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By:Helena Newbury


Then he stopped. “This looks okay,” he muttered.

What does? Where are we? I couldn’t see anything. All I could see was the shadowy outline of his taut ass under his jeans and the gleaming silver of his chain belt. But we seemed to be moving into a clearing….

He slowly turned around so that I could see. I tossed my soaking hair out of my eyes and blinked through the rain.

It was a cabin, long since abandoned. One window was missing its glass and the roof sagged in one corner but it was mostly intact. And definitely drier than outside.

There was a flash of lightning and the rain pelted down even harder. That must have made up his mind because he turned to face front and marched through the door.

Inside, he still didn’t put me down. I twisted, getting an upside-down view of a kitchen, a living room and finally a bedroom. It must have been a holiday place where some family came each year, because it hadn’t been completely stripped of furniture. There were still couches and beds, even curtains at the windows, but it looked as though no one had been there in years. Probably, the bank repossessed it and then, when it sat unsold for years, it had been left to go derelict. That’s so sad….

Then Carrick was bending his knees and flipping me off his shoulder—

I landed with a whump on a big double bed. The mattress was dry—the roof was intact in here, at least. It was almost silent: we were too far from the road to hear the traffic. The only sound was the rain beating on the roof and my own fevered panting. I looked up...and saw Carrick slowly stripping off his cut.

Outside, in the rain, we’d both been desperate. Now we could take our time. He peeled off his soaked t-shirt, revealing those glorious washboard abs and the deep centerline that ran up his body.

“Take your clothes off.” That blend of scalding, molten Irish silver and the hard rock beneath it.

I swallowed. I’d never undressed for anyone before. At the motel, I knew he’d secretly watched my reflection as I changed, but this different. This was deliberately stripping off for my lover.

No. My love.

I knelt up on the bed and slowly peeled my sodden tank top the rest of the way off. Then I unhooked my bra and tossed it aside.

Carrick said nothing. But his eyes gleamed in the darkness as he watched me.

As he stripped off his boots, I lay back on the bed and hooked down my jeans and panties, pushing the wet fabric down my legs and prying off my sneakers and socks at the same time, then letting the whole bundle fall beside the bed. Naked except for the shamrock necklace, I sat up, legs together and knees tipped over to one side. I watched as he pushed down his jeans and boxer briefs, his cock springing out as he released it.#p#分页标题#e#

“Lie back.” I’d known he sounded more Irish when he was angry. I hadn’t known, until now, that his accent thickened when he was really turned on. The hard ck of back was like ice shattering as it met the prow of an icebreaker, huge and unstoppable. I swallowed and lay back on my forearms, my feet towards him.

“Open your legs.”

I slid the soles of my feet along the mattress and spread. I could feel my wetness as I opened to him.

I heard the rubber sound of a condom going on and then he was climbing onto the bed, the mattress sinking as his knee pressed between my legs. He moved up over me and I gasped as the hot length of his cock hit my thigh.

It was almost completely dark in the cabin, now. My heart sped up: there was something about not being able to properly see him that made him seem even more dangerous and darkly exciting.

He shifted a little and the head of his cock nudged my folds. I caught my breath. I felt his hands plant on either side of my head, the size of him making the mattress flex. Then his head lowered between my breasts and I gasped as he kissed the soft skin between them and the necklace that hung there. The gold shamrock pressed into my skin, the metal silky smooth and so warm from my body that it felt like a part of me. Then he traced upward with his lips, following a path between my breasts and up my throat, tilting my head back. When he reached my lips, he stopped and stared down at me.

“Once I found the club,” he said, “I never needed anything else in my life. I never needed anyone else. But I need you, Annabelle. You’re like nothing else on God’s earth. When we were in that motel, I thought maybe you’d been sent to tease me, because I couldn’t have you.” His voice was soft but loaded with weight. It boomed into me, the vibrations moving through every inch of me and turning to a warm glow. “But now I’ve got you.” His thumbs rubbed slowly across my shoulders as if to prove it. “And I think maybe you were right. Maybe you’re meant to save me.”