The Wedding Pact (The O'Malleys #2)(34)

His heart slammed in his chest, need demanding he reach for her this fucking instant. He clenched his fists. “Now the panties.”

“Bossy.” She lifted her hips and brought her legs together to slip the fabric off. Then she resumed her position, leaving herself completely open to him. “Any more commands?”

“Yeah.” He licked his lips. “Touch yourself like you did the other night.”

This time there was no hesitation. She slid her hands up her sides to cup her full breasts, toying with her nipples until they were puckered and practically begging for his mouth. One hand stayed there, fingers still busy, while the other traveled down the center of her stomach, teasing them both, before stopping just above her pussy. “You like to watch.”

It wasn’t something he’d indulged in often. He usually just saw what he wanted and took it. There were plenty of women willing to throw themselves at him over the years, but none that he’d ever done more than fuck. This thing with Carrigan was different. He wanted to crawl inside her mind the same way he wanted her body. It was complicated and uncomfortable, and he sure as fuck didn’t want to talk about it right now. “One finger, lovely. Trace that sensitive little clit of yours.”

She obeyed, making that sexy whimper at the first contact, and he couldn’t contain it any longer. He slid his hands up her legs, starting at her ankles, bracketing the fine bones with his hands, and then moved up her calves to stop halfway up her thighs. He spread her further, wishing the light was better so he could see every single detail. “Show me how you like it.”

“Taking notes?” Her voice was breathy as her finger kept up its circling movement.

He massaged her thighs, enjoying the way her muscles played beneath her skin and her breath caught in her throat. “No point in doing something if you don’t do it well. Now, lovely. I want to see you finger fuck yourself.”

This time there was no hesitation. She slipped first one finger and then two into herself. He could feel her gaze on him, though he couldn’t tear his eyes off the sight of what she was doing with her hands. “Slow and steady.”

“No.” Her back arched, and her other hand joined the one between her legs, starting up where it’d left off on her clit. “I want it hard. Rough. More.”

He grabbed her wrist. “Don’t forget who’s in charge.” His hand moved like it had a mind of its own, tracing over her soft skin and following the line of her fingers to her pussy. He allowed her to pump two more times, his hand shadowing hers, and when she slipped hers away, his stayed. Take your goddamn hands off her while you still can.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he mirrored her circles around her clit, damn near groaning when she whimpered again. “Yes, James. Just like that. Please don’t stop touching me.”

He didn’t stop. He needed to hear her make that whimpering sound again because of him. James ran his free hand over her stomach, marveling at how soft her skin was while he took his time exploring her pussy. She was warm and wet, and when he crooked his fingers inside her, she clenched around him. “You like that.”

Carrigan reached over her head, baring her body completely to him. “Do it again.”

He did it again, twisting his wrist so he could circle his thumb over her clit. Each time his fingertips ran over that spot inside her, she cried out and arched up, her body so tight it was like it might explode into a million pieces. “Let go, lovely. I’ll be here to catch you when you fall.”

Three more strokes and she was there, her scream ripping through the closed space of the car and her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. James never took his gaze off her face as he worked her, drawing it out until she was limp and panting. “Oh my God…I mean…holy shit.”

He leaned down and kissed her. It didn’t matter that he was so hard, he thought he might split the seams of his jeans, or that his mouth watered for a taste of her, or that he’d give his left nut to keep going, to know that he was the one making her come until she couldn’t come anymore. That’s not what tonight was about. He kept the kiss light, even when she arched into it, and then sat back. “Let’s get you home.”

That was the last thing out of his mouth before Carrigan moved. She grabbed his shoulders, leveraging herself up to straddle his lap. “Nice try, but I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”





Chapter Ten


Carrigan recognized what James was trying to do—back off before they had sex because part of her was still reeling from her earlier encounter. That wasn’t what she wanted from him. With only the shadows between them and their breath fogging the windows of his car, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she might never get another chance like this. It was about escape, sure, but it was more than that. She’d spent the last four months pretending that she wasn’t jonesing for another shot at James Halloran. Lying to herself.