She Likes It Irish (10 page)

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Her professor/master’s thesis coordinator kept her fifteen minutes after class to discuss her progress, so she rushed all the way to the Student Union Building, hoping to catch Sean before he gave up on her meeting him for lunch.

She checked all the sitting areas, all the food kiosks, even the private rooms students could check out. No Sean. Disappointment swirled inside her as she realized he must have thought she wasn’t showing up and left. Maybe after last night he didn’t want to see her? Had the phone sex been a mistake? Too soon? Shit!

She bought something to drink and sat down at one of the tables in a section that saw the most traffic in case he came back around. Maybe he was just running late, like she was? She grabbed her phone to call him and saw a text from him from over a half hour ago.

“K—got held up in a meeting. Have to reschedule lunch. Sorry.”

Shit. That sounded like a brush off.

A second text from him came through as she was trying not to swallow her tongue.

“Won’t be able to sleep tonight without kissing you today. Can I see you tonight?”

She smiled. That did
not
sound like a brush off. She was preparing a response when a large pair of hands gripped her shoulders and a familiar voice tickled her ear. “You mad at me?”

Her heart fluttered in her chest and a wave of heat coursed through her as she inhaled Sean. If he mentioned last night, she’d die of embarrassment. Smiling, she leaned her head back to stare into his eyes.

“Furious. I’m going to have to charge you a penalty for missing a payment.”

He grinned as if he was relieved she wasn’t angry. “Name it.”

“A kiss. And make it a good one. I missed lunch and I’m starving.”

He leaned forward, his lips hovering over hers.

She closed her eyes and held her breath in anticipation of his kiss.

He kissed her fully on the mouth, the tip of his tongue gliding across her teeth, swirling inside her mouth, making her head spin and her nipples pucker. When she feared she would pass out from the sheer pleasure of the moment, his lips left hers. It was the kiss they would have shared last night had they been together.

Her eyes cracked open in time to see him raise his head and smile. “Did that satisfy your hunger?”

He slid into the chair beside her and took her hands in his. The heat in his eyes made her cheeks hot. Was he thinking about last night, too?

She shook her head. “It only made me want more.” She put her hand to his face and brushed his mouth with her thumb. “Do we have time now to adjust the schedule?”

He brought her hand to his mouth, kissing her palm. “Sorry, darlin’, no. I teach class in about ten minutes but, if you can wait until tonight, I’ll make it up to you.”

Her heart fluttered in her chest at the thought of how he’d make it up to her. “Call me. If I’m available, I’ll invite you over. If not, you’ll just have to—”

“Wait for you to call at one in the morning?”

Heat burned her face at his teasing comment. She laughed, lowered her eyes, and nodded. “Something like that.”

He leaned forward, ran a finger along her jaw, and brushed her mouth with his thumb. “Look at me, darlin’.”

She met his eyes. Their dark blue depths were filled with light today.

“I love that you did that. I love that you want me as much as I want you. I love—” His hands cupping her face, her eyes staring deep into hers, he looked like he was going to say something more to her, but the words never came.

He pulled her up against him and kissed her. A long, wet, deep kiss that left a passion fog hanging thick like a curtain of red velvet in her head. She groaned in his mouth and ground her hips against his, wanting more. Instead of giving her more, he eased back.

“Tonight.”

She smiled. “Tonight, what? We’ll actually deviate from the schedule, or you’ll torture me again with promises to deviate?”

With a damn, sexy grin, he dropped his arms from around her and stepped back, grabbed his backpack.

“You’ll have to let me up to your room to find out.” He turned and walked away.

She had gathered her things and headed off to her next class when another text buzzed in.

“See you at nine, Hazel?”

She grinned and texted him back. “Yes, no.”

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At just past eight, Sean’s personal ringtone blared and Kristin grabbed her phone.

“Are you always early?”

“For the important things I am. I’m dying to see you.”

“For?”

“Hugging.”

“And?”

“Kissing.”

“And?”

“And…I’ll tell you the rest when I get up to your room.”

“You’ll have to do better than
tell
me if I’m going to let you up.”

“How about I show you?”

“I’m on my way down.”

She quickly brushed her teeth, swished with mouthwash, and ran some balm over her lips. At the last minute, she removed her bra and panties, then rushed downstairs to escort him up to her room.

As soon as the door was closed behind them, Sean tore off his coat and slung it aside, grabbed Kristin around the waist, pulled her to him, and kissed her long and hard on the mouth like they hadn’t seen each other in weeks.

Her body was ready for him—hot, wet, and ready to be fucked. Fortunately, Zoe should be gone at least another hour, giving them time to do everything she’d been dreaming about since the first time she’d seen his face. They would not stop at kissing and touching tonight if she had her way.

Keeping their lips locked and her arms around him, she walked backward until she felt the edge of the bed against the back of her legs. She yanked his T-shirt over his head and pulled him down with her onto the bed, shivering with joy at the weight of his hard body on hers in contrast to the fit of his soft, firm mouth on hers.

He spread her thighs with his knee and tucked his leg against her core. She grabbed his ass and held him tight against her, grinding against his leg. The crotch of her yoga pants was already wet with desire for him, and she craved the feel of his fingers inside her, his tongue on her, his dick filling her, like they’d talked about last night.

He broke the kiss long enough to grab the hem of her shirt, and she bowed up to allow him to pull it off. He paused, staring at her breasts and smiling.

“Thoughtful of you, lass, to remove your bra for me.”

She smiled back. “Yes, it was. Now show me how much you appreciate it.”

He took her nipple in his mouth and sucked hard enough to tug at her womb and rip a groan from her mouth. His tongue and teeth took turns teasing and tasting the hard bud.

The moans and groans she released sounded a lot like, “Oh, Sean,” and, “the other one, too. Please,” because he gave the same delicious attention to the other breast.

Her head reeling and her body on fire, she wanted his hands and mouth everywhere, wanted him to finally satisfy her hunger. As if she’d spoken aloud, he slipped his hand into the tight space between their bodies and found his way past the low band of her yoga pants. She gasped as his fingers moved lower and lower, finally tickling the trimmed edge of her landing strip.

Noticing the absence of underwear, he paused, arched one eyebrow, and grinned at her, a question in his laughing eyes. “No clean panties?”

“I have a drawer full of clean panties. I chose not to wear any tonight.”

“I think I love you.”

“Less telling, more showing.”

His eyes locked with hers, he palmed her mound, and traced her aching folds with one long finger. Her needy, wet flesh easily parted at his touch and his finger plunged deeply. His hips moved against her, like it was his cock inside her and not his finger. She could see his pulse jump at his throat, but it was like he was holding his breath.

“Oh, Sean, yes. It is better in person.” Her eyes fluttered closed and her legs opened wider. She wrapped one leg around his back, making it easier for him to glide in and out of her pussy, building her desire. His thumb, slick and wet, rode her clit until it throbbed and she thrust up against his hand, begging for release.

She reached between their straining bodies and pulled at the strings on his sweats, untying them. “I have to touch you.” She stuck her hands into the waistband. No boxers stood between his hard dick and her eager hand. “No clean boxers?”

“I chose not to wear them.” His laugh sounded more like a groan as she wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked it.

Her fingers weren’t going even half way around his rod. And he was long. Math was never her best subject, so she could be off, but he felt nearly ten inches long and growing as she stroked him.

“God, you’re huge!”

“Is that a problem?”

For some reason, he sounded worried, but she purred in pure delight. “I think I love you.”

His eyes were closed and he was smiling. “Less telling, Kristin, more showing.”

“Roll over.”

He removed his hand from her pants and rolled to the side as she slid out from under him and knelt by the bed. He shifted and faced her.

She lifted his cock from his pants and took it firmly in her hand. She stroked its length, massaging the swollen head, getting to know the silky feel and clean smell of him. A drop of cock honey beaded at his slit, telling her he was turned on. He put his hand on her head gently. He obviously needed to hold on to something, because she was about to blow him away.

“This is what I wanted to do at the movie and last night,” she said and dipped her head, eager to taste him.

The door flew open.

“Kristin, you’ll never guess who I—”

Kristin spun toward Zoe’s voice, then back around to Sean, who moved his hand from her head.

“Oh my God,” Zoe said. “What are you…? Is that…? Oh, damn!”

Chapter Seven

“Shit!” Kristin murmured and put a pillow over Sean’s crotch so he could cover up. She took a last look to make sure he was decent before she grabbed her shirt and yanked it on. She then sat on the bed next to him.

“Thought-you-were-with-your-study-group.” Her words rushed out in one breath.

“We finished early. Hey, Sean.” Zoe’s voice carried that sexy come-fuck-me tone Kristin had heard her use on more guys than she could count, and it pissed her off.

Sean put his arm around Kristin’s shoulders, kissing the crown of her head. “Hey,” he muttered.

“We’re in the middle of something…” Kristin didn’t finish the curt sentence, thinking Zoe would understand her meaning.

“I can see that.”

“Then how about you go to Jessica’s or Addy’s for a half hour or so.”

She dropped her backpack on the floor by her bed, kicked off her boots, and pulled off her coat. “Why?”

Frustration answered for Kristin. “Why do you think?”

Zoe glared at her. “From what it looked like, you want to suck him and fuck him.”

Sean muttered something in Irish and shook his head at the crass frankness.

Kristin bit her lip to hold her tongue, not wanting this to escalate into something even more embarrassing and uncomfortable. “Come on. Give us some time alone.”

“Nope. I’m going to bed. But please—you guys go on with what you were doing. I don’t mind.” Facing Sean and Kristin, she pulled her sweater over her head and dropped it to the floor. She, too, was braless, and her nipples were hard tipped peaks, standing at attention on her pert breasts. She undid the snap on her jeans, lowered the zipper, then shimmied them over her hips and down her legs. Her pink see-through thong revealed a small diamond patch of neon pink curls.

“If you ask me nicely, I’ll even join you.”

She had hooked a finger on either side of the thong and pulled it down when Sean cursed in Irish again. He stood, found his shirt, and pulled it on, then grabbed his coat and headed for the door.

Kristin didn’t understand his words, but his tone was clear—he was disgusted. With her? Zoe? Or just the turn of events?

Kristin shot Zoe a look so sharp it could maim as she pulled on her yoga pants and slipped into her flips before following Sean out the door, slamming it behind her.

Sean and Kristin headed down the stairs in silence. She kept waiting for him to say something, anything, and prayed that he would. But they reached the front door of her building and he still hadn’t spoken, so she did.

“I’m guessing you’re not into threesomes?” She smiled to let him know she was joking. But he wasn’t amused.

“There’s something seriously wrong with that girl,” he said and yanked on his coat.

“She’s having a hard time since Mason broke up with her. She sees us, and I think she’s jealous.”

“What she did up there, that’s beyond jealous.”

“It’s just the way she is, but look, I don’t want to talk about her.” She slid her arms around his waist. “Let’s go to your room and finish what we started,” she whispered. “I want you in my mouth.”

He held her close and cupped his hand over her cheek. The smell of her pussy juice on his fingers made her want to beg him to take her.

“I want you, Kristin. But not in my room.”

The words hurt her to the quick. “Why not?”

“Darlin’, it’s a guys-only floor. They’ll be listening to our every sound, flogging themselves thinking about what you’re doing with me in my bed. I’d end up punching a couple of them after they looked at you.”

She eased back out of his arms, the frustration zipping through her body and making her words sharp. “You didn’t seem to have any trouble bringing those other girls to your room.”

The second it was out of her mouth, she wished she could bring it back. But the shocked look on Sean’s face told her it was impossible. She dropped her eyes, ashamed of herself. After a moment, she felt his hand on her face, lifting it so he could see her eyes and so she could see the truth in his.

“Those girls didn’t mean anything to me,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “You do.”

She threw herself against him and hugged him. “We can’t go to my room. We can’t go to your room. Do we just give up?”

He wrapped his arms around her for a deep and soulful kiss filled with a promise that he would find a way.