“Fiancé, is it?” Cian’s voice was warm and amused in her ear. She whirled, eyes wide.
Oh, no. She’d actually said that. He was going to get freaked out and run. Counting down one, two…
“I don’t have a ring handy, but now that you mention it…” Her heart started to pound against her ribs as he lifted her hand to his mouth and brushed his lips over it in a whisper of a promise. “I suppose this is a good moment to tell you that I’m not going to let go of you without a fight.”
Her gaze flickered to his. His lips were curved with amusement, but the emotion beaming out of those icy blue eyes was genuine.
“Of course, I always thought that you threw yourself at me that night for my scintillating conversation.” He smirked, and her pulse beat so fast she was surprised her heart didn’t explode right out of her chest. Stroking his thumb over her throat, he continued. “And here I find you’ve just been using me for my big dick.”
Sarah choked on her laughter. Then his hand slid to her hair, tangling in the long golden tail, and she found the outlet she needed. Launching herself at him, she grabbed his shoulders, dug her nails in hard enough that he hissed, and attacked his mouth with her own.
He hummed with surprise, then growled as she staked her claim on him right back. With the angle of his head, he took control of the kiss, pressing her against him until she could feel every ridge, every plane, every freakishly hard part of the amazing body that she wanted her mouth on, now. She sank her teeth into his lower lip, and he groaned, yanking away to stare down at her with dirty, dirty thoughts playing out over his face.
“Upstairs. Now.” He didn’t bother to lower his voice, and from where she was now sitting with the older men, Nell cheered. Sarah blushed, but Cian just smiled darkly, dipping his head to whisper into her ear.
“I think you need to be punished for doubting yourself. Oh, yes. I saw that, darlin’.” He grinned wickedly, and her heart thudded in her chest.
“Punished?” Her mouth was dry, her nerves skittering, her pulse starting to throb right between her legs. “What do you mean?”
And why did it sound so delicious?
He just smirked, and as he did so often, lifted her right off her feet, supporting her under her back and her knees. Some part of her—some rather annoying feminist part—insisted that this was taking womankind back to the time of the caveman.
The rest of her shouted at the feminist to shut the hell up and wallowed in the hottest thing ever, which was being wanted so badly that her man just had to scoop her off her feet and take her to his bed.
Cian carried her across the pub to the kitchen door, and good-natured hoots and hollers followed them.
Sarah barely heard, her entire being focused on Cian as he answered her question.
“I haven’t decided yet, but I’m really going to enjoy finding out.”
Chapter Ten
Using his foot to slam the door behind them as they entered his apartment, Cian effectively shut out all the catcalls and cheers of encouragement from below as they ascended the stairs. There was something decidedly delicious about knowing there was a bar full of people downstairs who knew just what she and Cian were about to do.
She should have felt shy, embarrassed even. Instead? She’d never been more aroused in her life.
Something in her had shifted after the epic blowout with Ross. She felt…empowered. The way Cian had been at her back while still understanding that she needed to confront Ross herself… the way he’d claimed her after without saying a word.
She was his, and she didn’t care who knew it. Practical? Not even a little. Right in every way? Oh, yes.
She kicked off her shoes and wriggled in Cian’s arms until she had her legs wrapped around his waist, the act causing her knee-length skirt to ride up her thighs. Her panties were exposed as she pressed the heat of her core against his thick erection. The responding moan that issued from deep in his throat made her lips spread into a wide grin.
“Well, Mr. Murphy.” She pressed her mouth to his and urged her hips up and back down again, rubbing herself against him. “I do believe that I owe you a pair of panties.”
She could hardly believe the words that were coming out of her mouth, but she was instantly rewarded for them with a fierce growl from Cian.
“Darlin’, you owe me nothin’, but don’t think I won’t take those panties from you.”
He crashed his lips onto hers, urgent strokes of his tongue parting her lips. Moaning against him, she matched his movements, desperate to taste him.
Mouths locked, he carried her into his bedroom. When they’d reached the edge of his bed, he unlocked her legs from around his waist and guided them until her feet hit the floor, skirt still around her waist. Cian broke the kiss as he made quick work of her top and then took a step back, eyes locked on hers, and pulled his shirt over his head, exposing all of his mouthwatering muscles, the swirls of his ink, and the nipple rings that her fingers itched to touch. Her chest heaved as her breath caught in her throat. Reflex had her hands reaching to straighten her disheveled skirt, but a warning glance from Cian stopped her in her tracks. Closing the short distance between them, he circled her, eyes intent, fingers trailing over her torso and around her waist. Exploring her body, he placed kisses on her neck, shoulders, and back as he moved.
“I think I’ve decided on your punishment.”
Her whole body shivered at his voice, low and raspy in her ear.
Dropping to his knees in front of her, he ran his hands up the back of her thighs, his rough hands tantalizing her soft skin until they came to rest on her ass with a squeeze. “But first I’ll take these.”
She let out a shaky moan when he slid his fingers around to the front and under the elastic of her panties.
He tugged them down her hips, leaning in to press a hot kiss to her upper thigh. A small cry escaped her when he caught the elastic in his teeth and tugged until the panties fell to pool around her feet.
That was so incredibly hot.
“Step out.” She did. He caught the scrap of fabric in his fingers, then rose to full height in front of her, shoving her panties into his pocket.
“Right where they’re supposed to be.” He smirked. “Now get on the bed.”
Butterflies flocked in her stomach. The sight of him shoving her panties into his pocket, the commands on his lips… The space between her thighs was hot and slick and ready. Not bothering to even pretend to fight, she sat on the edge of the bed then crawled backward over the sheets in nothing but her bra and skirt. He kicked off his shoes and followed, not giving her even a whisper of space, his hard, heavy body quickly pressing on top of hers.
Lining himself up, he let the steel length of his erection slide through her dampness, a cruel tease that made her curse.
“Shit!” The head of his cock rubbed over her clit, and a jolt of pure pleasure made her gasp. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she pulled him in closer, urging him on. “Stop teasing me!”
Pressing kisses to his neck, she slid her hand down between their bodies, searching for the button on his pants, needing the barrier between them gone. As the metallic rasp of the zipper vibrated against her fingers, he started trailing kisses down her neck and chest. Tugging down the cups of her bra so that the underwire offered her breasts up to him, he closed his hot lips over one peak, swirling his tongue around her nipple until it stiffened in his mouth. Tossing her head back and pressing her breast into his touch, she let out a loud moan.
He kissed his way down her torso until his cheek nuzzled against the soft skin of her inner thigh. She couldn’t keep her hips from rising off the bed, silently begging with her body for what she was too shy to ask for with words.
“That’s my dirty girl.” His chuckle vibrated against her sensitive skin, then before she could draw another breath, he parted her slick folds with his fingers and slid his tongue from back to front. When he reached her clit, he circled it once, twice, adding pressure before sweeping back d
own again. He repeated his actions, slowly building the pressure until she was trembling beneath his touch. She could feel her orgasm climbing and climbing with his steady, almost torturous movements.
“Cian!” She tangled her hands in his hair, and her hips bucked beneath each stroke of his tongue. He wouldn’t be urged on. Hyperaware of every stroke, every flick of his tongue, her body started to quiver.
“Cian.” She knew she was begging, but she didn’t care.
Pressing his tongue to her clit, he flicked it hard and fast, at the same time sliding one thick finger deep inside her core. Her walls pulsed around him as he worked in and out, adding a second finger.
Her entire body felt like a live wire, an electric current flowing through her veins. She rode his fingers as he licked her clit, her gasps coming louder and louder. Fisting the sheets in her hands, she wrapped her thighs around his head, frantic for release.
Her vision went gray as he pulled her clit between his teeth, nipping it with just enough pressure to add an edge to the pleasure that she never dreamed she would crave. Sliding one last finger inside her, he stretched her slick channel wider as she shot to the stars.
“Cian!” His name was a shriek on her lips as she convulsed around his fingers, riding the waves of her release. When she finally stilled, he pulled his fingers from inside of her and showered her inner thighs with gentle kisses, giving her a moment to recover.
A moment was all she got. With her chest still heaving from her release, he started to lick her again, his tongue moving with slow, lazy strokes. Each pass forced a new shudder out of her.
“I can’t.” She was too sensitive—she couldn’t go up and over again. “Cian, I… Oh!”
His tongue slid inside her. Out. In.
“Aah.” She couldn’t stop herself. Her hips were again arching toward him, pushing deeper inside of her as he slowly licked. Soft, gentle passes from top to bottom, flicking her clit with each pass until finally her orgasm came crashing down around her, and he drank every last drop of her release, his touch sliding in and out of her core.
“Cian.” She breathed. “I want you. Fuck me,” she said, her body still twitching from her release.
“Mmm. But you’re so delicious.” He glided his lips once through her folds, and her body jerked. “How’s a man to stop?”
Just as her body stilled, his tongue was on her again, making small circles, tracing around her clit. She inhaled sharply at the touch.
“Cian, I can’t. It’s too much. I need you.”
“I told you darlin’, you need to be punished for doubting yourself. We can’t have you doing that again.”
While she rode the waves of her last orgasm, he quickly pulled another from her. Hands clutching the round flesh of her ass, he lifted her hips up off the mattress, working his mouth over her tender flesh until she was coming apart at the seams. Pulling his hair, she threw her head back and screamed his name as pleasure rippled through her body once more.
He laid her back on the mattress, moving up her body until his face was even with hers as he lay on his side next to her.
“Cian.” A whisper escaped her lips. Her eyelids fluttered—she wanted to see the expression on his face, what was in his eyes, but a delicious heaviness settled into every part of her, making it impossible to keep her eyes open.
“Your turn.” She smiled weakly. A deep, rich chuckle vibrated against her skin. “In just a minute. A day. Maybe a month.”
“That was my turn, darlin’.” He growled, his lips pressed to her shoulder. His teeth grazed skin sensitive from pleasure, and she hissed in a sharp breath. “Nothing pleases me more than watching you fall apart because of me.”
“I’m not sure you know what punishment means.” His lips traveled a path from her shoulder to her neck, and she hummed low in her throat as she again flushed with arousal. Rolling over onto her side to face him, she slid one leg up onto his hip, wiggling until the tip of his cock teased her entrance.
“Is that so?”
“Mm hmm.” She pressed her lips to his, sweeping her tongue inside, the taste of her release on his lips so deliciously naughty. Running her hand down his chest, she felt the cold steel of his nipple ring under her palm and let out a soft moan, causing his cock to jump at her core.
“Hold that thought.” She whimpered as he twisted his torso and reached for his bedside drawer, blindly retrieving a foil packet. The air on her skin was cold as he tore into it, sheathing himself in the condom before pressing his heat against her once more.
“Maybe I should try again, then.” Thrusting his hips forward, he pressed his cock deep inside her and held it there, making her gasp. He withdrew slowly and then worked himself back in, her inner walls clenching, pulling, drawing him in deeper and deeper.
“Maybe instead, you’d like a small taste of what those nipple rings you seem to like so much feel like.” Running his hand up her side, he cupped her breast, massaging it under his palm.
Moaning loudly, she pressed her breast into his hand and wrapped her leg more tightly around him, her core tightening around him with excitement at the thought.
Increasing his speed, he started to pump inside of her, at the same time rolling her nipple between two fingers, gently at first, then adding pressure. He continued to move in and out as he increased the tension on her nipple until it was both unbearable and electric, his fingers igniting a need she hadn’t known she had as their bodies moved at a frantic pace.
“Fuck.” The strain in his voice told her just how close he was to release. She wanted to tease him, to urge him on, but found herself distracted by the pleasure that was impossibly coiling inside of her again.
“Harder, Cian. Harder.” She nipped his shoulder, kissed his neck as she followed his movements with her own, his rigid length stretching her wide and filling her deep.
Releasing her nipple, he gave her only a moment to gasp over the sting, and then he replaced his fingers with his mouth and pulled her nipple in between his teeth, biting down.
“Aah!” She dragged her nails down his back as she tossed her head back in release. At the same time, Cian shouted her name, thrusting hard once, twice, three times, shuddering as he emptied himself.
For what felt like an eternity, they lay still in each other arms, gasps rasping in and out, the exhalations jagged in the otherwise still air. Sarah was just starting to catch her breath again when Cian braced his weight on those amazingly defined arms and slowly pulled himself from her
She didn’t like the empty feeling left behind.
“Cian…” She swallowed hard, wincing at how dry her throat suddenly felt. She’d started this…well, whatever this was with him…as a way of claiming her independence. Now, just a little over a month since she’d landed on Irish soil, it seemed deeper. Bigger.
More than just sex. And while her heart was jumping up and down with glee, her mind remembered all too well what circumstances had brought her here.
Could she really learn about herself by getting sucked into another relationship?
Seemingly content to just lie beside her, Cian stroked his hand down her upper arm. The touch wasn’t meant to soothe, wasn’t meant to arouse—it didn’t seem to have any meaning beyond the fact that he wanted to touch her.
Her heart contracted painfully, the realization going straight to her head like a shot of whiskey.
She was falling in love with him. No—she was already in love. No, it probably wasn’t the smartest thing, getting involved with someone when she was supposed to be taking time for herself. But when he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in close, their chests pressed together, his breath stirring strands of her tangled hair, she knew she couldn’t possibly let him go.
…
Cian sat at the tiny table in the kitchen of Sarah’s flat, a mug of tea clutched in one hand. When he realized that he’d been thinking of it as her place even though he was the one who owned it, he couldn’t help the snort that escaped.
Her mark wa
s everywhere. The amber colored bottles that she’d lined up on the windowsill because she’d liked their shape. Her sweater tossed over the back of the couch. The sweet scent of her shampoo steaming out from the bathroom where she was taking a shower. Even the mug holding his tea, one she’d gotten from Nell’s shop, which boasted a colorful painting of her astrological sign.
She’d made her mark here, in the flat, in the town, in his life. And when he thought about the fact that she only had another six weeks or so left before she was scheduled to go back home, his stomach tightened into a nasty knot that his tea couldn’t soothe.
Having left home the moment he was old enough, he’d spent years seeing everything there was to see and doing all the things he’d wanted to do. He knew that when people looked at him, they didn’t see the truth of what was inside him.
The truth was that from the moment he’d returned to Ceanmore he’d been settling into the life he was ready for now. No longer was he eighteen and eager to get into pub brawls and bed strange women in countries whose names he couldn’t even pronounce. Buying the pub, and the building he was in right now, had been his first step toward making a life that could eventually support a family.
And right here, listening to the water running in Sarah’s shower while he sipped tea in the other room—that was just one of a million different scenes he wanted to share with her for the rest of his life. It was quick, certainly, but he knew what he wanted, and what he wanted was her.
The water in the small bathroom shut off with a clank of old pipes, and he heard the metallic sound of the curtain rings on the rod as they were pulled to one side. He knew that she would wrap herself in a towel, tucking the end in neatly before doing anything else—no wandering the apartment naked for her, not unless he coaxed her into in. He knew lots of little things about her by now, just as he knew that if he told her exactly what territory his thoughts had veered into, she’d get that deer in the headlights look and start to slowly back away.
Kiss of the Irish (Foreign Fling) Page 14