Page 71 of Whiskey & Witches
“Are you sayin’ I’m the prettier of the two of us now?”
He laughed and gave her a light shove so she was flat on her back. “You always have been, Ro. Onlyyounever saw it.”
“It’s not something I’ll ever believe. You’re too pretty for words.” She shifted and wrapped her shapely legs around his waist. “Enough comparison. It’s time you got to spoiling your woman.”
“Yeah?” He bent and nuzzled the hard tip of her breast, drawing it into his mouth and rolling his tongue along the pebbled nipple before lightly biting it. “Prepare yourself to be wowed, darlin’.”
She rocked against him as he rubbed his hard length against her wet core. “You always wow me, Carrick.”
“Sure, and you say that now, but your memory might be faulty.”
She wrapped her hand around his dick and gave him a light squeeze. “No, I’d say I remember exactly right.”
With a groan, he removed her hand, placed a light kiss on her knuckles, and guided it to the pillow next to her head. “Tonight is about you, Ro. All about you.”
Leaning in, he kissed her. There was passion in the kiss, but he wanted to convey so much more. Carrick wanted her to feel what she truly meant to him. Not just for sex or as a mother to their son—although both things were intertwined, but he wanted her to experience their connection again. To see it never truly left them, that they’d forever be one, and that he’d never want another.
When he broke their kiss and lifted his head, Roisin’s eyes were misty with unshed tears, as if she sensed what he was trying to relay. Her smile, when it came, was luminous, and he grinned in return. Yes, she understood.
He caressed the pale skin of her long, graceful neck and followed it with his lips, trailing gentle, worshipful kisses down the path his fingers had traveled. For the next fifteen or twenty minutes, he did this over her entire body, and not an inch of her was ignored.
Her soft moans filled the air, and with each gasp, each sharp inhale of breath, she encouraged him to love her more. When she was frantic in her movements, digging her fingers into his arse as she lifted her hips to grind against him, he allowed himself the pleasure of sinking into her welcoming wet warmth.
Roisin locked her legs around his waist, spreading her thighs wider and pressing her pelvis to his. Their eyes met, and he slowly pulled back, inch by agonizing inch, then thrust again. On and on it went, neither speaking, simply concentrating on one another as their souls reunited in this simple act of lovemaking after all this time.
Her hands became intimately familiar with the hard planes of his body, stroking, petting, loving, and he felt his balls tightening. He was a trigger hair from coming, barely holding himself in check.
With an arm around her waist, he drew her up until he was sitting on his heels and she was straddling him. He was completely embedded inside her, and it felt like heaven. She gasped at the sudden fullness brought on by his move but adjusted quickly enough. He used his free hand to touch her intimately, circling and applying the right amount of pressure to her clit to have her breath hitch and her eyes lose focus.
“Come for me, Ro. Come for me now.”
And she did. The silky walls of her vagina contracted as her orgasm rocked her. The continual pulse added to his own pleasure, and he followed her over the edge after a couple more hard pumps of his hips.
Because he couldn’t let her go yet, he wrapped both arms around her, holding her tightly, and buried his face in her neck. She clung to him, breathing hard. Slick skin pressed so closely together it would’ve been impossible to tell where he ended and she began. No words were needed.
He didn’t know how much time passed as the two of them embraced, but eventually, the cramp forming in his left butt cheek informed him it was time to shift. Easing her back on the pillows, he followed her down and brushed the damp curls away from her temples. Placing his forehead against hers, he shook his head slightly back and forth, butterfly kissing her nose with his, then he nibbled her lower lip.
“Feeling spoiled?” he asked with a husky whisper.
She grinned up at him. “Feck yeah. Sure, and you can spoil me like that anytime.”
CHAPTER28
Light peeked between the blinds as Roisin lay curled in Carrick’s arms, her body humming from making love for the third time. She smiled as she savored the feel of togetherness. They’d gotten little sleep, but neither cared since they used the remainder of the night to reaffirm their love. Aeden’s gift to them, she was positive.
Her cellphone dinged with an incoming message. She stretched across Carrick, pressing her breasts into his chest as she reached for the device.
Before she could get to her destination, he cupped her ass with one hand and drew her head down for a good-morning kiss. “Mmm.”
Laughing, she rained little kisses on his face. “Let go so I can check the phone.”
“I don’t want to.” He sounded like a pouty child, and she giggled at his petulant expression.
“If you hand it to me, I’ll scrub your back in the bath.”
“Deal! And don’t think I won’t be holdin’ you to that promise,” he said in a mock-stern voice.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Give it here.”
