Page 15 of The Irish Rogue

Kennedi wanted to climb him! She was so desperate to feel every inch of him against her that she whimpered when he pulled back.

Thankfully, he pulled back only far enough to lift her up, pressing her back against the wall. And then he was inside her and…!

“Yes!” she cried out, arching into him, feeling her body stretch to take all of him into her depths. “Yes, don’t stop!”

Kennedi heard a growl, but couldn’t focus enough to tell where the sound came from. All she knew was that he was thrusting into her and sex had never felt like this! Every thrust was like a lightning bolt to her system. Every press of his erection into her brought her closer and closer to that miraculous climax. She was frantic with need, clawing at his back, tugging at his hair in her desperation to get even closer to him.

And then a stunning climax hit her and Kennedi cried out, her back arching, writhing against him. She didn’t know how he continued to stand with her in his arms, nor did she care. Her world narrowed until only pleasure remained.

Sean felt the rush of his climax hit him before he could control it. He was barely hanging onto her legs as he thrust into her harder and faster, the scent of her arousal urging him onward. Every inch of her felt as if she’d been made specifically for him, created to fit against him so perfectly that every part of their bodies were in tune.

And when his climax came, he felt as if his entire self was draining into her. Closing his eyes, he pounded harder and harder until…there was nothing left.

With the last ounce of his strength, he carried her over to the bed, her body draped across his. They collapsed onto the bed, laughing, their limbs still tangled.

Sean lifted up, looking down into her eyes. Her hair was a wild mess, her lips red and swollen from his kisses and she’d never looked more stunning.

Staring at her like this, his body hardened all over again. He couldn’t focus enough to control himself because every shift of her silky soft skin against his aroused him further until he was right back to his previously frantic state. He lowered his head, kissing her deeply while they were still intimately connected. And then he started thrusting again. It was slower this time. But still just as demanding. As he moved inside of her, he locked eyes with her, watching her expressions, needing to know exactly what turned her on, which angle of thrust brought her closer to that ultimate goal. The whimpers coming from the back of her throat were hot! And the way she pulled at his hair? Yeah, that was driving him wild! He wanted to tell her to pull harder, but he couldn’t manage words. Not like this. Maybe later, he could tell her how much he liked it when she pulled his hair, or when she dragged those sharp nails over his shoulders…but at the moment, he was too…yes!

“Sean!” she screamed, arching her back as he started to move faster. She gripped his shoulders and he wanted to tell her to dig those nails into his skin, but before he could, her body began convulsing with her newest climax and her nails dug in. That shoved him over the edge as well. He lowered his head, growling and nipping at her neck as his orgasm washed over him. He thought that maybe she came again when he bit on her neck, but he wasn’t sure.

Kennedi couldn’t move. She didn’t dare! Movement meant that the whole storm would start again and her body was too limp, too sated for another round.

“You okay?” he asked, pulling reluctantly out of her heat.

She hissed as he gazed down at her and she closed her legs, shocked at what they’d just done together. “I’m fine,” she whispered. But she wasn’t. Not fine. She wasn’t even close to being fine! She was…happy. And crazy. And not fine!

“You don’t look fine,” he commented, then lowered his head, pressing his lips to her bare shoulder.

The light touch of his lips tickled and she tried to stifle her reaction, not sure if he would appreciate laughter so soon after sex. But she couldn’t help it. When his teeth nipped at her earlobe, she gasped, then giggled again, trying to move out of reach.

“Not yet,” he snarled, pulling her in closer, pulling her back against his chest.

Kennedi felt his legs slide between hers and she pressed herself backwards, staring at him over her shoulder. Her hair tumbled around them, a complete mess.

“You’re absolutely beautiful,” he whispered to her.

Kennedi’s heart melted. She wasn’t in love with the man. That was impossible. They’d known each other for a day. But the man knew exactly what to say!

“You’re pretty nice yourself,” she replied, shifting so that she was facing him, running her fingers through her hair and wondering if it was as disheveled as it felt.

She felt his erection poking at her stomach, then looked up at him with amazement. “Again?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“What can I say?” he asked as his hands moved higher, cupping her breasts. He rolled her over and took a nipple into his mouth, nipping at it, then sucking at the tender tip. “You do it for me.”

She couldn’t deny that he did it for her as well. She’d never been particularly into sex. It had been fine in the past, but she’d never felt any driving need. Not like this.

“You’re intoxicating,” she murmured, purring as his thumb and forefinger pinched her nipple. She slapped a hand over his hand and he stopped, but she was unconsciously shifting her hips against his hard stomach, needing relief. Again!

When his fingers didn’t move, she opened her eyes and looked up at him. Then, with nervous fingers, she urged his thumb and forefinger to pinch her again. And gasped when she felt that jolt of lust right down to her core.

His fingers then found that bundle of nerves and started stroking her, lightly at first, but with his fingers pinching her nipple, she was nearly mindless for yet another release. Then he did something absolutely outrageous. He pinched her nipple and her nub at the same time. She instantly shattered, her body arching as she braced her hands against his shoulders for balance as her body convulsed with another mind-blowing climax.

She opened her eyes, trying to remember how to breathe, only to find herself flat on her back. He was looming over her and she felt him slide into her heat. There was no resistance. Not after two rounds…and three climaxes. Her body knew his now, embracing him as if they’d been doing this for years. Still, she convulsed, thrashing against him as he pounded into her over and over again.

When it was all over this time, his face buried against her neck, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and beamed, wondering if she’d ever be able to walk again.

Sean’s hand moved lower and she yelped, grabbing his wrist as she pulled his hand away. “No!” she laughed. “I can’t go again.”

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