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His heartbeat pulsed against her back and the way his thighs cradled hers was more delicious than the smell of spray paint. By the time the tidal wave attacked the cruise ship and killed all but ten passengers, she was fighting the urge to whimper and turn in his arms for a kiss. A really hot, wet kiss.
But she persevered because he was still behind her, obviously enjoying the movie. His capacity to go all Zen was flat-out incredible. She knew he must think he was giving her space to recharge her energy. Talk about nice. Maybe he needed a break too.
She needed to distract herself from the allure of his warm, manly body. Like right now. The movie wasn’t working. Not even Gene Hackman’s urgency to save himself and the rest of the passengers could zap her out of this lusty frenzy.
Closing her eyes, she decided to count sheep, something a teacher had suggested she try when she couldn’t nap as a kid. She couldn’t help but wonder who’d come up with that tactic. Was the founder of the Sheep Counting technique Irish? A shepherd, maybe? Or perhaps he’d left his homeland and missed it so much that it brought him comfort to envision it. She knew she could never count sheep again without bringing up the green rolling hills of Ireland.
Her body warred with the sheep counting in the beginning. She got to three sheep before images of her and Liam hot and sweaty took over her mind. Reining them in, she made her sheep cuter and managed to count until twenty before her next fantasy stole her attention.
Trying to ignore the feel of Liam under her took every ounce of her focus. She had to get into major Veritas mode to silence her inner sexy feelings. She was very pleased with herself for having reached one hundred and fifty one sheep consecutively when Liam’s breath tickled her ear. “I knew you were brilliant,” he whispered against her ear, “but I’ve never seen anyone watch a movie with their eyes closed.”
The sweet-faced sheep in her mind vanished like Sorcha. Her eyes popped open, only to see him staring at her from inches away. Her mouth went dry, and every small gain she’d made in focusing on cute and cuddly sheep evaporated. She fought the whimper at the back of her throat as he gazed at her in that deeply intense way of his, like he could see everything she was thinking. Oh, wait! He could.
“What was I thinking just now?” she asked in a flirty tone because she knew another way to silence her mind.
“I suspect you’re wanting to kiss me but you’re fighting with yourself like I am over it as we probably need to take things slow.”
“You weren’t enjoying the movie?”
“I was giving us both some time, and you seemed relaxed.”
“I was trying to keep my mind off all this.” She gestured to his body. “It’s more distracting than an action movie, and Liam, those are my favorite.”
He turned her in his arms until she was lying on him. Like the whole hot, manly length of him. The moan she’d been tamping back came out like the bleating of a sheep, and she wanted to die. Right there.
Five days, was it, Sorcha?She wasn’t going to make it.
He laid his hands on the small of her back. “Let’s try something else,a stór. For us both. We agree we want each other.”
Her girly parts were starting to realize they were flush with his manly parts, and things were starting to tingle in a Hollywood blockbuster fashion. “Want seems a tame word at the moment.”
His hands slid down her sides until he cupped her hips. “What words will do?”
What was she? A walking dictionary? “Crave. Need. Yearn. Thirst. Require. Hey, that wasn’t bad for spur of the moment. Oh, and hunger. We hunger for each other, Liam.”
She was breathless as she gazed into his now forest green eyes. They were darkening with the same desire blazing a path through her. She’d never gotten this hot this fast before. Likerip your clothes off right nowhot. Some part of her cried outsoulmateas she crushed her mouth to his.
He slowed her down, cupping her cheek and gentling the kiss. She climbed a little higher up on his chest, wanting an angle that would satisfy this raging need inside her. He turned them onto their sides, keeping them on the couch, and gave their bodies some room.
She was having none of it. Her hand found its way under his pullover and searched for the edge of his shirt underneath. When she found hot bare skin, they groaned into each other’s mouths. He turned them and rose over her in one splendid line of male glory. She gripped the hard side of his waist as his tongue swept into her mouth, making her cry out in an urgent melody. She felt his hand snake under her work clothes, and she tugged her shirt to give him the access they both wanted.
His fingertips trailed over her belly before reaching her breasts, cupping one and then the other through the lace of the nice bra she’d worn, thank God, in her professional-from-head-to-toe mantra.
He slowed the kiss as if he were concentrating on the shape of her, and she used the moment to suck in some much-needed oxygen. He took the opportunity to kiss down the length of her neck, making her close her eyes in bliss.
“This is getting out of hand,” he whispered against her skin. “I want to keep going, but I think we should stop. I don’t want to torture us both, and we haven’t crossed the line into agony yet.”
Agony would be around the corner, no doubt, since they wouldn’t be assuaging this hunger. “You’re right. If we keep going, I might tear your clothes off and forget about the whole mind, body, and soul thing.”
He laid his lips over hers, so tenderly, so softly, her heart changed size in her chest again.Why does it keep doing that?But she didn’t care. She only threaded her hands in his thick sandy hair and kissed him back for all she was worth.
When he lifted his head, his green eyes were shining with light. “Trust me. The whole body, mind, and soul thing will be a game changer.”
“Ever had it?” she asked, wrapping one of his locks around her finger.
“No.” He kissed her again, soundly this time. “That kind of connection is only for one person.”
She drank willingly from the Kool-Aid this time. “Let me guess. Your soulmate.”
