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“Good,” he growls again, his eyes dipping to my mouth and holding there. “Cuddling’s done now, though, yeah?”
“Uh,” I stutter, not sure what he means. “I mean, you said you had to go to work, so yes, I was going to get up.”
“Thank feck for that,” he mutters. My cheeks get hotter, but this time in embarrassment.
Oh. Of course, a man like Paddy Flynn isn’t a cuddler. It must have been annoying for him to lie here all that time. I wonder why he did it at all. From what Josh said about him, I wouldn’t have taken Paddy for someone who cared if I felt comforted. The whole thing is….
My head bounces against the mattress as I’m suddenly flat on my back, Paddy’s fingers circling my ankle as he drags me toward him, tugging off my shorts and panties and yanking my legs apart until my pussy is exposed to him.
I gasp in surprise at the air on my suddenly bare lower regions. I’m not sure what is happening, but whatever it is, I’m on board with it. I thought he had to go to work? Not that I’m complaining or anything. Tipping my head forward, pressing my chin to my chest, I drink in the sight before me.
Paddy’s eyes dart up to my face, burning into mine for a moment. Breaking the spell, he buries his face between my thighs, his mouth closes around my clit, and his tongue lashes it.
Oh shit. His tongue is wicked talented. Instantly, I’m moaning, arching my back off the bed as he slams his forearm down across my hips, anchoring them so I can’t buck against his mouth.
Boo. I settle for tangling my fingers through his thick, dark hair, clenching tightly, my other hand gripping the comforter beside my head.
My head is thrashing about because, holy shit, I’m going to come wicked hard, wicked soon. The man is agod, and his tongue is the most blessed part of him.
The second my orgasm crashes over me, Paddy’s mouth leaves my clit, his lips sliding over my neck as he slams his monster dick inside me. Shit. God.Paddy.Yes.
Since I was in the middle of coming hard, at the feeling of being stretched andfull,another orgasm washes over me. I writhe beneath Paddy as he groans against my neck, pinning my hips with one of his hands, while he lifts himself onto his other forearm and withdraws almost fully, slamming in again.
The sensations are overwhelming. My brain is mush, my mouth is dry, and my vagina is throbbing with pleasure. My fingernails scrabble at Paddy’s back as he fucks me hard, pistoning in and out in a way that is only just shy of painful. So, so good.
“Paddy!” I scream as my third orgasm hits like a fucking freight train, my legs thrashing about his. After a few pumps, he thrusts in hard, holding deep as he comes with a groan against my neck.
Our harsh breaths mingle, loud in the silence of the room. That was…I can’t even articulate. I may never think coherent thoughts again. I would be okay with that future.
Shifting on top of me, Paddy doesn’t immediately withdraw, which surprises me, considering what I’ve heard about him. Instead, he sighs against my neck, his weight bearing down, pressing me into the mattress.
It’s not uncomfortable. It’s rather reassuring to feel his weight there. I feel… I don’t know,protected?
“Who’s looking for ye, lass?” Paddy asks against my neck, still buried deep inside me. Okay. Good feelings gone. Not entirely, but he definitely popped my post-orgasmic bliss bubble. I can’t really lie to the man. One, he’sstill inside me, and two, I did come to him for help.
“Italian men,” I whisper.
“Jesus fuck,” he mutters into my neck. Whatever that is about.
“Because of Josh,” he guesses. It’s not a question, but I respond anyway.
“Yes.”
I swallow painfully, willing myself not to cry. Not again. I shouldn’t have any tears left. Surely. A sniff breaks through my composure, though tears don’t threaten, thank God.
Paddy pushes himself up on his forearms, lifting his comforting weight off me, and I feel vulnerable. He studies my face for a beat, brushing a few strands of hair out of my eyes.
“I want ye to stay here, don’t leave the apartment. Understand?”
He speaks softly but with a thread of warning running through his words. I swallow again and nod.
“I’ll send someone over with some groceries. There’s not much in my fridge.”
I nod again, and he’s gone. Out of my vagina, out of bed, out of the room. That was…intense.
I hear the front door slam, and I curl up on my side for a moment, letting out a shaky breath. If I’m not careful, I will be consumed by Paddy Flynn. And, honestly, I’m not sure I’d mind.
Chapter Six
