Page 27 of Sticks and Stone


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Eileen stared at him with rapt fascination. “Why?” she breathed.

“Your book gave me the clue. You talked about the potential for human purity. That’s you.”

She thought of all her doubts and disbeliefs. “I don’t feel very pure.”

“Oh, but you are! It shines from you, like a light that can’t be seen, only felt in the heart. It makes me want to be a better person, to be the kind of man who would deserve you.”

She couldn’t breathe. Her lungs labored in deep, shuddering gasps, but her throat was too tight for the air to pass.

“Eileen?” He pushed her away to see her face. “Are you crying?”

“No. And a proper gentleman would know better than to ask a lady such a question.” She spoiled her indignation with a wet sniff.

Dermot smiled, and curled her close to his chest. “Whatever you say.”

He continued stroking and caressing her, molding her body gently to his, until her breathing steadied and she relaxed against him.

Turning her head slightly, she swept her tongue across his flat nipple. He sucked in a sharp breath, so she did it again, this time cupping and caressing his ass at the same time.

“Keep that up, and this conversation will be over in a few seconds,” he warned.

“Didn’t I tell you it was a weakness for a finely turned phrase I had? And you, you’ve kissed the Blarney Stone for certain.”

He chuckled. “Well, then, it’s time I stopped talking. Your turn. Why did you accept my offer to come to America? Was it only for the publicity tour?”

She heard the fear underlying his forced good cheer, and hurried to reassure him.

“No. Nor for your wealth. Truth be told, that was why I threw your card away. I couldn’t imagine you in my world, and knew I could never fit in yours.”

“But you changed your mind.”

“Aye. I realized I knew no such thing. I believed it. As if I’d seen a rainbow, and believed it rained.”

He frowned. “But it does have to rain before you see the rainbow.”

“Did you never see a rainbow over a waterfall?”

“Oh…”

“Aye. I misjudged you. And it’s sorry I am to have done so.” She pressed another kiss to his chest. “What do I see in you? Ask why am I here, and get the same answer to both. You did not give up. Not when the dryad tried to claim your life, not when I needed to help you in my cottage, and not when you chose to pursue me. You see clearly, Dermot Stone, more clearly than most who do not walk the path, and you walk your own path guided by what you see.”

She blew out a disgusted sigh. “So many of the people I meet are searching, for what, they don’t know. But it’s me they want to find it. It’s me they want to tell them the truth that should be hidden in their own hearts. Not you, though. You know. And like the stone that is your namesake, there’s none alive who can move you once your feet are set.”

He brushed his hand through her hair, then tilted her face up so that he could meet her gaze.

“You see all that in me?” he whispered.

“Aye.”

His lips closed over hers. They continued speaking, no longer needing recourse to words. Instead, their kiss expanded and deepened, until they breathed each other’s souls.

Slowly, with no sense of urgency, Dermot rolled her onto her back and slid inside her. She held his cock sheathed deep within her, not moving, just kissing him, while time stretched and distorted and billowed around them. They hung suspended, supported by their fused breaths, in a moment that transcended time.

The blood pulsed in her groin. Dermot’s cock twitched.

Time snapped back in a howling rush, reclaiming them to the ordinary world. Her hands roamed across his back, stroking and petting and clawing, while his heavy cock slicked in and out of her wet vagina. He grunted, thrusting hard and fast, and she slapped his ass, urging him on. And still they devoured each other with their mouths, teeth and tongues tangling and striking.

She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. She could only feel, Dermot hard and hot and pounding inside her.

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