Teagan’s gaze follows her all the way out of the pub. When he turns back to the table, all of us are watching with wide eyes.
“What?” he asks sheepishly.
“If you don’t text her, you’re an idiot,” Charlie states with a shrug.
“Course I’m going to text her!” he says, lifting his beer to his lips. “I’m not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.”
“That was definitely out of her comfort zone,” I tell him. “Whatever you’re doing, keep it up. It’s fun watching her come out of her shell.”
Teagan grins in triumph. “Aye, I’m on a mission.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Eamon
Finals week is over, and the relief is palpable. I handed in my last paper for the semester and joyfully walked from the building. Late last night I had an idea come to me that I can’t wait to run by Norah. Since neither of us has family obligations, I was hoping to convince her to take a short holiday with me. Nothing far away or too grand, just a few days on the Outer Banks. It’s a short drive and the thought of waking up next to her with the sound of the ocean just outside sounds like heaven.
Norah is in the middle of a class, so I decide to grab a cup of coffee from the campus cafe and wait in the library. I was an avid reader growing up but rarely have the time to sit and enjoy a novel anymore. Maybe I’ll check one out to read over the holiday. I can’t spend the entire time in bed with Norah, as tempting as that sounds. As I walk through the rows of books, I thinkabout the future. Before Norah, I hadn’t been looking for a relationship of any kind, but now that I have her, I’m not about to let her go. Even though I have no desire to go back to Ireland, I can’t wait to introduce her to my Mam. We haven’t been together long, but I’m certain I want her around for the long haul and I think Mam will love her almost as much as I do.
My phone buzzes, alerting me to a text from Norah.
Norah:All done! Where are you?
Eamon:In the library. I’ll meet you outside. I have an idea to run by you.
Norah:Sounds intriguing. See you soon. xoxo
I’m leaning against the side of the building when I see Norah scurrying up the sidewalk. It’s colder out today than it has been recently, so I open my arms as soon as she approaches and gather her close to me. Her cheeks and nose are rosy from the biting wind, making her face glow. I kiss her softly.
“Hello, you,” I purr.
“Hi,” she breathes.
“Let’s get you out of here and warmed up,” I say suggestively.
She giggles, pushing up on her toes to kiss my jawline before saying, “I support this decision. And I want to know more about this idea you were talking about.”
“Right. Did you have any big plans for the holiday break?” I ask tentatively.
She cants her head to the side. “No, not really. I thought I’d get a jump start on designing costumes for the spring play, but I can take a sketchbook and pencil with me anywhere. What did you have in mind?”
“Well,” I say, turning our bodies towards my car, “I was thinking maybe you and I could rent a place on the Outer Banks and have ourselves a proper holiday together. What do you think?”
Norah beams at me, her eyes lighting up with excitement. “Eamon! That sounds perfect. I’d love that.”
“Alright, it’s settled. Let’s head back to your place, get you warmed up, then we can plan our getaway.”
Norah
We’re barely through the door when Eamon lifts me and slams my back against the wall. I’m wild with desire, kissing him like my life depends on it. He’s holding me up with one hand, while the other kneads my breast through my clothes. I moan loudly when he pinches my nipple. Unwrapping my legs from around his waist, I drop my feet to the floor, shoving his jacket off of his broad shoulders and tugging his shirt over his head. He makes easy work of my hoodie and bra, practically tearing them from me. He presses himself against me roughly, trapping me between the wall and his solid body. When he grinds his hips into mine, I turn feral and spin us around. He starts to protest, but I place my hand firmly against his chest, holding him still. With his back against the wall, I sink to my knees, unbuckle his jeans, and shove them, along with his boxers, to his ankles. I grip his cock with one hand and take him into my mouth as deep as possible. He groans loudly as I suck and swirl my tongue around him then digs his fingers into my hair, holding my head still while he fucks my mouth frantically. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, even as I gag around him. He finally comes, a string of unintelligible words flowing from his mouth. I swallow everything with pride, knowing that I’m the one making him feel this good. Panting heavily, he looks down at me, and I smile demurely.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” I admit.
Pulling me to my feet, he kisses me brutally before spinning me around, my back to his chest. He nips his way down my neck to my shoulder and back while cupping my breasts in his hands. He walks us forward until we reach the couch, then splays a hand on my back, bending me forward.
“Put your hands on the back of the sofa, Acushla. And don’t let go.”
I whimper with need but do as I’m told. My senses are on overload as he runs his tongue up my spine and cups my center, rubbing the heel of his hand against my clit. I writhe against him.
