The Wedding Pact (The O'Malleys #2)(76)

He nodded like she’d confessed to more than a single word. Maybe she had. “Everything and more, lovely.” He tossed her panties to the side.

She didn’t give him a chance to retreat, though. Carrigan unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down just enough to free his cock. His whole body went tense, and she looked up the long line of his chest, meeting his gaze and waiting to see if he’d stop her. He didn’t.

So she took him into her mouth, sucking him down until his curse rang to the ceiling. He fisted his hands in her hair. “I’ve been thinking about that hot, wet mouth around my cock, lovely. I’ve come more times than I can count to that fantasy.”

She hummed her approval, taking him deeper, never taking her eyes off his face. He watched her, his jaw tight and his eyes hooded. “The fantasy doesn’t even come close. Slip that hand between your legs. Does sucking me off get you wet?”

Yes. She ran her tongue along the underside of his cock as she obeyed him. Though a part of her wanted to finish him like this, to see him lose control completely, she needed to lose herself in him more. “James, I need you.”

“And if I tell you to finish me this way?”

His control was better than hers. It had been since they started this dance around each other all those months ago. But she had an ace up her sleeve, and she didn’t hesitate to use it now. “Please, James. I want to come around your cock. Please.”

He cursed long and low. “I couldn’t deny you even if I wanted to.” He grabbed a condom from the nightstand, put it on, and crawled onto the bed, settling between her legs. He shoved against her, the angle wrong to push inside her, his cock sliding over her clit. “This is what you need, lovely.” He hitched her leg up, opening her further.

“Yes!” She grabbed his shoulders, arching up to meet his thrusts, trying to move to eliminate that last tiny distance between them.

But he was having none of it. He nipped her neck. “Not yet.”

“Damn it, stop teasing me.”

“Never.” He slid over her again, the sensation not enough to push her into oblivion. “I love the way you writhe for me, how your body goes soft and tight at the same time, like you’ll never get enough.” He kept his free hand on her hip, pinning her in place and preventing her from changing the angle. “I love how you’ll do damn near anything to get me inside you.”

She would, too. She grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking it a little harder than she would have normally. “And you’re a goddamn tease.”

“You love it.” Another stroke.

“Maybe.”

He shifted, his cock notching in her entrance, and pushed just the tip into her. She hissed out a breath, needing so much more, but he seemed content to hold that position. “James!”

He sank another inch into her. “This is what you need. What you can’t go another second without.”

“Yes. Oh my God, yes.”

Another inch. And another. Slowly and surely, until he had sunk into her to the hilt. And then he kissed her, his tongue working hers, taking what he already knew was his. She moved against him, only able to shift the slightest bit because of his weight pinning her to the mattress. That barest amount created a delicious friction, though, so she kept doing it. Pleasure built with each breath, low and deep and more profound than anything she’d ever felt before. She clutched his shoulders, her legs sliding over his, sweat slicking her skin. “James, I—”

“I know, lovely.” He thrust a little, spiraling her pleasure higher. “I feel it, too.”

She was so damn close, but she never wanted it to end. She ran her hands down his back, lightly raking her nails over his skin, to dig into his ass. “Please don’t stop.”

“I’m never going to stop.” He thrust again, and that was all it took. She undulated wildly beneath him, taking him as deep as she could in this position, holding him so close she wasn’t sure where she ended and where he began. He moved back, spreading her legs even further and pounding into her. “I’ve said it before, lovely, and I’ll say it again. You’re mine and mine alone.”





Chapter Twenty-One


James traced Carrigan’s tattoo and then moved down the center of her stomach. Her muscles twitched beneath his finger, but she just turned her head and looked at him. Tired pleasure radiated from every line of her body. “I needed that.”

“I know.” He kissed her shoulder. Having her beneath him had been almost cleansing. He felt new and whole and vulnerable in a way he wasn’t prepared to deal with. He’d told her he loved her. She hadn’t said it back, but she also hadn’t run screaming from the room. He knew she cared about him. There was time to build things between them.