Page 133 of Where We Bloom

“Sorry.” My hands fist in his shirt, yanking it over his head. “Won’t happen again.”

He laughs as I lift my hips off the countertop so he can pull my leggings and panties off, and then he squats, spreads my legs, and buries his face in my pussy, lapping at my core.

“Oh God.” I lean back on my elbows, unable to stay upright, and reach down with one hand to clutch his hair in my fist. “You’re so fucking good at that.”

I close my eyes and let my head fall back.

“Eyes on me, or I stop.”

My gaze flutters open and back to his, and then he licks me, from opening to clit, and every muscle in my body tightens.

“Connor.”

“You’re so bloody soaked, angel.”

“Billionaire.”

“Aye,a ghrá.What is it that you need?”

“You.”

“More specific.” I love it when his voice gets bossy and hard like this.

“Connor.” He pushes his tongue inside me, and I swear to all that’s holy, I’m going to explode.

“Tell me.”

“Please let me come. I need to come.”

He rubs his thumb over that bundle of nerves and fucks my opening with his tongue. I fall apart, my hipspushing, circling, as I ride wave after wave, then Connor’s kissing the inside of my thighs and up my hip to my stomach. As his teeth close around my nipple, I feel him nudge his pants down before the crown of his cock is pressed to my opening, and he slides his mouth to mine with a groan.

“You’re so ready for me.”

“Yes,” I whisper against his lips.

“Is that what you need,mo rúnsearc? Do you need my cock inside you?”

“Please.” My nails dig into his shoulders, and with a satisfied grin on that impossibly handsome face, he slams into me and doesn’t stop to wait for me to adjust to his size.

He pounds in and out, hands gripping my hips so hard, I’m bound to have bruises from his fingertips later, and Ican’t wait.

His face is mere inches from mine, and he’s murmuring words in Gaelic that I don’t understand, but they’re so beautiful, they embed themselves right into my heart.

“Mine,” he finally growls in English, biting me just under my ear. “You’re mine, Billie. Every gorgeous piece of you. Inside and out.”

“Yours,” I confirm, hitching my legs higher on his hips. “Always yours.”

He pushes twice more, then grinds against me, filling me so completely and hitting my clitjust sountil we’re both rushing into oblivion together. He fucks me through his climax. Breathing hard, he braces himself onthe counter on either side of my hips and nibbles the crook of my neck, sending more shivers through me, making me tighten around him again.

“Christ, I love you.” He shakes his head and kisses my forehead. “Every glorious inch of you.”

“I love you too, billionaire.” I grin at him, then cringe when he pulls out of me, and we make a mess of the kitchen floor. “I’ll clean that up.”

“I have housekeepers,” he reminds me.

“Oh, hell no. I’m not leaving that for a housekeeper.” I push on his chest and reach for the paper towels, but he scoops me up, tucked under his arm, and carries me out of the room. “Connor!”

“I’ll take care of it before they get here,” he says. “But right now, I want you back in our bed.”

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