Head down, the dog slunk to his cushion by the fireplace.
“We love you, buddy,” Addy assured him, “but Kieran and I need some private time. Isn’t that right, Keeper?”
“Absolutely right.” He grinned so hard his cheeks ached.
She smooched the tip of his nose, his forehead, the eyelids he closed on a sigh—then claimed his mouth in a deep, drugging kiss.
He tightened his grip on Addy and thanked whatever powers may be for saving him from a fiery death so he could meet this amazing woman, for opening her heart to a deeply damaged man, for bringing her to Trappers Cove.
When they finally came up for air, Kieran rose and pulled her to her feet. “Another hour in the slow cooker won’t hurt tonight’s dinner, you know.”
“An hour?” She grabbed a handful of his arse and squeezed. “Maybe for the first round.”
God, he loved this woman!
Chapter Eighteen
Addysetheremptybowl on the nightstand and wiped her gravy-smeared lips. “That, my love, is the most delicious stew ever to be stewed in the history of stew.”
Chuckling, Kieran plucked another tissue from the box and dabbed at the corner of her mouth. “Whatever it takes to keep you coming back for more.”
“Well, naked dinner after mind-blowing sex is a pretty powerful incentive. Here, you’ve got a drop in your beard.” She blotted gravy from his jawline, then kissed him for the hundredth time that night. “And you, Keeper, are the most delicious man ever to…um…”
Chuckling, he gripped her ass with both hands and pulled her atop him. “To what, love?”
She straddled him and sat up to drink in his beauty: warm hazel eyes glimmering with mischief, kiss-swollen lips, muscled chest and shoulders and arms that had become her refuge.
Her well-pleasured core throbbed at the sight of him laid out before her, and so did her well-loved heart.
Kieran’s quiet, steady support had finally given her the push she needed to confront her family—though not so quiet tonight. She’d never forget the shock on Aunt Tish’s face when Kieran tore her a new one, his Irish brogue thickening with each sharp word.
The promise of their shared future would buoy her through the hard days to come, when she rode the wave of her long-overdue defiance right through Bumfuck, Nebraska.
Addy twirled her fingertip in the auburn hair dusting Kieran’s pecs. “You are simply too glorious for words.”
She pecked his lips, but he was having none of her chaste kisses. With a seductive snarl, he rolled her onto her back and pressed his pelvis between her splayed thighs.
Addy squirmed beneath him. “Scratchy crumbs on the sheets.”
“Note to self,” Kieran said with a chuckle, “Get one of those little crumb-sucker vacuums.”
“Eventually, we’ll have to give up this habit of post-sex snacks in bed.”
“I suppose.” He lowered his head and circled her nipple with his tongue. “But for now, if you’re in my bed, I don’t want to leave it.” He sighed and rubbed his cheek between her breasts. “I’ll miss you, Addy girl.”
She stroked his soft curls and closed her eyes against the bittersweet pang washing through her. “Let’s video call every night.”
“And every morning.” He started in on her other nipple, teasing it to a tingling peak.
Addy arched into his caress. “I’ve never tried phone sex before. Are you up for it?
His laughter tickled her skin. “I’m not a young man, Addy, but with you, I find myself up most of the time.” He trailed kisses down her belly. “You know, I’m still hungry.”
Gasping, Addy sank into the pillows as Kieran’s magical tongue set her alight.
***
With Addy’s name on his lips, Kieran tumbled over the edge into a thundering climax.
