I’ve never been this nervous. Not even the first time.
But desire outweighs my fears.
I nod. Every cell in my body is screaming for his touch.
Slowly, he removes my pants, sliding them down my thighs, the callused tips of his fingers rough against my skin.
I watch him as his hands go to the waistband of his jeans. His long fingers unbutton the top metal button, exposing his dark boxer briefs. Curling his fingers in the material, he peels the jeans and briefs down over his thighs and his enormous erection springs free.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I let my gaze linger on the thick length of his erection. Heavy veins strain against satiny flesh, and a small drop of pre-cum glistens at the tip of the bulging head.
Even his cock is gorgeous.
He takes my hand, his other palm resting on my waist, as he guides me into the shower.
Warm water sprays over us, but even with the heat, I can’t help but shiver when he reaches out and strokes the back of his knuckles across the swell of my breast.
A nervous energy races through me.
It’s crazy and wild, and so like nothing I’ve ever done before.
“Ye’re so fucking beautiful, Delaney.” His deep brogue rolls across my flesh, and with the combination of his touch, I can feel the liquid heat between my legs.
I breathe in deeply, trembling as he moves closer. My back is pressing against the cool tile, and the length of his erection pressing into my belly. My core clenches in anticipation.
“Cillian.” I love the sound of his name on my lips.
My head falls back as his teeth rake across my shoulder. His hands roam over my back, cupping my ass, then trail across my hips and stomach, up to my breasts, playing and teasing the nipples.
The sensation is almost too much, but I want more. I want all of him.
His hands slide to my ass again, lifting me.
I wrap my legs around his narrow waist, and I feel the head of his cock against my pussy. I moan against his lips, squirming against him, needing to feel the full length of him inside me.
His lips are on my shoulder, my collarbone, my neck, his tongue stroking the sensitive skin as his hand moves between us and his fingers find my clit.
A thin cry of pleasure escapes my throat.
So good.
Every erogenous zone in my body vibrates with pleasure.
“My God, Delaney.” His voice is a rough growl against my lips as he kisses me again, harder, more demanding.
He strokes my clit and I fight to breathe through the incredible sensations. A tsunami of emotions and erotic pleasure roll through me.
His hand braces against the wall, while his other tightens on my hip. He places his forehead against mine and breathes out harshly.
“I need to get ye into bed before I fuck ye right here.”
I moan, wrapping my arms around his neck as he turns off the water and carries me, my legs wrapped around his hips, arms around his neck, to the bedroom.
A shiver races through me as my back hits the cool mattress.
“Are ye cold?” He crawls over me, spreading my thighs with his knee, mouth and hands kissing, touching, warming every part of me from the inside out.
“No.” The word comes out as a whimper as his tongue flicks out over my nipple, circling it, before drawing it into the heat of his mouth.
I barely know the man, and yet my body is responding to him in ways I’ve never experienced. In my head, I know it’s just lust that connects us. But it’s more intense than any emotion I’ve ever felt.
Just sex, I remind myself.
Maybe it’s good I’ll be leaving soon. Because I know how easy it’ll be to confuse it for something else. Something neither of us are able to handle.
Chapter 10
Cillian
She looks fucking gorgeous spread out on my bed.
I trail my hand down her inner thigh, spreading her legs wider, and moving between them.
“Damn, ye’re hot,” I murmur, kissing a trail down her breasts, her stomach, licking and tasting her soft, perfect flesh.
Her whimper fills the room as my tongue swipes through her slit, then circles her clit. Her fingers tangle in my hair, and she arches to meet my tongue. She trembles as I lick her again, teasing her clit with my thumb.
I can feel her eyes on me, watching as I taste her.
“Please,” she moans.
My tongue strokes and teases, plunging deep, filling her.
“Tell me what ye want, love,” I growl out.
“I want you inside of me,” she says breathlessly, shuddering when I flick my thumb across her clit. “Please.”
Pulling out a condom from the nightstand, I quickly sheath myself, needing more than anything to be inside her.
I start slow, taking her hands from my chest and lacing our fingers together above her head.
Rocking my hips into hers, her mouth opens in a silent cry.
God, she’s so tight, her muscles clenching around me, milking my cock until I’m struggling for control.
I surge inside of her, hard and deep.
She lets out a small gasp, her muscles clenching around my length.
I give her a moment to adjust to my size, and give myself a moment to gain some semblance of control.
My cock throbs almost violently inside of her, and I can feel her pussy ripple around me. The sensation is almost too much, and I have to clench my back teeth not to come.
She strains against me, her hips meeting mine with every thrust.
“Harder,” she whimpers, eyes closed, face flushed with pleasure.
Her legs wrap around my waist, her arms around my neck as she arches towards me, trying to drive me deeper.
My self-control is disintegrating. She’s like a drug hammering through my veins.
One touch.
One taste.
I want more. One night won’t be enough.
But it’s going to have to be.
I can’t let my emotions get tied up. She doesn’t belong here. And even if she did, I don’t have room in my life for someone like her. Someone who’ll demand more than I can give – everything.
Her cries fill my bedroom, and I nearly lose my sanity. Her muscles tighten around me, and I know she’s close. I can feel her body vibrating with the need of her release.
“So beautiful,” I growl into her mouth, as I kiss her hard.
She may be gone tomorrow, but she’s mine tonight. And I’m sure as hell going to enjoy her while she’s here.
Chapter 11
Delaney
I hold onto Cillian as he rides me hard and deep, shocked by my own desperate cries, but even more shocked by the pleasure ripping through me.
I cry out and arch my hips. The pressure building in my clit is almost unbearable.
My mind and body completely unravel. The sensations building inside of me are almost too much.
I’m so close.
He lunges inside me with a rhythm that leaves me fighting to hold on to my sanity.
The sensation is fierce and addictive.
I’m at the edge, blind to anything but the pleasure he’s giving me.
“Let go, Delaney,” he growls out.
And I do.
I don’t just come, I explode. White hot rapture consumes me, and I’m left fragmented. My mind is ripped of any reason, just all-consuming pleasure.
I’m lost.
I’m only distantly aware of him thrusting one last time before he collapses on top of me, burying his face against my neck and groaning with his own release.
Wow.
Wow.
Wow.
Have a mind-blowing orgasm.
I didn’t even think it was possible. I’ve never been able to have an orgasm during sex, at least not without some other stimulation. But he didn’t just make me come, he blew my freaking mind.
My body is still pulsing with the aftereffects. It felt like a dream, but he was better than any drea
m or fantasy I’d ever had.
When he shifts onto his forearm and looks down at me, hunger blazing in his blue eyes, a wicked grin playing at his lips, I know holding my heart back from him won’t just be difficult, it’ll be damn near impossible.
He presses his mouth to mine quickly before rolling away. I feel the loss of his heat and shiver. He gets out of bed, discarding the condom in the bathroom, before coming back to the bedroom, then grabbing a pair of jogging pants from the dresser.
I pull the comforter over my body. My clean clothes are in my suitcase, and despite everything we just did together, I’m suddenly self-conscious. There’s no way I’m getting out of bed and trekking across the room naked.
I’ll wait until he leaves.
He roughs his hand over his scruff and looks at me. I can’t tell what he’s thinking. I can never tell what he’s thinking. He’s so damn guarded all the time.
“That was…”
“Mind-blowing,” I offer.
He chuckles, some of the tension leaving him. “I guess ye get to cross off two things on yer list.”
“Yeah.” I smile.
“I’m glad I could be of service.” I know he’s teasing, but I want more from him than just light banter.
Just sex, Delaney, I remind myself.
He glances at the door, and I wonder if he’s trying to think of a way to leave without hurting my feelings.
“You don’t have to worry.”
“About what?” His eyes narrow on me.
“Hurting my feelings. You can go if you want.”
He drags his hand over the back of his neck. “I was actually thinking I wouldn’t mind staying in here tonight. If ye don’t mind. The couch isn’t made for sleeping.”
Oh.
My heart hammers a little faster in my chest. I nod.
His lips twitch up slightly. After he turns off the lights, he pulls the comforter down beside me and crawls in. He lies on his back, placing a hand behind his head, staring up at the ceiling.
We lay in silence, and I wonder what he’s thinking. My own brain is a chaos of thoughts and emotions, and I wish I could turn it off, like he appears to have done.
Enjoy the moment.
I ache in places I didn’t even know existed. It’s a good ache. A reminder of the pleasure we shared.
His thigh touches mine, but the rest of his body is pulled away from me.
I sigh. There’s no way I’m going to sleep now. My head is spinning and I’m still naked.
“What’s wrong?” he grumbles.
“Nothing.”
“Delaney.” It’s a command.
I start to get out of bed, but he reaches out and captures me around the waist, pulling me back into bed with him. He’s on top of me, and the warmth of his bare chest against my breasts makes my nipples harden.
“Where are ye going?”
“To get something to sleep in.”
His callused fingers roam across my skin, and his lips press against the sensitive skin below my ear. “But I like ye like this.”
A tremble races through me. “It’s not fair.”
“What isn’t?”
“You’re dressed.”
He chuckles. “No, I guess that isn’t fair, is it?”
A second later, his pants are discarded on the floor, and he pulls me back to him so that my back is against his chest, and my ass is snug against his already semi-hard erection.
A murmur of pleasure leaves my throat, my body already wanting more.
“Goodnight, Delaney,” he growls against my ear, his scruff tickling my neck.
I yawn. “You can’t expect me to sleep when you’re holding me like this.”
He chuckles, his thumb flicking across my nipple. “Close yer eyes.”
I moan, but my eyes close, and I’m suddenly aware of how exhausted I am. But this – cuddling – it’s totally against the rules he set out. Isn’t it?
“But–”
“Sleep.” His voice is softer now, his breathing steadier.
Melting into the warmth of his arms, I allow myself a moment to enjoy his touch. I have no delusions that it means anything more than what it is. But it’s…nice.
No.
It’s perfect.
Even if I just get this one night, this trip has been worth it. No matter how messed up my life will be when I get back.
Find your happiness. Maeve’s words whisper in my mind.
Cillian woke my heart up to both. It doesn’t matter what tomorrow brings, I’ll always be grateful for what he gave me tonight.
Chapter 12
Cillian
Delaney’s soft body is draped over me, her fingers curled on my chest, and a sleepy smile quirks on her lips.
Last night was incredible. Not just the sex, but falling asleep with her in my arms.
I don’t cuddle – ever. But there’s this insane need inside me to keep her close, like if I don’t, she’ll disappear.
Which I know she’s going to. As soon as her car is fixed, she’ll be gone.
My phone rings from somewhere. It’s just a soft hum, but it makes her stir.
I grunt, and slide from her grip, grabbing a new pair of jeans and boxer briefs.
Delaney mutters something in her sleep, then tosses, pulling a pillow over her head.
My phone is in the bathroom with the pile of discarded clothes. I grunt again when I see Aiden’s name displayed on the screen. I know what he’s calling about – Owen.
I overreacted last night. Lost my fucking cool when I saw him touching Delaney. But it’ll be a cold day in hell if he thinks I’ll apologize for it. He may not have done anything wrong last night, but it sure felt good to feel my knuckles smack into his smug face.
Ignoring Aiden’s call, I go to the kitchen and start a pot of coffee, then pull out the eggs and bread from the fridge.
My phone rings again, but this time it’s Tommy. I know it’s about the damn car before I pick up, and something in my chest tightens. Sure, this thing between Delaney and I is just a fling, but I’m not ready to let her go – not yet.
“Bad news,” Tommy says when I answer.
“Tell me.”
“I’ve looked at the car, and it’s pretty much a write-off.”
“Shit.”
“What do ye want me to do?”
With a heavy breath, I rub the muscles in my neck, and glance toward the hall. “I’ll talk to Delaney and get back to ye.”
I don’t know much about her financial situation, but I know she was struggling enough before the accident to have to sleep in her car to afford this trip. I can’t imagine she has the money to pay off the vehicle. There must be some sort of payment plan the company can come up with. A way so that she won’t have to go bankrupt. For her sake, I hope so. I text Tommy back and ask him to look into it.
Part of me wonders if I should wake her and let her know, but there’s no way an extra half-hour of sleep will hurt her already grim situation.
I pull out a frying pan and set it on the stove. I don’t even have time to crack the eggs before my phone is buzzing again.
This time, it’s Emer. I answer, knowing that if I don’t the woman will be over here pounding on my door.
Hell, I’m surprised she isn’t here already with Shane and Aiden as back-up. It’s why I spent the past three months in Dublin. Because if they know where I am, they’ll hound me every minute of the day.
The need to run, to get out of town and forget my problems, pulls at me. And when I hear Emer’s judgmental voice when I answer her call, I know I’ve got to come up with an evacuation plan, ASAP.
Chapter 13
Delaney
A thunderous voice jerks me from sleep. “Bullshit.”
I blink, trying to orient myself.
Cillian. It’s his deep voice that booms down the hall, and the angrier he gets, the more his brogue thickens.
Grabbing a pair of jogging pants and a t-shirt from my suitcase, I put them on, then tiptoe down
the hall, hovering in the doorway of the kitchen where Cillian has his back to me, pacing as he argues with whoever is on the other end of the phone.
He’s wearing a pair of faded jeans, but his chest is bare, his muscles bunching and tensing, strength rippling with even the slightest movement. I can’t help but study him, to memorize every detail of his body.
Perfection. Hard, beautiful, ink-covered perfection.
Memories of his hands on my body, bringing every nerve ending to life, has me pressing my thighs together at the soft ache that starts to form there.
Emotions fill every crevice of my chest. Blatant desire mixed with the heartbreaking reality that I only have a short time left with him.
One day.
One week.
I don’t know how long I’ll be able to stay here, but soon I’ll have to move on.
Already, my heart and body are protesting it.
Don’t be silly, Delaney. It was just sex. Really, really good sex – but still just sex.
I try to calm my reaction to him, but I can’t help the way he makes me feel. Like I’m alive again. Maybe this is the rush Maeve was seeking. The chaos of not knowing, of throwing caution to the wind, of living every day like it’s my last.
“I don’t care what ye think ye know. I’ll believe my own damn eyes over–” He stops his rant when he sees me, then grumbles roughly, “I’m not going to argue with ye again. I have to go.”
He ends the call and puts the phone down on the counter. For a moment, we stand in awkward silence.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“Trust me, ye did me a favor.”
“Your brother?”
He turns and pours me a cup of coffee, then hands it to me. “Worse. Emer. Don’t cross an Irish woman with a point to prove.”
I chuckle. “I like her. And she seems to really care about you.”
“Yeah.” He rolls his eyes. “Not sure ye’d say that if ye heard the way she laid into me this morning.” Frowning, he goes silent and rubs the back of his neck. “Ye feeling okay?”
I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and nod.
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