Norah narrows her eyes at me before grabbing both sides of my face and devouring my mouth, sucking my tongue between her teeth and nipping my bottom lip. Growling, I stand up, hands cupping her round arse and she wraps her legs around me tightly. I stalk towards her bedroom and, once inside, I gently slide her down my body until her feet touch the floor. I pull back to gauge her mental state, not wanting to push this any further if she’s not ready. But what I see there isn’t fear. It’s passion and trust. She’s trusting me with her body, and I plan to worship it like she deserves.
Norah
I’m panting as my body burns for the man standing in front of me. Something about his words broke down the last of my defenses, and I want to show him exactly how I feel. So I move a hand behind my back, unhook my bra, and let it slip from my arms to the floor.
“Christ Almighty,” Eamon breathes reverently.
He lifts a slightly trembling hand to trail his fingers from my collarbone down to the swell of my right breast before gently cupping it. When he brushes the calloused pad of his thumb over my nipple, goosebumps break out over my skin as molten lava descends to the apex of my thighs. I moan in response and my body arches into the touch rather than freezing in fear.
He closes what little space is between us. “We’ll go slow,” he whispers against my mouth. “And if at any point you want to stop, just tell me and I will.”
My heart is pounding so hard that I can barely hear myself think, but I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that he means every word he just said. I loop my arms around his neck and nod before saying, “Now stop talking and kiss me.”
Eamon doesn’t waste a second claiming my mouth again. His hands skim down my sides, over my hips, then grip the back of my thighs before scooping me up again and carrying me to the bed. Laying me down gently, his lips roam from my mouth to my neck, kissing and nipping as he makes his way lower. He takes my nipple into his mouth and rolls it gently between his teeth before tracing it with his tongue.
“Oh God…” I gasp, spearing my fingers into his hair.
Laughing softly against my skin, he moves to the other nipple, repeating the same motions. My body is writhing beneath his, and when he sinks further down my torso, my breath hitches in my throat.
Eamon lifts his head at the sound, “Do you want me to stop?”
I huff a laugh. “Don’t you fucking dare.” He sits back on his legs, and Iwhine, propping myself up on my elbows, “I saidnotto stop. What are you doing?”
Raising a brow, he slides his hand down the valley between my breasts and lower until he reaches the waistband of my jeans. His beautiful mouth tilts into a smirk as he pops the button and tugs the zipper down.
“Oh,” I breathe out.
Slowly, almost tortuously, he peels my jeans off and tosses them on the floor. His gaze pores over every inch of me like a blind man seeing light for the first time, and he bites his lower lip before finding my eyes with his.
“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he whispers longingly before dipping back down to kiss my stomach.
Lazily, he travels farther and farther south. The closer he gets to my core, the more I squirm. I’m overwhelmed by the sensation of the scruff of his beard on my body, but that’s nothing compared to the way his tongue traces the skin just above my panties. My hips buck slightly at the contact, and I whimper for more.
“I’m taking these off now, love,” he says, raising his eyes to mine before hooking his fingers through the sides and pulling.
When they reach my knees, he stands to slide them all the way off, then grabs my left foot and begins planting kisses from my ankle to my inner thigh, my heart thundering as he inches closer and closer to my center. He’s almost where I want him most when he stops and switches to the other foot. I groan in frustration.
“You’re killing me here,” I whine, never taking my eyes off him. The way his muscles bunch with every movement is mesmerizing.
Grinning, he says, “Good things come to those who wait, lass.” Then he runs a hand over my hip bone, towards my chest, pressing gently. “Now lay back and let me show you.”
Is it possible to combust just by listening to his deep brogue? Everything about this man drives me crazy in the best ways. I always thought the first time I slept with someone, consensually, I’d be terrified and have a panic attack, but there’s no room for fear while Eamon is touching me. I am, however, feeling quite impatient as his breath fans over me. I run myfingers into his dark hair to direct him where I need him, but I don’t get the chance.
“Oh my—fuck,” I cry out when his tongue finally tastes me.
My hands fist tightly in his hair, making him grunt, but he doesn’t stop. If anything, he goes deeper. Reaching under me to lift my hips, he brings me closer to his mouth than I thought possible. Each stroke of his tongue is deliberate as if he’s savoring me. When he flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue before latching on and sucking gently, the sound that comes out of me is more animal than human. I’m hanging on the precipice of release when I feel him ease a finger inside me, then another, carefully stretching my inner walls. He plunges them in and out in a steady rhythm, bringing me closer and closer until I’m moaning louder and louder. Rotating his wrist, he curls a finger forward, brushing that elusive spot, and I shatter. Mind-blowing pleasure courses through me, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. He doesn’t stop while I ride out my high and drift back to earth.
When my body stops shaking, he kisses and licks his way back up to my throat, where he presses his lips gently. I grip his face and bring his mouth to mine in a slow kiss that conveys all of the emotions I can’t put into words. My hand drifts down his chest, wedging between us to unbutton his jeans and he pulls back to look at me, silently asking, once again, if this is what I want. I answer by sliding my hand into his boxers and wrapping my hand around his cock. He jerks and lets out a husky laugh that makes me preen with satisfaction. Before I can do more, he’s moving off me to stand at the foot of the bed.
Propping myself up on my elbows, I watch him remove the rest of his clothing, appreciating every curve and ridge of his muscular body. My gaze stops briefly on the tattoo inked into his left pec. It’s a complicated design of Celtic knots and what looks to be a family crest. I’ll have to ask him about that later.Much later.Right now, I’m gawking at what’s below the waist. He felt huge in my hand, but actually seeing it…well, I expected to be scared, but all I feel is pure lust at seeing him in all of his glory.
He climbs onto the bed and crawls over my body, nudging my thighs apart with his knees. With one arm braced on the left side of my head, hecups my cheek with the opposite hand before dipping his head to kiss me again. Just like before, it morphs from a small spark to an all-encompassing fire. His hand falls from my face, fingers dancing down my body until his thumb finds my still-sensitive clit, making me whimper with need. His length presses against me and my hips roll instinctively.
“Please,” I beg against his mouth.
Palming his cock, he positions himself against my entrance. His breath coming fast, he raises his head to look into my eyes. “Last chance to stop, darlin’.”
I shake my head. “I don’t want to stop. Please, Eamon.”
