“Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside you. I’ve wanted back in the moment I pulled out this morning.”
Her head spun as he wheeled on his heel, slammed her door, and had her pressed against the wall in a heartbeat. He set her on her feet only as long as it took to yank everything off below the waist, and then she was back in his arms.
Gripping her ass, he aligned their sexes. They watched him slide into her. She was utterly mesmerized seeing his length disappear into her body.
Once he was as deep as he could go, he told her, “I’m sorry, baby, but I?—”
His voice faltered into a deep groan as he pulled out and slammed home again. He was all furious passion, frantically taking her mouth as he took her body. She could only hold on and take it. She loved that he was out of control in his need for her. She felt pretty out of control herself.
“Don’t stop, Dag. So close,” she begged. She was in the eye of an orgasmic storm, and when it hit, she couldn’t hold back the scream that ripped from her throat.
“Christ!” he shouted, pumping twice more before stilling. His body pulsing and jerking in tandem with her own.
Her orgasm kept going as she felt the rush of heat released in her body. She stayed wrapped in his arms while he walked them to her bed. Good on him, her body was in a squishy marshmallow stage.
He laid her down gently, with a care that had her heart pounding furiously at the thought of him leaving her soon. As he finished undressing her and lay his big body over hers, she only wished they could stay like that forever.
He was propped on his elbows, gently stroking his fingers through her hair. “I don’t want to leave you,” he admitted before kissing her gently.
“I don’t want you to leave, either.” The truth was that her stomach ached knowing he was leaving in less than an hour. “We’ll figure it out. It won’t be easy once school begins, but we can take turns visiting each other on the weekends.”
“Not enough,” he growled.
Sitting up, he bracketed her thighs with his knees with enough pressure that she couldn’t move easily. He took her hands and stretched her arms above her head, which had her back arching and her breasts lifting like an offering.
“It’s not enough,” he repeated.
He changed his grip until only one of his hands held hers, using his other to trail his fingers down her arm, her cheek, neck,shoulder, and between her breasts. Full body shivers racked her already-sensitized flesh.
She stayed silent, watching him watch her. She looked down her body, from her pointy nipples, down her stomach, finally resting on his quickly hardening sex.
Her eyes skipped to his face. He was still just watching her. Waiting.
“No. Not enough,” she finally said.
He let her hands go then, shifting his palms to her ass and lifting her until they were aligned, and he could slip inside her. Even though she was wet from before, his size still took adjusting to. She whimpered, trying to move her hips, but he held her firm, exactly where he wanted.
Except instead of moving, he stilled. His expression was solemn when he said, “Bébhinn.” His grip tightened, and she felt him swell even fuller deep inside her. “This might be too soon. You might not… You might think…” He winced before saying, “I love you.”
She felt tears prick her eyes. To think that if she hadn’t gone forward with her and her dad’s Wales trip, she would have missed meeting him. She had known her feelings for a while and had wanted to tell him. “I love you too. So much, Dagr.”
A shuddering breath of what must have been relief was released from his mouth. He stretched out above her, moving in and out of her slowly. Kissing her slowly. Making love to her.
“God, baby, I’ve dreamed about hearing you say those words to me.”
He continued the slow, sweet assault until they both reached their peak, swallowing each other’s moans and gasps andI love yous.
She and Dagr stood kissing goodbye in the doorway while his car patiently waited at the curb. When they’d emerged from her bedroom, it was to walk by a smirking Gray and a wide-eyed Ciar. Their walk of postcoital bliss couldn’t have gone smoother.
“I have a plan.” Dagr spoke quietly in hopes that their audience wasn’t hanging on every word. Fat chance.
“Do you?”
“Jesus Christ, Gray,” Ciar groused, “does it not freak you out to see Bébhinn sticking her tongue down a man’s throat when he looks like her fucking brother?”
“Don’t ruin the moment, dickhead.” Gray must have elbowed his side if Ciar’s “Oof” was anything to go by.
“I do,” Dagr continued, ignoring her friends. “I have to go, damn it. I love you, but when I say I have a plan, I swear on it.”
