Page 147 of Where We Bloom

“We’re not staying the night,” he says as he folds me into his arms. “But we’re going to have a nap date.”

I jerk back, staring up at him. “You remembered.”

His thumb glides over my bottom lip. “I remember everything,mo rúnsearc.I’m going to get you naked, and we’re going to climb into that bed and sleep, skin-on-skin, for a couple of hours.”

“Holy shit, I love you.”

His smile is a mile wide as he tucks my hair behind my ear and kisses me sweetly. “Other things might happen since nakedness will be involved.”

I lift an eyebrow. “Really? What sort of things?”

I know exactly what he’ll do.Butflirting is fun.

Slowly, he leads me to the king-sized bed in the bedroom and squats before me, helping me out of my sandals. Then he grips the hem of my dress, and as he stands, he pulls it up my body and over my head. I’m left standing in a black thong and strapless bra.

“Christ,” he whispers, taking me in. “There’s nothing more beautiful than you, angel.”

With a soft smile, I help him out of his clothes, and once we’re both bare, we climb into the bed and he pulls me to him. We’re lying on our sides, facing each other. He has one arm under my head and the other wrapped around my back, and I lift my leg to hitch it up over his hip, hugging him closer.

“Thank you for today,” I whisper, loving the intimate quiet surrounding us. “For every single thing.”

“You’re welcome.” His fingertips dance up and down my spine in long, lazy strokes, sending goose bumps over my skin. I’m so turned on, lying here like this, our mouths mere inches apart, being held by this strong, incredible man.

“Before we sleep …” I reach between us and guide his hard cock to my opening, and he slowly, so slowly, pushes inside me. “Yes.”

“Is this what you need,a ghrá?”

“Always.” He nibbles at the corner of my mouth, making me clench around him. “You always feel so damn good, billionaire.”

“My angel,” he whispers, moving so deliciously slow, I can’t help but whimper. “My love.”

“Connor.”

“That’s right,mo chroi.” God, I love the Irish words. And his fingers move back and forth on my clit in the most delectable way, ensuring that I won’t last long. “Come on my cock. Take what you need from me, birthday girl.”

“Oh, Jesus.” My leg tightens, pulling him so damn close, and I can’t hold back the climax that works through me in delicious waves, tugging him with me.

“Love you,mo chroi,” he says, peppering me with kisses. He holds me so tightly, his hands soothing me.

I love the way he touches me.

As if I’m a treasure. Something precious he can’t live without.

“I love you so much it almost scares me,” I admit softly, and he wraps his arms tightly around me.

“There’s no need to be scared. I’m right here. And I’m never going anywhere without you.”

He murmurs more words of love, of reassurance, until I fall blissfully asleep.

I highly recommend nap dates. Especially when they’re accompanied by hot, intense sex.

And a gorgeous-as-hell Irishman.

“This was fun,” I say into the mic as we near our home in Bitterroot Valley. “Thanks for today.”

“You’re more than welcome, bumble,” Connor says in my ear, and he squeezes my shoulder.

The sun isn’t quite ready to go down yet, and when we near the house, I see a bunch of cars parked out front.

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