Wild Irish: Falling for Wild (KW)

by Melanie Shawn

  She let out a throaty laugh. “I think I have a pretty good idea.”

  “Then say it.”

  She opened her mouth to speak, and an unexpected blush appeared on her cheeks. It surprised her. She wasn’t normally shy, but something about Chris and the way she felt when they were together felt so real. He saw her. There was no hiding. So saying the words wouldn’t just be sexy banter. It would be a window into her soul, what made her feel good, and what turned her on.

  The words stuck in her throat.

  His eyes hardened a little bit, the teasing gone. Now, he was authoritative. Commanding. “Say it, Chloe. Tell me what you want me to do right now.” The teasing grin reappeared, but a more intense version. “Or I won’t do it. If you want it, you have to tell me.”

  Oh, she wanted it, all right. There was no question about that.

  She summoned up her courage, pushed past her embarrassment, and whispered, “Eat me.”

  He grinned full force.

  “What was that?”

  “I think you’re going to—and I want you to—eat me. Eat my pussy.”

  “That’s right, sweet Chloe. I’m going to eat this pretty pink pussy of yours.”

  And then he covered her mound with his hot mouth, sucking her and making her scream. She didn’t think about much of anything after that, except how his tongue was making her feel.

  Chapter 14

  "God, you taste so good," Chris breathed, running his tongue in and out of her folds and drinking in her juices. He captured her clit in his mouth and flicked the end of it with his tongue, loving not only the way that it grew harder under his attention, but also the way that her muscles tensed and back arched as he teased her with his tongue.

  Chris felt Chloe's inner walls pulsing against his tongue as he pushed it in and out of her again and again. He felt a shock of arousal go through him as the word devoured occurred to him. That's it, he thought. That's the perfect word. It's as if I'm eating her alive. As if I can't get enough of her.

  He lifted his head for just a moment to connect with her gaze and moaned, "God, you taste like heaven. So perfect."

  He used his fingers to separate her outer lips and then ran his tongue in lazy circles around her pleasure bud, flicking it and teasing it again and again, causing tremors to rattle through her muscles. He loved seeing the physical effect of his actions on her body.

  Then, covering her entirely with his mouth, he slid his palms up the flat expanse of her belly and around her sides to grasp her hips firmly and pull her tightly into him, grinding her pelvis against his hungry tongue.

  He raised his eyes to meet hers as he continued to move his mouth between her legs and saw a longing in them that was so raw, visceral, and primal that it took his breath away.

  Her hands reached down and tangled in his hair. She whimpered, "Don't stop," and gripped his head hard as she came apart.

  He continued to gently lap at her seam as she gradually came down from her erotic high. When her eyes were clear again and her gaze met his, he raised up on his elbow and smiled. "How was that?" he asked.

  "Amazing," she said with a small, sardonic laugh.

  "Good. And what do you want me to do now?"

  She blushed again, and it was so adorable Chris could barely stand it. He ran a hand up the inside of her inner thigh and didn't stop when he reached her dripping mound, but kept going and slipped two fingers right inside of her, manipulating them to full effect as he made his voice low and intense.

  "Come on, Chloe," he encouraged. "Don't be embarrassed. Tell me what you want. What do you want me to do to you?"

  Her blush deepened, and he could see that she was fighting through inner urges that encouraged her to hide. He didn't want her to hide, though. He didn't want her to feel like she had to. He wanted to see and experience every single part of her: the good, the bad, and the ugly. And what he was seeing right now definitely fell into the "good" category.

  Finally, looking into his eyes through hooded lashes, she said, "I...I want you. Inside me. I...guess I kind of need you inside me."

  Arousal shot through him like acid through his veins. Like a jolt of pure electricity.

  "Then that's what you're gonna get, sweet girl," he growled.

  He pulled his hand out of her and moved along her body, kissing his way up her belly and stopping to suck her pert nipples on the way. Her hands were running all over him, up and down his back and arms. The feeling was feather-light on Chris's skin, so feminine; it made his cock ache with the need to be inside of her.

  There was nothing more he needed in the world at that moment than to be inside of her, as a matter of fact. It was all he’d thought about since he had met her. In a way, it felt like it was all he had thought about for his entire life. And now he almost couldn't believe it was really about to happen.

  When he reached her mouth, he kissed her deeply. He could still taste her, and it turned him on knowing that she was tasting herself, too. He had never been more grateful than he was right then for his experience as a firefighter, which had required him to do some very quick changes in some very close quarters over the years.

  Because of that, it was a totally smooth and seamless movement for him to shimmy out of his jeans, shoes, and boxer briefs, and then pull the condom out of his back pocket, unwrap it, and slide it on.

  He wasn't trying to look cool. If anything, he was just trying to avoid looking dorky. But he realized he had inadvertently impressed her when he looked up and saw her sitting up against the wall, miming a slow clap.

  He laughed. God, he loved a woman with a sense of humor, and Chloe certainly fit that bill. There was nothing more erotic, in his opinion, than being able to laugh and have fun with the person you shared sexy times with. And he had never had more fun in his life than he was having with Chloe.

  He positioned himself over her and reached in between them to place his cock at her entrance. Even through the thin latex of his condom, he felt the tip of his dick immediately become coated in her slick juices.

  God, he thought, she's still this turned on. She is wet, and warm, and dripping — all for me. That thought drove him into her, thrusting into her opening in one smooth movement.

  "Oh God," he groaned as he held himself there inside her. "Like you're squeezing me with the best… but the most perfect, softest best you can imagine."

  She giggled in his ear, and he felt her walls squeezing even tighter around him. He groaned and buried his head in her neck.

  "Fuck," he moaned, "you're so amazing. You're just... You're having…"

  He started to pump then, making his strokes slow and even, but forceful all the same. He raised up so he was looking right into her eyes. He wanted to see every tiny change of color, every spark of emotion, every nuance that would appear there.

  He wanted to stare into her soul while he moved inside her body, to see if she was even half as undone by their encounter as he was. The bond he felt as they looked into each other's eyes and joined their bodies was otherworldly, like nothing he had ever felt. His cock, already so hard that he could barely control the ache, stiffened even a little more, driving him to speed up his strokes. It raised the intensity of their friction, driving them both closer and closer to climax.

  Even though she didn't have a headboard, he heard the mattress and wooden boxspring banging against the wall from his frantic energy, and that soundtrack to their lovemaking turned him on even more.

  He reached underneath the small of her back, lifting her hips just slightly, angling her pelvis so he could get the deepest penetration possible. She cried out and dug her fingernails into his shoulders.

  "Oh, God, oh yes...that's it, that's the spot..."

  He looked down at their bodies as he pumped in and out, watching his cock disappear inside her pussy, and then reappear, shiny with her juices. It was the sexiest sight in the world to him. He filed it away in his brain. He knew he would want to remember it forever.

  Her back arched off the bed,
and her hands flew above her head and tangled in the pillows. She screamed and trembled and bucked against him. He felt her inner walls clenching, achieving a new level of tightness, even firmer than when he had first thrust into her.

  She was coming, and feeling her explode on his cock was more than he can handle. He exploded too, right along with her. With one final, powerful thrust, he buried his cock inside of her and held it there. He pulled her against him, holding her trembling body as her clenching walls drew every drop of his orgasm from his body.

  It felt good, sure. It felt amazing, in fact. But the best part of the whole thing, by far, was knowing how much pleasure he was giving her. As their climaxes came down from the peaks that they scaled, Chris collapsed on the bed next to Chloe, rolling over and taking her with him so he didn't have to pull out of her just yet. He wasn't ready for them to be apart, unconnected.

  Their orgasms had left them gasping for breath, and they snuggled on the bed for a long while in silence as their bodies cooled. Sweat dried from their skin and their heart beats returned to normal together.

  Finally, Chris looked down at her, every bit of affection he felt shining through his eyes as he brushed her sweat drenched hair back from her for head.

  "God, you're beautiful," he mused, his inhibitions and walls completely obliterated during the intimate and vulnerable moment. "This is so amazing. I can't believe I really met you, you're so incredible. I not only met you, but met you twice. It feels like fate."

  She smiled up at him, but didn't reply. He figured she was probably still too spent.

  He kissed her forehead and laughed. "God, are my friends back home in California gonna love you. As much as I do. I can't wait to take you there."

  She stiffened in his arms and looked down at her. "Are you cold?" he asked, reaching over for the blanket.

  "Um, no," she said, and her voice sounded stiff and uncomfortable. He felt a small shiver of nervousness starting in his belly, but he wasn't sure why.

  "Are you hungry? Do you want to go get something to—"

  She sat up suddenly, turning her back to him. She grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around her as she stood and headed across the room and into the bathroom. "I have a really early day tomorrow," she said.

  Oh, shit! He knew what that was code for. But…

  "Tomorrow?" he asked. "Tomorrow's Sunday."

  "Yeah," she answered unconvincingly and without meeting his eyes. "Um…a special case we're working on, and you know… I'm new there. I can't make a bad impression. So..."

  She let her voice trail off as if he was supposed to simply infer the rest of it. But that was bullshit, and he wasn't going to give up that easily. "So?" he challenged. If she was gonna kick him out, she was at least gonna have to say the words.

  She turned around and looked directly into his eyes. "So, you should probably take off." Finally, her face softened. "We'll talk later," she promised and then closed the door of the bathroom behind her.

  He felt a ball of ice forming in his gut. What had he done wrong?

  Chapter 15

  “Hello, there.”

  Chloe jumped a few inches off the seat of her office chair at the sound of her boss’s teasing voice. She’d been so immersed in the file she was reviewing that she’d been in another world and hadn’t noticed Caitlyn leaning casually against the doorway to her office. The snap back to reality was jarring.

  “Oh, Caitlyn, hi! I was just diving into the Lanning case.”

  Caitlyn grinned. “Not ‘just.’ You haven’t lifted your head from that case file in over two hours.”

  Chloe’s eyes widened, and her head snapped to the clock on her computer. “Holy whoa! It really has been two hours. Dang.”

  She extended her arms above her head and stretched, only just noticing the aches and stiffness in her back and neck.

  Caitlyn pushed off from her casual stance against the doorjamb. “Come on, Chloe. Let’s grab some coffee.”

  Chloe nodded and followed her. When she continued walking right past the small office kitchen, though, small butterflies started doing their work in her belly. Had she done something wrong? Was she in trouble? Was this the professional equivalent of being called to the principal’s office?

  As they stepped out the front door of the office and onto the sidewalk, Caitlyn turned her face up to the sun and took a deep breath. “Mmmm, yeah. Fresh air, Chloe. Even lawyers need it sometimes. Let’s get coffee at the diner down the block. Nice change of scenery.”

  Chloe smiled at the casual banter. She was still too nervous to say anything.

  When they had been seated and placed their orders, Caitlyn leaned forward as if she were about to dish some delicious dirt. “So, tell me. Who is the guy who’s got you diving into your work like it’s an anchor in a stormy sea? Is it Chris?”

  Chloe tried to play it cool and laughed the question off. “What makes you think it’s Chris? Or any guy at all, for that matter? Maybe I’m just extremely dedicated to my work and trying to make a good impression.”

  Caitlyn grinned. “Oh, I’m sure that’s true. If I didn’t think you were not only passionate but also dedicated, I never would have brought you on. But, see, what I actually wanted to know is what’s up with you and Chris. So I framed the question as if I already knew. Didn’t they teach you that trick in law school?”

  Chloe buried her face in her hands as she groaned. “See? I’m losing my powers of perception. I’m going soft, Caitlyn.”

  “So, I take it the issue is with Chris, then?”

  She nodded, then lifted her face from her hands miserably. “I don’t know what I’m going to do. How is it possible that I feel this strongly after such a short time? Are these feelings even real? Or have I been caught up in some kind of crazy delusion?”

  Caitlyn patted her hand. “First of all, time has nothing to do with it. You would be shocked to find out how many people fall hard in a minute, let alone a week. If you know, you know. And that’s that. And secondly, I seriously doubt it's a delusion. I think it’s just about…love.”

  “And what makes you think that? How can you be so sure, especially if I'm not?”

  Caitlyn tilted her head. “Because I’ve seen the way he looks at you, too. It’s not just on your side. And it’s definitely not all in your head. It’s real, and it’s there for both of you. I can tell.”

  “Really?” Chloe was hopeful.

  “Absolutely. But, your relief at me saying that begs the question — what is the actual problem, then?”

  Chloe groaned. “I’m so dumb. When we were together over the weekend, he started talking about how he saw a future for us. And he said he loved me.”

  Caitlyn’s eyes widened. “Really?”

  Chloe tilted her head to the side. “Well, he said his friends were going to love me as much as he did.”

  “That totally counts. It’s not a grand declaration. But it counts.”

  “I think so.”

  “But, anyway, is that a bad thing? I mean, sure, it’s fast. But it seems like it would be great, given how you feel.”

  “Yeah, you would think so. But he was talking about introducing me to his friends back in California. Taking me home to meet everyone. And… I don’t know. I just kind of freaked out. All of a sudden, all I could see was my dad making all these plans for my mom, and her nodding and following along like a little puppy. I don’t know if the woman has had an original thought in her entire life, but if she has, I’m pretty sure she hasn’t shared it. Especially with my dad.

  “My entire life's goal has been to be different than that. I’ve always wanted to be independent. That’s why I worked so hard in school, starting in elementary and going straight on through junior high and high school, college, and then law school. I’ve always known that I wanted to be able to depend on myself.”

  “That’s a great goal. Why do you think that Chris would be in the way of that?"

  Chloe threw up her hands. “I don’t know. I guess he wouldn’t. It’
s just when he started talking about going back to California as if it was a done deal, without even asking me what I thought about it. Without even taking into consideration that I have a life that I love here, a job that I'm passionate about—“

  “Wait...was he talking about moving to California? Or just visiting?”

  Chloe was quiet for a moment, mulling that over. Finally, she said, “Well, crap. I guess I probably should’ve figured that out before I walked right out of the room, all but kicked his ass out of my apartment, and then stopped returning his calls.”

  Caitlyn laughed. “Just explain. Something tells me he’ll be able to get over it.”

  Chapter 16

  Chris got more nervous with every step he took closer to Pat’s Pub. Everything about his future with Chloe—which had very quickly become the only future he cared about—was riding on tonight. Could he make her see how right they were for each other? And that he saw her—really saw her?

  He had to find the right words. This was a “failure is not an option” situation. In even the short time he’d now known Chloe, he had already reached the point where he couldn’t imagine what his life would be without her. It made him feel sick to his stomach to even try.

  He was encouraged that he was going to be pleading his case at Pat’s Pub, though. The place was magic, he reasoned. It had to be. It was what had turned Chloe from “that girl” that he couldn’t shake from his thoughts, a mythical goddess who would’ve haunted his dreams forever, to Chloe: real-life, flesh and blood, complicated spitfire of a woman who was even more mesmerizing than the ethereal imagined version of her could ever have been.

  He stopped just outside the door and took a deep breath. It’s now or never.

  As he stepped through the door, he was immediately hit by the wall of sound that seemed to perpetually exist in the place. Exuberance, laughter, and general happiness hit his ears and, without him even realizing on a conscious level, boosted his confidence.

  He stood by the door and scanned the large room. A grin lit his face as his eyes lit on Chloe, sitting in the same booth she’d been in the last time he was here. He walked over to her and put his hand on her shoulder.