Irish Luck (4 page)

He looked up at her, before standing up fully. Not to be outdone, he cupped her breasts and fondled them while he talked. “You need something, love?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

He smirked. “Aye? What?”

“You.”

“That so?”

“Now!”

She slapped her hands over her mouth. Not in her entire life had she ever been so bold, so demanding in the bedroom. What about being with him had burned away her inhibitions? Doran laughed—a soft little chuckle from deep within him. It rumbled out of him like an air pocket in water.

“Yes, lass. Anything for you.”

With that, he undid his belt, unzipped his zipper, and pushed his boxer-briefs and jeans to the floor in one practiced movement. Stepping out of his shoes and clothes, he sat on the bed. He took her hands in his and pulled her to him. Looking up at her, Doran licked her belly button and kissed it hard. It sent chills skating across her flesh. She could not take any more.

“Stop teasing me!” Kenyatta grabbed a fistful of his hair.

Doran growled at the action, shot from the bed, scooped her up and laid her on the Carolina blanket. Kenyatta shrieks dissolved into giggles. It happened so fast and with fluidity. He’d nearly given her a heart attack, but her love button beat hot and fast with adrenaline. Darn it! He turned her on.

“Doran!”

He positioned himself between her knees, gently parting them. “You want me to stop teasing you?”

“Yes,” she breathed, her legs trembling, her heart racing.

“As you wish,” he said and pushed her thighs wide.

“Doran…”

Chapter Six

Doran didn’t answer. He let his hands drift down Kenyatta’s luscious curves and they spoke for him. She was his vision come true—his angel, his heaven. She trembled in his arms, but it wasn’t fear—not any more. Before him, her glistening pussy awaited his tongue. Inhaling her scent, Doran growled deep in his throat. Kenyatta made him crave to be a better man. Damn, this woman excited him! He ran his fingers down her puffy nether lips. Her legs quivered at his touch. Her hands found their way into his hair. Clutching his strands in her fist, Kenyatta moaned.

“Oh, Doran.” Encouraging him with words, Kenyatta clutched hard, yanked his face forward. “Take me in your mouth!”

Smiling at her sudden assertiveness, Doran parted her folds and kissed her nubbin. Teasing it with his tongue, her wetness soon covered his mouth. Sighing at her sweetness, he pulled her pelvis forward. His appetite renewed, her honey tasted the way he knew it would. Delicious. Sensual. Sexy. He licked her heat, making her writhe. His cock ached; he was so hard for her. Damn, he’d been ready for a woman like Kenyatta forever. Pulling a breath, he smiled at that thought.

Hooking his hands around her thighs, he leaned in gain to taste her love. He sucked her nether lips gently. Kenyatta thrust harder against his face when his mouth found her clit. She shrieked again. Nothing could sound better than Kenyatta being pleasured by him! Her sexy little triangle begged for him to make it sing in lust and that’s what he meant to do. He’d delay indulging his own need for
hers
.

All he dreamed of lay sprawled before him—her sex open wide for him, an offering, an invitation to join with her.

And he partook.

He ran his tongue over the hard edge of her cleft again and again, tasting her, teasing her and flicking her hot button. He enjoyed her moaning and groaning, pleasing and begging for more. She pressed herself against his face, her legs locked around his neck. Breathing in sips, Doran loved it. Sucking her clit faster, he put three fingers inside.

“Come on, lass,” he encouraged.

He wanted her to climax, for her to flood his mouth with her delicious juices. He wanted her to come because of
him
. Before long, Kenyatta’s labor breathing accelerated. Her thighs rose, muscles tensing in anticipation of her approaching summit.

And orgasm she did, shouting as desire rushed through her. Doran looked up at her. Kenyatta’s face had been warmed by the rush of pleasure, and her bottom lip had been caught between her teeth as she rode it out. She looked so delectable. Tousled hair and the rush of sex had made her sexier, scorching hot. A sensual sinful vision, Kenyatta smiled.

Doran wanted her so badly; he had to concentrate on not ripping off his clothes and taking her. “That’s my baby.” He kissed her thigh. “Yes, taste so damn good.”

Kiss. Kiss. Nip. Suck. He couldn’t stop tormenting her clit.

“Doran!” Kenyatta’s entire lower torso shot off the bed, propelled by muscles that appeared to contort independently. They quivered from the orgasm. Her eyes opened wide as she gasped.

He smiled as he got to his feet. In the glow of the room’s Carolina lamp, he removed his shirt, and stepped out of his shoes. In this room too, tile had been laid. There didn’t appear to be carpet any place in Mr. Silver’s mansion, but then he hadn’t been in each and every room. He grinned as he thought about making love to her in each room. Silver would probably kill him, but it would be worth it.

“Oh, well, darn it!” Kenyatta whispered a breath before her incredibly gentle hands wrapped around his throbbing and still rigid cock. It brought him back to her.

Swallowing a groan, he positioned himself at the apex of her opening. “Tell me. Is this what you want?”

Putting his hands around hers—still holding his cock—he met her gaze. She closed her eyes in thought. With carefulness, she removed her hands from him. He clenched his teeth. His balls ached for release.

He gripped the head of his cock and ran it across her wetness. Shuddering himself, he had to hold back a few minutes more. Absolutely and without a doubt, he loved Kenyatta, but she’d been very reluctant. He knew she liked him, and their chemistry could set off fire alarms in a ten-block radius. But he would not proceed without her expressed consent.

With the helmet of his cock jutting forward, seemingly pointing at her partially shaved pussy, he waited. He smiled in the soft light as his cock acted like an arrow directing him to Kenyatta’s paradise. Yes, he would find knowledge and peace between her thighs, but the real gift resided in her heart. That was the true destination tonight and Doran knew the road to get there may be plagued with twists and turns.

“Ken,” he called. “Did you hear me?”

“Yes, goodness, yes! Why keep me waiting with all these words? Fuck me, already!”

Doran’s heart leapt into his throat, and with a growl unfurling he buried himself in her moist heat. Unable to slow down or stop the force racing through him, Doran penetrated deeper inside her. Kenyatta grasped at him as her legs locked around his waist, pinning him to her. Doran felt her nails dig into his back, clawing for more, demanding all of him.

As if he would ever deny her. Giving her all of him, Doran bit his lower lip and tried to stem the heat zipping up his spine. She was so ready and hot. Fighting not to finish early, he closed his eyes. When her inner walls hugged him, peace descended on him. Here. This place was where he belonged. 

“Doran!” she gasped his name. Saturated with pleasure, she groaned out his name again. “Doran…”

She should always say his name. Just. Like. That.

He grinned at her. So close to climax, he increased the speed for both of them. Damn it. He didn’t want a quickie, but she felt so damn good.

“Kenyatta—woman! See what you do to me!”

He could feel her gripping his cock, milking it for greater effect. He reached down and stroked her clit in time to his increasing thrusts. Wetness coated his fingers. Her hold on him tightened. So close he could feel it in her increased moans.

“Oh, fuck me, Doran!”

When she ground out his name like that he nearly came.”

She screamed as the orgasm tore through them both. It had come so suddenly, Doran’s ripped so fast and he shouted so loud his throat burned.

Panting, drenched in sweat, they collapsed to the single-sized bed and he yanked her into his arms. The moment he withdrew, still hard, he wanted to be lodged back inside her—home. God, he loved her.

Doran spooned against her and closed his eyes as the bliss of lovemaking receded.

Feeling Doran’s body heat and sweat sealing him close to her body, Kenyatta tried to slow down her heart’s fast hammering. She did it. For all her attempts to fight it, she gave in to her hunger for Doran.
Now what happens?
Did she pretend it didn’t? She slept with a co-worker. Lordy. Despite the second rocketing climax, Kenyatta’s doubt tried to creep into as her pleasure waned. Behind her, Doran lifted her head, and adjusted the pillows. He climbed over her, stepping over piles of discarded clothes to reach the light switch. He shut the door, turned out the light, and climbed back into bed, careful no to crush her.  She smiled when Doran’s arm snaked around her waist and gently yanked her back, flank against him. He wanted her, and even though nothing had been sorted out completely, she wanted him too.

“Ken?” Doran croaked, his breath warm against her hair.

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

Her breathing hitched and she snuggled back into his arm. Strong words, maybe even influenced by the hormones they’d both just released. Pheromones could make a man promise the moon, but it didn’t mean he would load the rocket in the morning. But Doran was different. She’d never felt so darn settled with a man. She didn’t want to leave or remember where her purse was. Those fears fell away when she was with Doran. Kenyatta pushed all thoughts aside as the alcohol, anxiety and physical demands of the day drained the last of her energy. Her eyelids grew heavier and she stifled a yawn.

As they lowered, she heard Doran whisper, “Sleep, my baby. I’ll be here when you wake.”

It sounded corny to her logical brain, but her heart melted that he wanted to stay. As sleep claimed her, Kenyatta thought that made perfect sense.

After all, tonight was her lucky night.

Across the room, the Carolina blue painted clock gave the time as ten before midnight. Doran listened to Kenyatta’s soft snores. He could get used to a life filled with her in it. The part-time contact via work had left him craving more interaction with her. Working together might put a strain on their budding relationship, though honestly he didn’t see how. He’d heard other people in the office discussing how hard it was to work with their spouse or lover. Frowning, he shook his head, his eyes taking in Kenyatta’s smooth skin and soft roundness in the faint moonlit room. Not even when her smooth skin wrinkled and dimpled or when the softness became rough he wouldn’t leave her. She felt so delectable in his arms. His hand held her close, kept her there, but no force on earth could make her stay with him. When they connected tonight, he knew at once he would not be able to live without her. Confessing his love, a love he’d held in trust in his heart for months, attempting to hide its glow from her watchful and sometimes distrustful eyes had been a challenge.