I whimper at his words, a shudder escaping me as his thumb rests against myclit.
How many times had I dreamed aboutthis?
So. Much.Better.
A haze of desire and lust surrounds us. His mouth finds one nipple, and I swear I nearly come from the way his tongue licks and swirls, before giving a soft little tug with teeth. Heated, callused palms graze my skin. Goosebumps flash across my flesh, and I swallow the thick knot that’s formed in mythroat.
Exposed.
Vulnerable.
Two things I hate being. But with him, right now, I wanted tobe.
Shamelessly, I arch towards him, running my hands down his back until I find the waist of hisjeans.
“Off,” I beg through awhimper.
He chuckles, ready to comply, when his phone starts buzzing in his pocket and he mutters a curse. Pulling it out, he frowns and gives a shake of his head before turning it off and tossing it on the table beside the bed. But, a few seconds later, the room phone startsringing.
“Bloody fecking hell,” Owen growls, reaching out and answering it. “What?”
