Page 58 of His Ringsend


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“Well, I did have one proposition, butcourtingwasnotwhat they were asking of me.” She tenses under my arm.

“Norah, did someone try to—” I can barely get the words out.

“No,” she quickly assures me. “We had been chatting in Temple Bar, flirting. He simply asked if I wanted to head to his place. I declined, and he left it at that. No harm done.”

I breathe a sigh of relief. “Smart bloke.”

When we reach the car, Norah turns to lean against the passenger door, crossing her arms over her chest. I don’t let my eyes linger too long on the V of her shirt.

“Don’t worry, Kennedy. No Irishman tickled my fancy while I was there.”

“That’s because you were in the wrong part of the country,” I tease. “All the good-looking ones, or just the one actually, lived away from Dublin. Had you met him, chances are your fancies wouldabsolutelyhave been tickled.”

To reiterate my point, I suddenly grab her waist and tickle her. She squeals and tries to twist away, but I band my arms around her, holding her firmly in place. Her laugh fills the parking lot. God, I love that sound. I keep tickling her until she cries out, “I surrender! No more! Please!”

Chuckling, I still my fingers but refuse to relinquish my hold on her. I keep one arm wrapped around her while I trail my free hand up her arm to her neck. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it. You set yourself up for that one, love.”

“Hmm. I suppose I did,” she muses, eyes sparkling as she looks up at me.

She unfolds her arms to slowly snake her palms up my chest to my shoulders, then down to my biceps. Her caress leaves a trail of fire in its wake. My grip tightens on her waist as I press into her, leaving no spacebetween our bodies. I wind my fingers into the hair at the base of her head, tilting her head to the side to pepper her neck with slow, feather-light kisses. She arches into me, letting out a soft moan that drowns out the noises around us and has me positively feral. I skim the tip of my nose from her shoulder to her earlobe, then flick my tongue just under it. Norah whimpers and moves her hands back to my chest, clutching my shirt in her fists.

“Eamon,” she gasps.

“Hmm?” I hum, moving to kiss and nip along her jaw.

A small voice in my head warns me to stop. We are in a public parking lot for God’s sake. And more importantly, I promised her that she was in control. But I can’t get enough of her touch and those noises she’s making.

“People are staring,” she whispers, gently pushing at my chest.

I let out a low growl, reluctantly removing my lips from her skin, and turn my head to the left to see a group of teenage boys openly staring and not so subtly adjusting themselves. I glare and take a step in their direction, just to scare them off. It works because they turn and flee.

“Little fuckers,” I say, turning back to Norah. “I can’t believe I stopped for a group of teenage wankers. This is the most action they’ll see for the rest of the year.”

Norah snorts in amusement, then erupts into a full laugh. Rubbing her hands over her face, she says, “Oh my god. I’m not sure if I should be embarrassed or angry. You probably ruined their fun.”

“Doubtful,” I grumble. “They’ll probably use that to get off later.”

Norah bursts into another fit of giggles. I don’t love the idea of them wanking off to an image of Norah, but maybe they can use this as their first lesson in how to properly love on a woman.

“I could have gone my entire life without the mental image of a bunch of teenage boys masturbating to the thought of you kissing me.” She laughs.

“Ach, it’s notmethey’re going to be thinking about. It will be you and those little noises you make,” I tease, enjoying the tinge of blush spreading across her cheeks. Grinning, I lean in to kiss her forehead. “Come on, love. Let’s get you home.”

Norah

“I’d like to walk you to your door,” Eamon says, pulling my hand to his lips to kiss my knuckles, “but I’m afraid I’d be sorely tempted to continue what we started in the parking lot.”

“Oh,” I breathe out then suck my bottom lip between my teeth, trying to conceal how disappointed I am.

Eamon’s hungry eyes zero in on my mouth. He exhales heavily, his breath brushing over my face. “So, I’m going to kiss you goodnight and watch you walk into your house. Then you’re going to text me once you’re safely inside with the doors locked.”

“Do I get a say in the matter?” I ask softly.

“Not tonight, love. I have to be up for practice sooner than I’d like, and you have an early class,” he reminds me. “And time with you, like that, is not something I want to rush.”

A rush of heat through my core has me pressing my thighs together. Had it not been for the snickering teenagers in the parking lot drawing my attention away from the feel of Eamon’s hot breath on my skin, I would have let him carry on for far longer than what’s acceptable in a public place. When I arched into him, I could feel his erection growing against my stomach. I expected it to trigger my fight-or-flight response, but all it did was turn me on. I wanted his mouth all over me, to feel his skin under my hands and my tongue. I’ve seen him without a shirt, but touching the masterpiece that is his body will be so much better than simply worshiping him with my eyes.

“Well,” I stammer, “when you put it that way.”