She Likes It Irish (8 page)

She chuckled at his half question. “Some do.”

“Do you?”

“I like guys who go after what they want.”

“Even if what they want is you?”

“Only if I want them back.”

He took her hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing her palm, swirling his tongue at her wrist.

“Do you want me?”

At his question her heart rose in her chest like a helium balloon, and shivers spread like fire across her body. His eyes were hot, needy as they held hers, and she felt dizzy with the desire she saw and felt.

“Are you a bad guy?” She’d meant the words to be funny and light, but they came out scratchy and almost inaudible as they passed through the need stuck in her dry throat.

“I’ll tell you plain, Kristin…it’s you I want. And it’s you I’ll have. If that makes me a bad guy, then so be it.”

His mouth found hers, giving sweet hot kisses that ignited her blood. He held her head closer, opened his mouth wider over hers, and tilted his head to better fit their mouths together. His tongue found hers, and together they conducted a symphony of carnal delight.

She slipped her hand inside his T-shirt and ran her fingers across his hard stomach, up to his smooth chest where she traced the flat button of his nipple until it peaked. Feeling his heart pounding against her hand, she explored his chest thoroughly, letting her fingers dance across his ribs and the defined muscles of his stomach, before moving down to the band of his jeans that barricaded the part of him she wanted most.

The very part stiffening beneath her bottom.

She couldn’t help but give a little wiggle, just to entice him. His sharp intake of breath pleased her, telling her that despite the control he seemed to have over his urges, he wasn’t immune to her.

Breaking the kiss, he shifted her around in his lap so that her back faced their neighbor, giving them more privacy. She watched as his fingers went to work undoing the closed buttons of her shirt. His fingers moved slowly, taking care and building the heat and tension in her body.

“Since that first night I saw your breasts, I’ve wanted to see them again. Wanted to taste them,” he said when all the buttons were loose and her shirt hung open almost to her navel. “I’m going to do that tonight.”

She was nearly breathless from his words and his actions, so she nodded her acceptance of his plan. He slid a finger under the flap of material and moved it aside, then moved the material on the other side, too. He made no move to touch the two rounded breasts heaving out of her lacy bra like she hoped he would, but lowered his head and brushed his lips along her jaw line, against her neck, and across her chest.

“I want you, Kristin,” he whispered into her feverish skin.

“I want you, too,” left her lips just as his mouth reached her breasts, and she gasped and grabbed his head in anticipation. His mouth swept across each half-moon in a languid crawl, his tongue tracing the path his parted lips traveled. He rolled his tongue around her hard nipples through her bra, sucking and nipping each one in turn.

Fingers in his hair, she held his head to her breast in case he was tempted to stop. Then he did stop, and she heard herself whimper a protest.

Biting the front clasp of her bra with his teeth, he twisted it until it popped open, releasing her breasts. He buried his face between them and turned his head back and forth to nudge aside the cups with his nose and chin. Her breasts exposed, nipples reaching up to his mouth, he stared at them, a hungry grin on his shadowed face. Then his eyes met hers. They were soft and drowsy as if he were drunk on the taste of her. “Ready, darlin’?” he whispered.

At her nod, he kissed her mouth then kissed down her face, her neck, her chest. He licked the nipple of one breast, and she about came out of his lap. He put his mouth on it, sucking it lightly into his mouth, nipping the point with his teeth, circling it with his tongue. His hand cupped the other breast, bringing it closer to his mouth so he could treat it with the same attention. When both tips were hard and wet, he breathed on them, the cool breath tightening the points further. He sucked each of them hard, sending pleasure roaring deep inside her body.

Kristin bit down on her lip to keep a chorus of moans from escaping her mouth. She was torn between enjoying everything he had in mind and ripping his jeans down and sucking his cock—the crowd be damned. But his mouth shifting from breast to breast had caught her up in a frenzy of feeling that she didn’t want to let go of.

Wetness dampened the crotch of her jeans and she squirmed in his lap, pressing her thighs together, trying to relieve a tingling pussy that cried out for attention. She was panting, unable to catch a full breath. Her eyes and ears were unfocused, but her mind was sharp on the tornado of pleasure roaring inside her.

His mouth left her breasts and found her mouth seconds before the lights came up. With a muffled curse, he broke off the kiss and hugged her to his chest, helping to hide her breasts until she could adjust her clothing.

In a blinding, dizzying fog of desire, with fingers that didn’t seem to belong to her, she snapped her bra then buttoned her shirt. Her legs felt boneless and unable to stand. By the feel of the bulge tightening his jeans, he would need a few minutes as well. They remained seated while everyone around them filed out.

Embarrassed to let him see the raw and naked desire so close to the surface, she avoided his eyes, but she could feel his gaze on her hot face. His finger brushed along her jaw. Her face burned but she raised her eyes to his.

“That wasn’t on the schedule,” she teased. “I would have remembered.”

“It’s part of the movie experience,” he said, his breath finally returning to normal.

“Hmm. Like snacks?”

He laughed. “Exactly.”

“Here in the U.S., we just grab a bag of popcorn and a soft drink.”

“I like the Irish way better.” The way his gaze shifted to her breasts then back to her face made her crave his touch.

She dropped her eyes. “Me, too.”

He pulled her back against him and pressed his cheek to her head, inhaling deep as if he were breathing in the scent of her.

“Are you sniffing me?” she asked, touched by the tender act.

“Makes me hungry, you smell so good.”

Sharp need replaced soft tenderness as she imagined him satisfying that hunger.

After the movie crowd cleared, they stood and walked out, arms around each other. It staggered her how much closer she felt to him. As if one simple act of intimacy had opened their hearts to each other, giving each other a bigger slice of real estate to claim as their own.

Although what she wanted more than anything was to run back to her dorm so she could convince him to deviate from the schedule, he took his time, talking to her, taking time to stop and kiss and hug in the cool night air. It was as if he knew her plan and wasn’t going to let it happen.

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The woman was driving him mad with need. And she knew it. Was pulling out all the stops to get him to deviate from their schedule and make love to her. Having her lovely arse sitting on his cock during the movie had turned him inside out. He hadn’t planned to suck her breasts in the middle of the fucking movie but they were right there, her nipples hard and practically begging him to take them. When he’d started unbuttoning her shirt and she didn’t stop him, he couldn’t stop himself. He would have them or die. The taste of her nipples in his mouth almost sent him over the edge. He had been ready to take her right there when the lights came up. Now, he was this close to saying to hell with the schedule.

He drew in a deep breath, trying to get control restored to his system so he wouldn’t act out of pure emotion, pure lust. He’d never felt this discombobulated before. Not with a woman. What spell had this American woman cast on him? In such a short time, he already saw her as his. His heart did somersaults when he realized he didn’t want it to end. He stopped and pulled her in for another kiss. He couldn’t seem to get enough of her mouth. With her, he felt right. It felt easy. Fun. And really good.

“Next time, we’ll get there early so we can get a seat where we can see the screen,” he said.

“Oh, I don’t know,” she said, “I thought we had the best seat in the place.”

It pleased him that she meant their back-row love making. “You liked it, huh?”

She nodded.

“What was your favorite part?”

“Chris Hemsworth.”

She chuckled at the look of surprise and disgust that he was sure had materialized on his face at her answer.

“Hemsworth? He’s what does it for ya, huh?”

She grinned at him. “As a matter of fact—”

“No, don’t even say it. You’ll pay for that nasty remark.”

“Oh, will I, now?” she said, mimicking his accent. “And just who will be collecting from me? You, Sean Patrick O’Neill?”

“Glad to see you got the name right, love.”

He took a step toward her, and she retreated. He took another, and the fire in her eyes sent him chasing her across the crusty grass, her laughing the whole way. She zigged, he zagged. He rushed, she swerved. Rounding a light pole, she grabbed hold of it and swung back around and into him where he easily caught her. Giggling at their fun, she taunted him. Kissed him. Teased him.

“Now that you got me, what are you going to do with me?”

Lightning fast, he bent and lifted her up and across his shoulder, his hand on her ass, and headed for the duck pond. The icy-cold and slimy duck pond.

She shrieked in mock terror. “Sean! What are you doing?”

“You’ve been a bad girl, and bad girls must be punished.” He delivered a playful slap to her backside, hoping the action sent a wave of vibrating pleasure to her crotch. Thinking about it sent one through his dick.

Laughing, she kicked her legs and pounded his back with her hands. “No! Sean! Don’t you dare!” For her struggles, he gave her another enticing slap and stopped at the edge of the water.

“Have you learned your lesson or do I toss you in?”

“I think you need to take me home and give me a proper spanking.”

Laughing, he set her down in front of him, slowly, so their bodies rubbed against each other on the slide down. “You’re bad, Kristin DeMarco,” he whispered, “and my only temptation these days.”

She wrapped her arms around his hips and pulled him against her, rubbing slowly against his dick, which was standing at attention in his boxers. She was soft against his hard and she clutched him as if she wanted to crawl inside his skin.

“I’m not bad,” she said just above a whisper. “I’m just a woman who is so filled with passion for you that she’ll do anything to have you.”

Her words, the way she looked at him, her eyes soft and deep, her lips parted, her breathing labored, touched him and reminded him of their first conversation about the kind of woman he wanted. His breath caught in his throat and he couldn’t speak.

“Got a problem with that?” she asked, a bit of an attitude coloring the words.

Shifting his hands to her ass, he cupped both cheeks and pulled her even tighter against him. He shook his head. “No.” His voice was rough with need. “Not at all.”

He kissed her, sliding his mouth wetly over hers, giving, taking, and making her want more. And she did want more. He could tell by the way she pressed her breasts into his chest and ground her mound against his erection. She wasn’t playing hard to get with him…Christ, he hated when women did that. He knew Kristin was filled with passion for him, and it made him feel wanted, like no other woman had before.

He wanted to take her home and love her all night long. Hear her sigh his name as he made her come again and again. Spend hours exploring her body with his mouth and tongue and hands. It was
his
damn schedule. He could alter it if he wanted. And fuck if he didn’t want to. Bad. His mind made up, he pulled back with a groan, then bent his knees and stooped over, presenting his back to her. “Get on.”

She hopped on his back, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. “Where are we going?”

He stood upright, shifting to make sure he had a good grip on her legs. “To adjust the bloody schedule.”

“Yippy!” she said and giggled with joy as he headed toward her dorm.

Chapter Six

As Sean and Kristin neared the dorm, a crying Zoe ran past them as if she didn’t see them.

“Zoe?” Kristin called out and slid off his back.

She stopped, turned tear-filled eyes to Kristin, and ran into her arms. “Oh, Kristin!”

“What’s wrong?” Kristin patted her back awkwardly. She wasn’t a crier and had never been comfortable easing people through emotional outbreaks like the one playing out all over her.

Hiccupping and sniffing, Zoe swiped at her nose. “Mason br-br-broke up with m-m-me.” The words seemed to unleash a fresh torrent of tears.

Kristin stepped out of the clinging arms. “Mason broke up with you?” she asked, just to make sure she’d heard the warbled words right. Zoe nodded.

“That doesn’t sound right. He’s crazy about you.”

“Not anymore,” she moaned, and flung herself against Kristin. “Take me home!”

Kristin looked longingly at Sean over her friend’s shoulder. He shrugged then winked at her as if to say there’d be another time.

“Sure. Let me say goodnight to Sean.”

Zoe let loose with another sob as Kristin moved away.

Kristin went easily into Sean’s embrace. “Sorry,” she whispered. “Rain check?”

He swept a strand of hair away from her face and brushed his thumb across her mouth. “We’ll have another chance. I promise.” She captured his hand, holding it against her cheek, against her mouth. His other hand slid onto her neck and pulled her into him. His kiss was filled with passion and promises that would have to be left for another time.

“Lunch tomorrow,” he whispered against her hungry lips as his gaze darted to Zoe then back. “Unless you’re unavailable…Harriett.”

Kristin smiled. “I wouldn’t miss it,” she said. “And no to Harriett.”

He kissed her again before she slowly, reluctantly, left his arms and led her friend toward home.

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