I came violently.
Desperately.
Throwing my head back, my open-mouthed scream was completely silent as every one of my nerves lit, then smoldered like white-hot sparks falling into the crashing waves.
Ireland worked me through it, licking, kissing, and nuzzling against me for several seconds before she took a deep, shuddering breath underneath my palm.
Then, with the natural grace she applied to all of her movements, she turned to face me. Her hips rose off my chest briefly, and we both inhaled sharply as I felt it and she saw it.
A perfect wet spot on my shirt where she’d been grinding on me.
I couldn’t even blush. My face was already as hot and red as it could be.
But she could, and did. I reached toward her face, running the back of my hand across her darkening cheeks.
“Surely,” I said, my voice broken and raspy, “the same woman who mounted me isn’t blushing right now.”
With one hand braced on her lower back and the other cradling her face, I drew her down for a kiss. Her lips parted in a gasp against my lips, and in this moment, I wasn’t shy.
I didn’t care that I tasted myself on her because it was stillher.And heaven knew there was nothing that would keep me from kissing her right now.
Not one thing.
“What are…,” I started, voice still rough, “What are the chances I could convince you to sit on my face?”
Her lips parted, and she looked ready to agree, but then she studied me closely.
“You’re hurting.”
I huffed. “Prove it.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Your pupils are dilated.”
“Circumstantial,” I rasped, gripping her waist. “The circumstances were circumstances.”
Her stomach moved under my hands in a silent laugh. “You’re not coherent.”
I nodded as if she’d agreed with the plan and pulled her toward me, but she resisted.
“You need to rest,” she said softly, planting a soft kiss on my lips.
My eyes flew open. When had they even closed?
She pulled back, her hands braced on either side of my face.
“I’m going to go shower,” she said, looking at me intently, her face still flushed. “Feel free to listen. And watch.”
“Wha—”
She swung up and off me. The loss of her weight was so horrible that I reached for her, but she danced away from me with a small smile. When she got to my bathroom door, she turned the knob and stepped inside.
And left the door open.
Her skirt and panties hit the floor.
Then went her shirt and bra.
Lurching upward, I froze mid-crunch, gritting my teeth against the pain as I drank her in. Framed by the doorway, Ireland lingered there for several seconds before looking over her shoulder at me.
