Page 67 of Since We're Here
There are so many things I should be doing and thinking about besides this woman, but right now, I don’t care about any of them.
She follows me down the dark hallway and I stop in the spot where she asked me to kiss her that first night. She knows exactly what to do and presses her back against the wall, pulling me against her.
“Kiss me?” she says.
I crash my lips into hers and pull her hips roughly against mine for a beat, reaching down to slide my hand up her inner thigh, swiping between her legs just once, feeling how much she wants me.
“Anyone can see,” she whispers.
“Let them.”
“Patrick . . .”
“Office. Now.”
We part for a second and I follow her into the pub office, shutting and locking the door behind us.
“What if Declan needs to get in here?”
“I don’t want to hear another man’s name out of your mouth while I’m doing this to you.” I back her up until she bumps into the desk.
“Doing what?”
I pull her dress up and slide my finger back and forth over the thin, soaking fabric of her underwear.
“This. And you’re already wet for me, Madison.”
“Oh.” She leans her head back and breathes hard, arching her back so her breasts spill out of the top of her dress.
I slide a finger over her, gliding it back and forth, feeling her move against my hand. I unzip my jeans and tug my boxers down until my cock is free. I slip a second finger into her and pump them slowly inside her, rubbing my thumb on her clit as she moans against me.
“Say my name, Maddie.” I run a hand over myself. “Say it.”
“Patrick,” she manages and groans.
I tug her underwear down roughly and pick her up, sitting her bare arse on the desk and knocking over whatever’s in the way. Papers go flying. A laptop slides across the table and a glass of water precariously shifts next to it.
“Open your legs.” And she does. I rip a condom wrapper open with my teeth, sliding it onto my cock as fast as possible. “Come here.” I use two hands to pull her hips toward me and bury myself inside her.
She opens her eyes and looks at me, and for a second, there’s so much there. It’s not just lust. It’s more. So much more that my heart aches and I feel the most vulnerable I’ve ever felt in my life.
And in her eyes, there’s hope. Trust. Vulnerability of her own.
This isn’t just sex.
“Jaysus, Maddie.” There’s so much I want to say. “I love... the feel of you.”
Her soft look blinks away, and the only thing left is raw need.
“Me too. Now do it harder,” she gasps, wrapping her arms around my neck and crashing her lips on mine.
There is nowhere I’d rather be in the entire world than with Maddie Hart in the tiny, dark office of O’Brien’s.
What is this spell this woman has cast over me? I’m overthinking this. I must be. Kissing her, our tongues are rough in each other’s mouths. I feel like I’m drunk, but I’m not.
I’m overwhelmed. I want nothing but to be with her, but deep down I know it won’t last—it can’t last, and I need to focus. My family are the only people worth investing so much time and energy in. I know that. I know I’m not someone any woman can get close to. Not close enough to last, anyway.
But for now—feck it.
