Page 80 of Three Irish Kings
I breathe her in, and her scent mixed with mine on the shirt makes my head spin more than the wine.
“I don’t have an answer for that.”
“You’re smart, you know? You don’t have to do everything Liam says.”
“Liam’s my brother. And whatever happens, I’m loyal to him. I have his back.” My tone is tense, and I want to throw her off my lap, lash out at her, put her in her place, remind her who she is and that she is stuck here with us for as long as we want her here.
But the feel of her bare skin beneath my palms is intoxicating, so I just stay put and skim my hands over her skin, hoping this conversation is now over.
She wiggles on my lap, grinding down against my half-hard erection.
I groan. “Isla.”
“Cillian.” Her tone is breathless and teasing.
“Are you trying to seduce me?”
“Is it working?”
Fuck.
“Aye.”
She kisses me, hard and hungry, and I explore her warm mouth with my tongue, thrusting lazily up beneath her, the heat of her sex seeping through my sweats.
Isla pulls away only long enough to pull her shirt off, and mine too, her hands spreading across my bare chest.
“All these scars,” she murmurs, and traces her fingernail over a bullet hole in my right shoulder.
“I told you what kind of man I am.”
“Yeah,” she says, still breathless, her hazel eyes locked on mine. “And I’m not complaining.”
I should be thinking about Liam, about Dare, how much they would hate this, but right now, my best friend and my brother are way too far from my thoughts.
I reach forward, cupping her breasts in my hands, rolling my thumbs across her peaked nipples, squeezing them enough to hurt just enough that it will enhance her pleasure.
She moans, grinding her hips like a dancer.
I let a low groan out of my chest.
Her fingers are nimble at my waistband, reaching inside to free me, pumping my length as she licks her lips, watching my face.
She doesn’t bother to stand up and take off her shorts, just shoving the crotch to the side, guiding me inside her with one hand.
She’s warm and so slick my breath catches in my throat. So wet, and all from a little heavy petting?
God, she’s sensitive.
Wantonly, she rolls her hips to meet mine. “Fuck me.”
My body responds in kind, my cock aching as I thrust up into her, moving my hands from her breasts to her hips, holding her, fucking into her, claiming her as mine.
Her breasts bounce in my face, and I nip at one of her nipples hard enough that she’ll still feel it in a few hours, eliciting a cry followed by a moan from Isla.
She likes it rough, likes it to hurt a little, and I’m more than willing to give her what she needs.
“Oh, Cillian. Cillian, I’m going to come, don’t stop.”
