Page 45 of Taming Irish

Chapter 12

Shane

Ican feelmy entire body tightening at the breaking point. The completely absorbed look in Makena’s eyes, and the way her soft lips part in rapture, enflames the pleasure racing through me. And when she cries out, her pussy tightening around my cock as her orgasm claims her, I can’t hold anylonger.

Her fingers dig into my biceps, and her back arches to meet my final thrust. A storm of sensation explodes within me, and I come harder than I ever have before. Deep, hot spurts that don’t seem toend.

“My God, Makena,” I breath against her ear, when the waves of pleasure slowlydissipate.

I don’t want tomove.

Can’t.

I can feel her quick, uneven breaths against my shoulders, and the last reflexes of her orgasm squeezing around my still hardcock.

Shifting onto my elbows, I glance down at her, overwhelmed by the emotions that stir inside ofme.

Shit. Not good, Hayes,my brainwarns.

I give her a small smile, then start tomove.

Makena watches me as I roll out of bed, discarding the condom into the fire. But I keep my gaze averted, because I know if I turn back to her, I’ll see it again, the one thing I’ve avoided my whole damn life – afuture.

I drag my hands through my hair and try to get the image of her face as we came together out of my head. Because, in that moment, it wasn’t just sex. Every goddamn part of me was there, open, exposed,raw.

Never in my life have I felt anything so…overwhelming.

The bed squeaks behindme.

“Are you okay?” Makena askssoftly.

Shit. It should be me asking her thatquestion.

But I’m not. I’m the furthest thing from okay. I’m one hundred percent fucked. Because I know I’ve just broken my one and only rule. I let my emotions getinvolved.

“Ye must be starving,” I say, taking the basket and placing it on the bed beside her, the sheets pulled up over her chest, her eyes now watching mewarily.

“Abit.”

I pull out one of the parchment wrapped sandwiches and hand it to her, as well as a bottle of water, then grab one of each formyself.

She picks at the sandwich, her eyes downcast, and I know if I don’t say something quickly, I’m going to fuck this whole thingup.

Forcing a lazy grin on my face, I lean back and drag my knuckles down her barearm.

“Are yecold?”

She glances up at me and shakes her head. “No. I’mfine.”

Bullshit. Even in the dim light I can see the insecurities that begin to surface in her eyes. Insecurities that weren’t there a few minutesago.

I’m not good at this. The after-sex stuff. Normally, I’d have my clothes on and be out the door. It’s what the women I’m usually with expect. No small talk. No cuddling. No talk aboutfeelings.

But hell, I know that’s what she needs rightnow.

Roughing a hand over my face, I shift on the bed and take her half-eaten sandwich from her, placing it in the basket and setting it on thefloor.

“It’s still raining.” I crawl beside her and lean against the old wooden headboard, reaching one arm out for her to join me. “Looks like we’re stuck here for abit.”

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