Crushing his mouth to mine, he plunges his tongue past my lips as he pushes himself inside of me, inch by inch. A muffled groan sounds from my throat, and I tighten my arms around him. Slowly, he begins to rock into me until I’m filled by him.
“Fuck, Norah,” he growls. “You feel so good.”
The sensation is foreign, but my body quickly adjusts to him as we find our rhythm. I can’t keep my hands from roaming all over his body, relishing in the feel of his skin on mine. He’s hardeverywhere.The more we touch, the more fervent our movements become. As if sensing that I’m getting closer to another release, Eamon thrusts deeper, eliciting small mewls of pleasure from me. He circles my clit with his thumb and dips his mouth to my nipple, sucking hard. That’s my undoing. I cry out as another orgasm rips through me. Eamon’s breathing becomes ragged, and he thrusts a few more times before finding his own release. With a deep groan, he stills as he comes, then collapses on me, burying his face in my neck.
We lay there panting, our bodies damp with sweat, as I lazily rake my fingers through his hair with one hand while cradling his head to me with the other. My heart is racing, but I feel peaceful. There’s not a hint of regret or anxiety, just an overwhelming sense of rightness. He shifts as if to move, and I hold onto him tightly.
“I’m probably crushing you,” he says, kissing my neck.
I smile and shake my head. “You’re not. Promise. You’re like the world’s best weighted blanket.”
Eamon laughs, softly at first, then his shoulders shake as his laugh deepens. “Of all the things I expected you to say, love, that wasnotit.”
I can’t stop the giggle that bursts from my mouth. “Now I’m curious as to what you expected me to say.”
“Something along the lines of, ‘Oh, Eamon, you’ve completely ruined me for other men. I’ll never take another lover for as long as I live!’” His voice pitches higher in mock falsetto.
I’m laughing harder now. “How inconsiderate of me. Please allow me to rephrase that.” I clear my throat dramatically and say, “Eamon Kennedy, I thank you for the mind-altering orgasm. I shall never, for the rest of my days, ever be satisfied by another man.”
“You’re damn right, you won’t, Norah Grady,” he says playfully at first, but then sobers quickly. “At least, I hope you won’t.”
I touch my fingertips to his jaw and say, “No, I don’t think I will.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Eamon
There’s a gorgeous, naked woman asleep in my arms, her back tucked into my chest, and legs entangled with my own. The curtains are parted enough to let the sun bathe her in its warm light and her hair is a flaming mess of curls fanned over my arm. I’m completely mesmerized by Norah.
Last night was everything I had hoped for and more. We spent hours wrapped around each other, sometimes talking, but mostly touching and kissing, resulting in me being buried inside her once again. She was so responsive to every caress of my hands and mouth, never shying away but meeting every moment with anticipation. I’m aching for her again at the thought.
Unable to keep my hands to myself any longer, I trail my fingers over her ribs and up through the valley between her breasts then back downagain before lightly brushing under each one. I graze a thumb over her nipple, watching it stiffen immediately. I shower the other side with the same affection then cruise down to her stomach. I splay my hand over her belly and drag it over her hip, then down the outside of her thigh. God, I love her curves. Norah stirs but doesn’t wake. A softmmmmsounds from her throat and her backside instinctively presses into my already hard cock.
I drop a kiss on her shoulder before wrapping my arm around her waist to pull her even closer. Without thinking, I start singing softly into her hair. The first time I sang to her, it was in an attempt to get her to share a drink with me. Now the lyrics to Ringsend Rose hold more weight.
“In Dublin Town there lived a girl - Fairer than the flower I’m wearin’.Rose Donoghue—all fresh and new.And I love her past all carin’.”
My heart squeezes in my chest when I finally admit that Ilove her past all carin’.
Norah
I’ve been residing somewhere between asleep and awake, but am hyper-aware of Eamon’s hand leaving a blazing trail on my skin and the feel of him hardening behind me. I’m also blissfully aware of the soreness between my legs and the tingle of desire that stirs inside of me…again. I imperceptibly shift my hips back and into his body. He grazes my shoulder with his lips and wraps a strong arm around me before he begins to sing and I recognize the song instantly. It was romantic at Paddy’s, but hearing it now, after last night? It feels different. Tears prick behind my eyelids when I feel his arm tighten around me as he sings the words,And I love her past all carin’.
I stay motionless for a couple of minutes, soaking it all in, before slowly rolling to face him. When I do, I inhale deeply. His mussed hair and hooded eyes mixed with his naked bodyin my bedjust do something to me.
“Good morning, handsome.”
“Mornin’, love,” he murmurs, tucking my hair behind my ear. “Sleep okay?”
“Like a rock,” I say, sliding my hands up his chest to his shoulders. “What about you?”
He leans in to nuzzle my neck. “Aye, I slept great. But I’m wide awake now,” he says, sliding his hand down to cup my ass and pulling my pelvis against his.
“Mmmm,” I purr, nipping his ear. “I can tell.”
A low growl emits from his throat as he rolls me to my back and settles between my thighs. “You keep doing that and we’re never leaving this bed.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Kennedy.” I chide, thrusting my hips up to grind against him.
