Page 54 of Irish Betrayal

Not embarrassed in the least to be caught staring, she huskily said, “Yes.” Since her attention was definitely not on modulating her speech, she didn’t have a clue if she yelled yes or whispered it.

She sat forward and tapped his chest. “Lay down,” she signed, glancing at his face to see him say, “Oh fuck.”

She might not have much experience with sex, but she did know her way around fellatio. Refusing to think about how she acquired the skill, she reversed their positions once his back hit the bed.

Taking off the band wound around her wrist, she gathered her hair and did a haphazard bun. Daniel’s eyes tracked every movement.

As she raised her arms, he said, “Christ, Blair, you have perfect tits. Come here and put one in my mouth.”

Her body burned at his praise, but she wasn’t going to get sidetracked. Shaking her head, she leaned over his body, so much bigger and harder than her own.

Before her mouth touched his, she signed, “I’m going to kiss your neck.” Allowing her mouth to nuzzle the crease between his throat and chest, kissing there, her tongue darting out to taste.

Sitting up, she signed, “I want to taste your nipples, see if I like yours as much as you like mine.” His eyes darkened as he followed her hands.

She spent several minutes on his chest, nipping and licking, grazing her teeth over his tight little nipples. He was moving his lower body with more purpose, rubbing his erection against her stomach—until she sat up once more.

“Have I ever kissed your belly button?” she asked, still only using sign. It forced him to pay attention.

“No, but⁠—”

She cut him off simply by turning her head. Scooting down further, she let his shaft rub over her breasts but only for a moment.

She kissed his stomach while her fingers traced the dips and ridges over his abdomen. She used to think about how unfair it was for Daniel to be so handsome and have that body, but that was when other women got to touch him.

Now that he was hers, she appreciated every line.

She lifted her chin and made eye contact. He was near to losing it, thrilling Blair, because she was the one to make him crazy.

Letting her hands move ever so slowly south until only the barest edge of her blunt nails scratched the side of his throbbing sex, she said out loud, “I think I’m going to taste you now.”

He spoke quickly, out loud and signing. “Yes. Now. Please.” He reached for her, cupping her chin briefly and running his thumb over her kiss swollen lips before tunneling his fingers through her curls and leading her mouth where he so badly wanted it.

That was the last moment where either of them concerned themselves with conversation. Their communication became, grunts, moans, screams, and shouts.

For the first time in weeks, she stopped feeling the chronic aches and pains in her belly. She was free of the past, free of darkness, nightmares, and shadows.

Free of him.

In this, Blair’s other senses, enhanced from her deafness, didn’t leave her at a disadvantage. She knew that she could get Daniel off, anytime, anywhere, in minutes. Her confidence soared as the night wore on, convinced that they truly were made for each other.

Blair lost count of how many times they clung to each other afterward only to start again moments later, unable to stop touching.

Sometime near dawn, Blair woke tangled against Daniel’s chest, warm and boneless beneath heavy blankets.

For a moment, she simply watched him sleep.

The sharp lines of his face had softened completely. White hair fell across his forehead. One strong arm remained locked around her waist even while unconscious, holding her close.

Her chest tightened painfully.

She loved him so much. Blair had been foolish to believe she could run from him, that it wouldn’t destroy her.

As though sensing her stare, Daniel’s eyes opened slowly.

The moment he saw her awake, his expression changed instantly. It didn’t appear like he was thinking about a lazy morning sipping coffee on the deck.

There was heat.