Page 27 of Irish Betrayal

She grinned and chuckled, but before he could lay her back against the plush couch, she placed a hand against his chest, the other glancing over the head of his slickened head before touching her lips.

“I want⁠—”

twelve

BLAIR

“Christ, Blair. Do you want to kill me our first time? I won’t last if you do that. I want you too badly to have this end anywhere but in your body, and I can safely say that your hot mouth will end me.”

Blair hid her dismay even though his words were lovely. Hand jobs and blowjobs were the two things she did know how to do because, well, because Peter taught her how to please a man.

Of course, Daniel was interested in the sex part. She was too, except she’d never had intercourse and was distinctly out of her depth. And the…uh…appendage currently pointed her way was way larger than his.

She mentally reminded herself that Peter was her past and had no place in this moment. Daniel was her future, which meant going forward.

No looking back.

No regrets.

But holy wow, his body pressing on top of her, pushing her into the couch’s plush cushions, felt good. Really good.

She trusted Daniel to make their first time together the best for both of them, but… Her train of thought derailed as he shaped her breasts with his hands while his mouth on her neck was driving her absolutely wild.

She was going to stop him any second and confess, but then one of his hands traced down to her center, making her moan and gasp when first one and then two fingers entered her slick heat.

Daniel stopped watching what his fingers were doing long enough to look at her face. “You’re so wet for me, Blair. Fucking hell, it’s all I can do not to come, and my dick hasn’t even touched you yet.”

Blair bucked her hips when he slid his thumb over and over her sensitive flesh. She needed to tell him this was her first time before she was too lost.

Except she felt her body start to vibrate, already chasing an orgasm. She began to grind against Daniel’s hand while begging him not to stop.

Daniel leaned his torso back, his jaw clenched as he watched her body greedily clamp around his fingers.

“I can’t wait,” she saw him say—hard to sign when one of his hands was still very much occupied.

Pulling from her body, she watched in fascination as he used her wetness to stroke himself. It was hands down one of the sexiest things she’d ever witnessed.

“Are you on birth control?” he asked. “I haven’t been with anyone in ten months, and I’ve been to the doctor since then.”

Oh God. Here it was then. No putting it off. “I’m not on birth control, but I’m clean. I⁠—”

“Oh shit,” he declared, quickly standing and reaching for his pants on the nearby table. He yanked his wallet out until, with a sigh of relief, he pulled out a gold foil-wrapped condom.

Grinning he held it aloft. Blair noticed some of the gold was worn off and the well-known blue Durex brand label was all but gone.

He flipped it over and over in his hands. “It’s been in my wallet forever. Looks a little worse for wear, but there aren’t any tears. I can’t believe I didn’t buy new ones since I’ve thought of nothing else but having you like this for weeks.”

His excitement made her smile. He was rambling, and Daniel O’Faolain wasn’t known for nervous chatter. That in itself made her relax. He kneeled between her legs once more and tore the foil packet, tossing the trash on the floor.

She’d never seen a man put a condom on before. It might be an everyday act for some people, but watching him touch himself made her hot. She wouldn’t mind observing that on repeat.

“Thank God, I had one. We can’t chance you getting pregnant—at least until we break the news to your dad that we’re together.”

She arched her back when he ran his hands along her sides, catching her hips to bring their bodies closer together. She watched as he rubbed the head of his penis once, then twice through her slit before he began to slowly push inside.

Shaking her head to snap out of it, she reached between their bodies. His eyes snapped to her immediately.

He looked shaken. “Christ, Blair. Am I going too fast for you? We don’t have to do this tonight. I should have…I’m an idiot…”