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Something smells amazing. I open my front door and walk in, assaulted by the most amazing smells. Is that Irish stew? As I stride into the condo and beeline for the kitchen, my mouth is watering.
My eyes land on the purse on the normally empty sideboard, satisfaction surging through me. As I walk past the lounge, colorful magazines stand out on the coffee table.
Pop music blasts from my stereo system as I reach the kitchen, and I stand stock still, mesmerized by the sight in front of me.
Mellie is dressed for yoga in the tightest black pants. They’re like a second skin, and her top is almost as tight and low cut. She’s swaying her hips in time to the song while she stirs something on the stove, a glass of red wine on the counter beside her. This sight is everything I’ve ever wanted from the second I laid eyes on the lass. I’ve denied myself this for so long, but now it’s finally mine.
When she turns, singing along to the music, and spots me watching her with a smirk on my face, Mellie squeals, jumping in shock, pressing a hand against her heart.
“Holy shit! Make some noise next time, would you? You’re like a ninja.”
Grabbing the stereo remote, she turns the music down to background noise, standing in front of me, twisting her fingers, chewing on her lower lip, and looking nervous.
“I moved my things,” she murmurs. I noticed. My chest clenches in triumph.
Honestly, I thought she’d fight me on it. But like I told her, I’ve fought this for so long. Now I’ve decided to give in to my cravings for her; I’m all in. It might be intense, but it’s who I am.
“Ye’re cooking?” I tip my head at the stove. Mellie looks even more nervous as she glances over her shoulder at it.
“I found a recipe online for Irish stew. I hope it’s okay.”
Crossing to her, I slide my hand into her hair and tug her head back, crushing my lips down on hers, savoring her taste, and enjoying how she rubs her hands up my back to hug me tightly. This is the way to come home every night.
Lifting my head, I smile down into her eyes.
“If ye’ve been to the store,amhuirnín, I’m sure ye saw the inside of my fridge and know that anything ye make will probably be a treat for me.”
Her eyes flash with amusement. “I did see the inside of your fridge.” She grins at me before pokering up. “It made me sad.”
I blink, my eyes searching her face. What on earth was in my fridge to make her sad? Amusement is still lurking in her eyes. She’steasingme.
Growling, I kiss her again, devouring her mouth, lifting her onto the center island, shoving my hand down her yoga pants, and brushing her clit with my thumb.
Her breath hitches against my mouth, and I break the kiss, tugging her off the counter, spinning her around so her stomach is pressed against the edge. I have found a downside to these gloriously tight yoga pants. I pull them down, thrusting into her.
“Feckamhuirnín, ye’re so wet for me,” I growl into her ear.
Mellie braces against the counter, grinding her ass against me. Burying my face in her neck, I pound into her as she throws her hips back until she’s mewling and panting. So fucking close.
Reaching down, I pinch her clit, and she comes. Fucking finally. Groaning into her hair as I follow her, I withdraw, tugging her pants back up and slapping her arse.
“Don’t burn the stew,” I whisper into her ear. Mellie giggles, sliding out of my arms.
“Stop distracting me with all your sexiness then.” She bats her eyelashes, skipping to the stove to stir it again and taking a sip of her wine. “It will be ready soon. I’ve set the table.”
She waves over her shoulder at the dining table. Turning to look at it, I blink when I see that she has indeed set it. It looks like a fancy restaurant. I didn’t even know that I owned cloth napkins.
Grabbing a glass of whiskey, I sit at the breakfast bar and watch Mellie move with ease around my space. I bought this place because I liked all the white and sleekness, and it’s so light and airy.
After spending all my time down in the basement at Oracle, I wantedlight. Having Mellie in here makes me realize that it was never light, though it might have been brightly lit. Not like it is now. It’s her inner light that illuminates the space.
Flicking a glance over her shoulder, she flashes me a huge grin, moving to serve up her Googled Irish stew. Mellie looks apprehensive as we sit down to eat, and I take a tentative spoonful since her worry has me worried. The flavor explodes over my tongue, and I grin.
“Even better than mammy used to make,” I assure her. She sags in relief, picking up her spoon and digging in.
“Oh, thank God.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
