Page 6 of The Twins
“I know,” I growled and stared into her face. We were playing with fire doing this here, but I didn’t care. “Be quick.”
“I will…don’t stop…oh fuck…what am I doing?”
I tensed my hold on her and spoke onto her lips again. “You’re not doing anything, it’s me. I’m the guilty one. You’re just standing there.”
“Your Irish logic…is fucked up.” She looped one arm around my neck. She was hanging on to me, her body pliant.
“It’s always worked in the past, my Irish logic.”
“Oh yeah.” Her eyes fluttered closed. “It’s working now…whatever it is…that’s it just there…fuck…”
I smiled and watched her enraptured expression as she concentrated on her building orgasm.
Her responsiveness was a turn-on. This was just the first of many orgasms she’d have with me, and likely just as many with Cillian if she was up for being shared.
“I…I can’t stand up for this…”
“I’ve got you.”
“No.” Her eyes opened. “I’ve never been able to stand up and come…I just…it’s not something I can do.”
“I’ve got you. Let go, you won’t fall.” I wrapped my free arm tighter around her waist and used the wall to grip her vise-like. “Come, you’re so fucking beautiful. I want to watch you come.”
She groaned and closed her eyes again, her head falling back and a shard of light from the window once again grazing her pretty face.
For a moment she reminded me of an angel, but then she clasped my ear in a hard grip and bucked her hips. “I’m coming…oh, in the name of…fucking…fuck…yes. Yes!”
I clamped my mouth to hers while she writhed through an intense climax that did take her legs from under her. Luckily, I held her safely, and her cry of pleasure was caught in my mouth, the sound muffled to any passing ears.
I stayed with her, working her clit as she trembled and shook and then dropped her head to the crook of my neck.
“You okay?” I asked.
She wriggled, and I pulled my hand from her pants.
“Rebecca. Are you okay?”
She set her leg on the floor and let her arms fall to her sides. Her robe fell back into position. “That was…”
“Fucking awesome?” I raised my eyebrows.
“Risky and irresponsible, illegal, probably, in a courthouse, and if not, then highly inappropriate.”
“But who is to know? There’s no evidence when a woman comes.” I sniffed my fingers. “Well, maybe a bit.”
She swatted my shoulder. “We have to get out of here.Ihave to get out of here. They could call for me to get back into court at any moment.”
“Yeah, you’re right but…”
“But what?” She stooped and plucked her wig and notes from the floor. She set the wig back on her head; it was a little askew.
“I haven’t asked you what I came here to ask you.”
“Which is?” She held her notes to her chest like a barrier between us.
I didn’t like that and I frowned.
“Finn Sullivan, spit it out.”
