Page 53 of Irish Betrayal

Whether it was her words or her expression, Daniel appeared satisfied. His mouth moved to her jaw, then her throat, lingering anywhere that made her tremble beneath him. Blair’s fingers slid through his white hair, completely lost in the sensation of him.

Every touch felt magnified after months apart.

Every breath.

Every kiss.

Daniel worshipped her body like he’d been dreaming about it every night since Dublin.

Maybe he had. She had—when her nightmares didn’t intrude.

Blair bit her lip, her eyes sealed… You will not think of him. You. Will. Not.

When Daniel’s hands skimmed across her ribs, his fingertips grazing the sensitive skin under her breasts, Blair arched into him immediately, earning a low groan from deep in his chest. She retaliated by dragging her fingertips over his ass, caressing and pulling him closer to where she wanted him.

“That,” he muttered against her skin, “is going to ruin me.”

She laughed silently, and he kissed her harder for it.

Inhibition disappeared gradually between heated kisses and wandering hands until skin met skin, warm, hot, and slick with sweat. Daniel paused then, bracing himself above her as his expression shifted from heated to something almost disbelieving.

“I still can’t believe you’re here. That I’m here. Together,” he admitted softly.

Blair touched his face carefully.

“I’m sorry I hurt you.”

Pain flickered through his eyes before determination replaced it.

“We’ll deal with all of that tomorrow,” he reminded her. “Tonight, you’re back in my arms, and I’m not wasting another second.”

And he didn’t.

Blair had only had sex once, so her belly cramped with equal parts fear and anticipation at what she knew was coming. She might have been barely past virgin-hood, but she knew from reading and her friends that pain should never be a part of the experience again. Not that it had diminished her first time.

Daniel used his fingers and mouth to bring her to agonizing peaks while her own hands and mouth were anything but idle.

She felt vibrations in her chest and throat. Her brain told her she was making strange, unattractive deaf noises and ruining the moment, but her eyes showed her Daniel. He was fierce, furious in his passion. Whatever her passion sounded like, he clearly liked it and wanted more.

When her eyes managed to stay open and alert, the only words she read coming from his lips were; more, now, hot, wet, need you, fuck, come for me, and…I love you.

The night blurred into warmth and movement and tangled sheets.

Daniel kissed her until she would have sworn under oath in a court of law that she was nothing, nothing but a body made for Daniel O’Faolain, for his pleasure. For his desire, and her own.

He touched her until every nerve in her body was painfully aware of the man above her. She managed to engage some of her brain and after the first orgasm and before the second, she managed to half speak, half sign that she still wasn’t on birth control.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” was all she got before Daniel turned his head and lifted from her body, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

He lunged over the side of the bed to grab his wallet from his trouser pocket, grinning like a mischievous teenager when he held up a gold packeted condom. “It’s new, not like last time,” he preened.

Blair signed, “Did Katy provide the condoms? She seems to be helpful like that considering I noticed your bags in the hallway when we came in.”

Daniel’s grin only broadened. “Katy has been very accommodating,” he started while kneeling between her legs once more, “but I bought them myself. Thank you very much.”

If he was still speaking, Blair wouldn’t know. Her focus was no longer on reading his lips. Instead, her attention was on watching Daniel stroke his sex, which was jutting heavily between his legs.

She was so enthralled, Blair didn’t realize for a second that he’d let himself go and was signing, “Like what you see?”