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“This wedding on Saturday isn’t the wedding I want for us. I want a real wedding, one where you’re there by choice, because you love the man I am.”
I’m nodding and crying. Ugly crying. Sobs, leaky nose and all. He doesn’t seem to even notice.
“Carra Coghlan, will you marry me?”
My words are barely a whisper. “Yes. Yes. A thousand times, yes.”
He fists my hair, drags me to him and melts me with a kiss that leaves no questions—I am his.
Eyes alight with moisture now, Kieran says, “I have a ring.”
I laugh and tug my hand free to touch his face. “You always surprise me.”
He leans in and kisses my brow tenderly. “It’s downstairs.”
I laugh more. He kisses me again. Pressing his sexy, demanding mouth in small pecks across the corners of my lips, the tip of my chin, then he explores my mouth once more with the slick heat of his tongue.
If this man wants to give me a thousand kisses. I’ll take them all.
“Carra, luv, I know things are bad now, but you’ve given me so much hope. You brought love back into my life. I’m not the man you’ve thought me to be, but I hope I’m enough. My love for you is undying. I love our son. Love the life we will have together. But I need you to be with me on this. Without you, I know I’m nothing but a broken, hollow man.”
Eyes misty, heart soft, I say, “Always, Kieran.”
We kiss tenderly this time with my heart pounding out a love song.
Kieran sets me back and cups my face in his warm, calloused hands. “Now there’s more you have to know. The raid will happen at the time the ceremony is set to begin. But as soon as the SWAT team cleans house, we’ll be left at the church, and if everything goes to plan, we’ll marry then. Just us if that’s okay with you.”
“If you’re there, then that’s all that matters.”
“I’m torn right now,” he growls. “I’m dying to see my ring on your finger, but there I something I want even more, and I suck at patience.”
Then he flips me beneath him. Pressing his full delicious weight down on me. “Which is why I’m going to make love to you right here.”
Everything’s blurry. My eyes are completely misty with happy tears. “I approve of this idea.”
With a roll of his hips, Kieran seats his thick erection against my most sensitive places. He drops his mouth to my ear, traces his lips over the cusp, and hotly whispers, “Then I’m going to carry you inside, spread you out on that bed and worship you like the mother of my baby deserves to be worshiped.”
For the next few minutes, using his hands, his tongue, the brush of his jaw against my burning skin, Kieran unravels me and puts me back together again. It’s a slow, deliberate owning of me. Until the fever between us builds beyond containment.
Something wild takes flight in the spare inches between our bodies. Our hands grow fast and demanding. Our tongues dive and dip against one another as our breathing raggedly heats the air around us in misty clouds. The desperation between us spreads like a forest fire. Driven by madness.
Voice hot, Kieran says, “I have to have my sweet Irish lass. Right now. Beneath the shooting stars. Or I’ll lose what little of my mind you haven’t already stolen.”
"Now. Please, take me now.” I arch against him, shivery with hunger that’s coursing through my middle. I’m desperate, starving to feel his bare skin.
Rough callouses abrade my nipples as he greedily molds his palms over my breasts—not even bothering to take my bra off, he shoves his hands beneath the fabric. “I love the feel of your skin, Carra. It makes me a fucking crazy animal. I can’t go a minute without thinking about the way you feel.”
His mouth finds my collarbone, making me groan. Our bodies shift and mold together as the hunger inside me grows until it consumes me with emotions and sensations that I’ve never felt.
I dip my fingers beneath the waist of his pants to find his heated skin. He sucks in a sharp breath. The cords in his neck stand out. He’s shaking and his eyes are hungry and hard above me. I fight to free him from his jeans as he gets me out of mine and my panties. One leg at least, the other he just shoves to the side. Then he cradles my thigh in his hand, wrapping it around his waist. “Hold onto me.”
“Always,” I whisper.
That makes him growl my name. Then he traces his fingers through my wetness and brings them to his mouth for a languid lick. “So sweet, beautiful girl. My fucking perfect little betrothed.”
When he drives his tongue into my eager mouth, my salty wetness coats both our lips. I’ve never tasted my pussy before. It might have embarrassed me with anyone else, but with Kieran, it drives me crazy. I lap at him, wild for more. Hungry for the taste of myself on his cock.
He goes back to sliding his fingers along my heat, teasing into the opening, just enough to make me nearly weep with agony. My panting turns to throaty purrs. My nails crave the feel of clawing his skin. Something feral has taken over my body.
