Page 59 of Fall for Me

It was the most words I think I’d heard him speak all at once like that.

“You wanted it too,” I whispered.

Last chance, Seamus. Last chance to walk away from me.

But he didn’t walk away. He turned around, and when his eyes met mine, my breath left me.

He strode toward me then, each step sending my pulse skyrocketing. I was shaking, my heart was beating so fast.

Seamus brought his hand to my jaw, his thumb to my mouth, brushing the rough pad of it across my bottom lip, just like I’d imagined only a moment ago.

Electricity sparked down my neck from his touch, making me almost shudder.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Chelsea.” Then his mouth landed on mine with an urgency that sent everything scorching inside me. The intensity of his touch made everything burn into a blurred background, leaving only us, rising up. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck, clinging to him before I lost my footing. His tongue slipped past my lips, and when it met mine, that electricity rocketed through my whole body, making me reel.

But it was like he felt that same shock—his whole body coiled tight against mine and he groaned as if in pain against me.

I arched my back, pressing my breasts into his chest as his forearm across my lower back, bringing me closer to him.

When he broke the kiss, his eyes burned into mine.

I’d do anything he asked right now.

Anything.

But he looked away, as if struggling against himself.

“I’m sorry,” I said, my chest heaving. I released the hold I had around his neck, letting my hands slide down his chest. I needed to back away. “I shouldn’t have—”

But Seamus locked his eyes back on mine. He shook his head, gripping my wrists, pulling my arms back up around his neck again. “Stay there.” It wasn’t a request. It was a command.

Heat slipped low, rushing between my legs.

Then Seamus’s thick forearms slipped under my ass, hoisting me up off the floor. He pressed his lips against mine once more, sending pure, deep, liquid desire rolling through me. He turned us around, slamming my back up against the door. It rattled on its hinges.

“Are you okay?” he managed, and when I nodded, he buried his face in my neck, trailing kisses down my throat and against my collar. “Chelsea… fuck, Chelsea.”

Waves of pleasure rolled through me. I honestly didn’t know if I was okay. Physically, yes. I liked it like this. Loved it like this. I lifted my chin to accommodate him, moaning as he grazed his teeth softly against my shoulder.

A deep sound came out of him, rolling and heavy with need. It was my name, lower now, deeper, as if coming from somewhere he had no control over. He drove his hips into me, rocking me against the door. I felt him hard against me.

Huge against me.

When he looked up, his expression looked almost pained.

I realized my eyes had gone wide. It was just the angle that made him feel that big against me, that was all. But he looked concerned.

“I’m okay,” I whispered.

I squeezed my legs around him to show him. “I’m not scared of you,” I said. I wasn’t. Need flooded into my center. I was already wet.

“You scare the fuck out of me, Chelsea.” He ground into me. “But I want to walk right into the fire.”

Heat surged once more, and I knew if we didn’t have clothes between us that he’d be driving himself into me, right here. It would be hard and fast and dirty, and the thought nearly sent me over the edge.

But it also pulled me back. What was I doing? The tiniest hook of panic tugged at me. But with each kiss from Seamus, each press of his need against me, it grew. Suddenly I felt as if I was split right down the middle. Half of me was wild, gone with need. The other half—that was spinning. Clinging to a future I’d never reach if I did this right now.

“Seamus,” I said. “Stop. We can’t…”

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