Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 115435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
“About an hour. Take a quick nap.”
“Do you want to go back to the bed and lie down?” she asks but snuggles closer, burrowing in.
“No. We’re fine right here.” I kiss her head again. I can’t keep my hands or my lips off this woman. My cock would like in on that action too, but Miller and Simon are nearby. “Sleep for a while.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
CONNOR
Billie’s right. I do love being in Galway, but I missed being with her, in our bed, in Montana. Maybe I’m becoming a sentimental arse, but we have memories in this bed. A history here.
This house, here in this town, is our home.
It’s my angel’s birthday, and she’s sleeping soundly next to me. Last night, she insisted on unpacking her things herself and putting everything away just so—she’s particular about her clothes—and it was darling to watch her coo and fuss over her pretty new finds from New York. Then we ordered in dinner from Old Town Pizza and curled up to watch a movie before we slept.
Jet lag is a bloody bitch.
But now, it’s her special day, and I’m going to make it unforgettable.
Her skin is warm and smooth as I urge her onto her back and kiss her neck. She whimpers as she stretches her arms over her head, and I pull a nipple into my mouth as my hand roams down her soft stomach, over her thigh, and back up again.
“Good morning,” she murmurs, her raspy voice full of sleep as her fingers weave into my hair.
“Aye, it is,” I agree, kissing down her rib cage, her legs scissoring, my cock stirring when she gasps. “The best day of the goddamn year because you were born on it.”
I nudge my shoulders between her thighs, spreading her open, and skim my fingers through her already soaked lips.
“So wet for me, a ghrá.” I have to taste her, to consume her. I drag my tongue through her slit, up to her hard bundle of nerves. As I push two fingers inside her heat, she lifts her hips and moans.
“God, Connor.”
“Aye, baby.” Curling my fingers up, making a come-here motion, I rub over that rough spot that makes her lose her bloody mind. “Come on my mouth. You’re such a good fecking girl.”
Her walls clench around me, and she lets go, flooding my hand with her release. I growl as I sop her up, loving every sound, every shiver coming from her spectacular body.
Pulling back, I grip her thighs and flip her over, pull her hips back, and bite her arse before landing a loud crack with my palm.
“Fuck yes,” she moans, making me grin.
My girl likes it a little rough.
Fisting my dick, I drag the crown up and down, from her clit to her tight ring of muscle, and back again.
“Is this what you want, angel?”
“Yes. Please.”
She’s pushing back, seeking my cock. “Tell me.”
“Fuck me, billionaire.”
I slam into her, bracing myself on either side of her, and nibble my way over her shoulder as I fuck her. I push my hand into her hair and fist it at her nape, holding her where I want her.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You.” God, I fucking love her raspy voice. “Only you. Always.”
“That’s right, mo rúnsearc. Only me. I’m the only man who will ever be lucky enough to touch you like this. To see how perfect you are when you come apart.”
“Oh my God.”
I grip her hips and pound her into the mattress, then pull out and flip her back over because I need to see her eyes.
She wraps her legs around me as I sink into her tight heat again and cup her face, brushing my thumb over the apple of her cheek.
“Only you,” she says, lifting those hips to meet me.
“You’re everything,” I whisper against her lips.
Tears fill her eyes as she frames my face and kisses me. I’m so damn helpless against this woman. She brings me to my knees.
With only a few more thrusts, she quivers, her walls tighten, and she cries out as she succumbs to her climax, pulling me over with her.
And when I’ve managed to catch my breath, I pull away and clean us up, then cross the room. I open the secret coffee area I arranged to have installed while we were away and make her a cup.
“You already had it done?” she asks, sitting up and wrapping the sheet around her.
“You wanted it.” I shrug as I cross to her and pass her the steaming mug, then drag my finger down her flushed cheek. “So you needed to have it.”
“You spoil me, you know.” Her eyes smile at me as she takes a sip.
“Complaining, bumble?”
“Never.” She chuckles and pushes her hand through her hair, then stands, naked as the day she was born twenty-eight years ago, that coffee in hand as she walks to the bathroom. “I need ten.”