She raised an eyebrow. “The bed?”
“Yeah,” I said. “You’re miles away from me.”
Amusement warmed her cheeks as I reached out, fingers catching the edge of her shirt, gentle but certain.
“Come here, sunshine.”
She crossed the space between us easily, like she’d been waiting for the invitation, and I hooked an arm around her waist, tugging her over me. She landed with a laugh, palms braced on my chest, hair falling forward around us.
For a second, we just looked at each other.
Then I leaned up and kissed her, bracing my palm against her back. She melted into it, into me, mouth molding to mine, her hands sliding into my hair like they already knew the way. I kissed her again, and again, deeper, tasting, savoring the way she responded, the way she fit.
The hard line of me was right there beneath her, no disguising it. She rolled her hips deeper, rubbing her barely covered pussy all over my length, and I begrudged the fabric between us.
When she moved again, I groaned into her mouth, digging my fingers into her hips.
“Jaysus, feck,” I muttered, breaking the kiss just long enough to drag my mouth along her jaw, my teeth grazing skin before my lips followed. She tasted like heat and sleep and confidence, and it made me reckless. “I could eat you up.”
She smiled against me, slow and knowing. “I swear you get hotter when you say your Irish things, how is that fair?” She pressed closer, deliberately rolling her hips again like she was testing how far she could push me. My restraint frayed instantly. I spun us without thinking, pinning her beneath me, my weight settling between her thighs as my forehead dropped to hers.
Her breath hitched—but instead of yielding, she planted a hand on my shoulder and shoved.
“Uh-uh,” she said, her voice full of challenge, trying to use her legs to flip me back, driving her shoulder into mine.
“Fuck—”
The bed dipped hard as she used my momentum against me, rolling us in one smooth, practiced motion until suddenly I was flat on my back and she was straddling me, breathless and grinning down at my stunned face.
Laughter erupted from me. A sharp, surprised sound that turned into something darker as she settled her weight, hands braced on my chest.
“Show off.” I grinned, mirroring her.
I dragged her down into a messy kiss, pouring everything I couldn’t say into it. She moved with me, against me, the friction relentless and maddening, and I swore softly into her mouth.
“Sunshine,” I breathed, equal parts warning and praise. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”
“I could keep doing this all night,” she said, quirking her eyebrow. “Question is, can you?”
Damn it. She knew how to play me. She knew I loved a challenge. I laughed breathlessly, my hands sliding up her back, pulling her closer until there was no mistaking how badly I wanted her.
She rolled her hips again, and the contact sent a hot rush straight down my spine. I groaned, head tipping back into the bed for half a second before I pulled her mouth back to mine.
“Mmm,” I hummed against her lips. “You feel unreal.”
She smiled into the kiss, clearly enjoying exactly how wrecked I was, and pressed down harder. My fingers dug into her thighs to hold her there, guiding the rhythm without stopping her.
“Wait,” I said, tapping her legs. “Rise up for a second.”
She did, and I straightened, hauling my shirt over my head and tossing it to the floor. Then I leaned all the way back again and locked eyes with her, nodding to her hips.
“Sit.”
A spark of challenge flickered in her eyes before her mouth curved into a knowing grin. Her hands slid over my bare chest, confident, unhurried as she drew patterns through the hair there, still not dropping down where I wanted her.
“You’re enjoying this way too much,” I said, voice rough, half-accusation, half-surrender. Who am I fucking kidding? Total surrender at the hands of her.
Her smile tipped into something smug. “Am I?”
