Alcohol swims through my veins and as his one hand holds my thigh tight on his hip, his other snakes under my dress and he runs a finger down my panties circling the damp fabric.
I know I said it’s technically been a while since I’ve had sex, but it’s not like you forget the mechanics of how it’s done. You especially don’t forget how the tease of a hand can send your mind racing over to the other side of crazy. And that’s how Niall Mackay makes me feel. Certifiably crazy. Losing my hold on reality and skydiving without a parachute.
Niall groans my name as his kisses get harder and more forceful. I have no idea what’s come over me to egg him on, but he’s pushed me past the point of thinking this through. All I can think of is having the cock that’s pulsing against my stomach lodged deep inside me.
As he grazes his teeth down my throat, I somehow manage to find my voice. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
His eyes widen as he lifts his head and a wicked smirk curves his lips. He doesn’t answer me, only slips a finger underneath the edge of my panties and presses it lightly over my clit. Sparks shoot across my field of vision and I ache for more. Groaning, I push against him, wanting him to touch me more than I’ve wanted anything in a long time. With a chuckle, he makes a light pass over my clit again, circling it with the tip of his finger, and before I have a chance to protest, he slides it down my wetness and drives it inside.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
As he finds his rhythm, he adds a second finger and returns attention to my throbbing clit with his thumb. I’m now clawing the door and riding his hand as pure heat incinerates me from the inside out. The minute he leans down and sucks my breast through the thin fabric of my dress, incoherent babble falls from my mouth, and honestly, I’m not even sure I’m speaking English as the voodoo he’s working causes a thunderous orgasm to buckle my knees and shatter my world. Crying out his name, I slump against him and bury my forehead into his chest.
“Jesus!” I pant.
Releasing my leg, Niall hooks a finger underneath my chin and forces my eyes on his. Once he’s positive I’m focused on his hooded gaze, he takes his fingers and sucks them deep into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them, approval rumbling deep in his throat.
“Delicious. Just like I knew you’d taste.”
Something dark shifts in his eyes and my lips part. Not sure how much more I can take, I plead with him. “Niall…”
Removing his finger from his mouth, he traces it across my own lips as he fists my hair with his other hand. Involuntarily my tongue darts out before my lips close around his finger. If he wasn’t holding me, I’d probably drop to the floor.
Stepping back, he reaches in his pocket and pulls out a foil packet and holds it up between us. “You do it.”
“Um, what?”
“Touch me, Laken. I want your hands on me.”
He doesn’t have to ask twice. I’m primed and ready for him. Reaching between us, I unhook his belt, shocked to see my hands are steady and not at all shaking. Emboldened by my own assuredness, I make quick work of his zipper and push down his jeans, gasping as my hand touches his hot length.
He’s huge. I don’t mean, “Oh, wow, that’s going to feel nice,” huge. I mean, “Holy fuck, the man should bronze it and hang a picture frame around it,” huge.
I must be staring because an impatient groan tears from his throat as I stroke him a few times. “Laken…” Quickly rolling the condom on, I barely have time to look up before he slams my back against the door and, reaching under my dress again, rips the flimsy string holding my panties together. “Wrap your legs around my waist,” he commands hotly in my ear.
Readily obeying, I hook my legs around him and his fingers dig into the flesh of my ass. Rearing back, he gives a sharp thrust upward. A tiny squeak slips out, and that’s all I can manage before he pulls out and drives back in, repeating the move over and over until I’m about to lose my mind. Our combined groans along with the sound of skin slapping are the only things I hear as the zipper of my dress digs into my back and the unforgiving wood slams against my spine.
Niall fucks like a man possessed, alternating punishing thrusts with smooth, long plunges. Sweat drips down my brow, and I feel my muscles clench around him.
“Niall! I’m coming again!”
“Do it. Come, baby,” he growls in his deep Irish accent, his teeth sinking hard into my shoulder.
Screaming, I stiffen as my orgasm rips through me with a relentless intensity that rocks me until I don’t even know my own name and the only one on my tongue is his. Niall powers inside me, spurring aftershocks that cause another round of spasms.
“Christ!” He lets out a tortured groan into the hollow of my neck and jerks inside me, bottoming out as his thrusts slow and eventually still.
Coming down from the high, I suddenly feel awkward. What we just did complicated an already bizarre situation. How would we walk away from each other now? How the hell could we possibly stage a public breakup and still work together after this?
Millions of questions float through my head as Niall shifts our bodies, still buried deep inside me, and heads toward my bed.
“Where are we going?” I ask, confused as to why he’s not getting dressed and leaving.
He chuckles as he lowers us both to the bed and climbs over me. “If you think the honeymoon’s over, Mrs. Mackay, you need to brush up on your rom coms.”
“But…”
That’s the last word I speak as Niall begins a heated trail of kisses down my stomach, and the minute he finds his destination, my world explodes for the third time.
