Page 13 of Guarding Salvation

Stepping out into the cool night felt completely different from twenty-four hours ago when she’d felt like the world was against her. The sexy man leaning on the low wall of the pub carpark was watching her with hunger in his eyes and there was nothing she wanted more than to be devoured by him, but that wasn’t her life now or then, and never would be.

Waking this morning she’d felt so alone, despite the kindness of people around her and Peyton, who was going above and beyond to keep her safe. Still, lingering loneliness weighed her down. The simple act of hugging another person or talking and being part of something was what she missed the most.

“Which way?”

“The flat above the bakery.”

“Lucky you. Those little petite fours Mrs Jones makes are heavenly.” Bram kissed his fingers with a dramatic flair making her laugh.

Her eyes moved over him as they walked. He’d grabbed her hand and tingles drifted up her arm at the contact and it felt good. His touch felt right, natural. She noticed he was a pretty tactile guy, and she wasn’t used to physical affection from a man that didn’t lead to sex or violence, but she found his holding her hand both sweet and sexy. They walked in silence, the sexual tension beginning to fizzle between them the closer they got to her home.

“What part of Ireland are you from, Irish?”

Her body tensed. Any talk of home or hint at her past could lead to her father finding her and she just couldn’t risk it. But how did she tell this normal, sexy guy, who she found attractive, that she was on the run from the most feared and dangerous man in Ireland?

Sensing her unease, he squeezed her hand. “You don’t have to tell me, Irish, but just know you can trust me.”

“It’s not that, I just… I can’t okay. Trust is a luxury few people have and I’m not one of them.”

“Okay new question. Black liquorice. Yay or nay?”

Aoife smiled, how she wished things were different—that she could fall for a man like Bram and live happily ever after. Perhaps she could be selfish and take tonight. “A definite nay for me.”

“Me too. I like the red kind though.”

“Yeah, me too.”

When she’d woken up that morning, Aoife had no intention of following through on her attraction to this man but now all she could think about were his lips on hers. How his body would feel under her hands, how he’d feel sliding into her body.

She stopped at the door to her flat and looked at him. Neither spoke for a moment as they looked at each other and then he was kissing her, pushing her against the door with power and strength. His heated lips exploring as her hands glided over the hard muscle of his chest, taking in the ridges and dips under her fingers. There was no fear, no danger or worry, only sensation and need.

Bram hummed in what she hoped was pleasure, his body tightening under her touch as Aoife’s hands moved over his arms and down his back. He pulled his mouth away with a groan, before leaning down, finding the sweet pulse in her neck that made her shiver with need. This was reckless and stupid and in that moment she didn’t care. She was sick of running scared, of avoiding life for fear of the consequences. Tonight, she wanted to take.

Bram’s tattoos were barely visible in the darkness, but she could see the shadows and the images in her mind, the vision and feel of him making her ache to feel him inside her.

“Tell me to stop, Irish, or let me the fuck inside you.”

His aggressive tone and the desperate way he wanted her made her feel powerful and desirable for the first time in her life and it was a heady feeling, to know she’d made a man like him, with so much control, snap. “Yes, I want you.”

Aoife spun towards the front door. Feeling Bram pressed against her back, his hard cock rocking against the curve of her ass as his lips continued the assault on her neck, making it tricky to get the key in the lock.

“Fuck, you make me crazy.” His voice was deep, raspy with desire, and made Aoife hungry for him.

As she got the door open, they fell inside, the door slamming with a kick of Bram’s foot. Grabbing her he lifted, squeezing her ass with his huge hands as she wrapped her legs around his waist before he carried her up the stairs. Her lips found his and she could almost taste the lust on his tongue as it caressed hers in an intimate move that imitated what she wanted him to do to her body.

“Where?”

“Bedroom.”

Aoife pointed to the closed door, and he headed that direction, his steps sure and confident, with her wrapped around him like a second skin. Bram sat on the edge of the bed and she stayed straddling him, her pussy rubbing against his hard dick, the seam of her jeans teasing them both as they continued to kiss. He pulled his head away and looked at her like she was the only woman on the planet and her nipples peaked with the intensity of the lust in his ice-blue eyes.

“You’re fucking beautiful.”

Aoife had nothing to say to that, so she kissed him, sucking his tongue, nipping his lip, her hands moving to his fly and releasing his hard cock from the confines of his jeans and boxers. Aoife gripped him, stroking the silky skin, her fingers hardly able to close around his thick length, rubbing her thumb over the precum on the crown causing Bram to throw his head back on a hiss.

“Fuck me.”

Aoife chuckled. “That’s the plan.”