“Oh yes.” She shuddered with sensation, her hands clawing at him.
“Good?” he murmured against her back. When she moaned agreement, he thrust again. He stroked her hair back from her face, encouraging her to turn her head.
“Sean...please.”
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” Her hips lifted and she pushed back, offering herself
The slow deep thrusts hypnotized all of her senses, leading her into ecstasy.
He breathed close against her ear, his thrusts slowing.
“Oh god.” The crown of his cock massaged her deeply at her center, as if his arousal grew in response when she looked at him. She moaned loudly, unable to hold back.
His cock reached. His hands around her hipbones owning her. That only made her buck against him all the more. Desperate for release, she writhed against the surface of the bed. A tight fist contracted in her chest. .
Her gaze searched his, looking for the truth.
“Yes, I love you, you crazy diamond,” he whispered, and his eyes shone.
She cried aloud.
He locked his hands on her hips and began to drive and thrust with real purpose, speeding them both toward the peak. As she blossomed into climax, her body awash with relief, tears of relief blurred her vision.
Her heart beat frantically, the ache in her chest blossoming into sheer pleasure.
He nodded at her, reinforcing his words. Then he lifted on his arms and started to thrust hard and fast, massaging her most sensitive places, sending hot tides of sensation over her entire body.
She cried out. Her whole body had been ready for this for far too long, and now he was inside her and she couldn’t help shouting her joy. Hard and fast, they thrashed out their longing, their differences, and their desires.
Her core spasmed.
Relief was imminent.
“You feel so good.” The words were wrenched from his lungs. “I want be here forever.”
He was close, and she knew because she knew this man so well.
Her climax hit, and her whole body shuddered with the force of it. She held him deep inside and squeezed his cock hard with her inner muscles while he clutched at her, whispering words of love on his lips as he came.
Chapter Twenty-one
Anxiety quickly got the better of Rowan the following morning, and she was ready to throw out the promise she’d made to Sean in the middle of the night.
I’m as bad as him, she realized. But there was a good reason.
Which was also something he’d said.
Cringing inside, she began to understand his dilemma.
She quickly decided the moral was: never promise anything if you don’t know whether you can deliver or not. The circumstances could change, no matter how good your intentions.
Did that mean she could break her promise or not, though?
Annoyed with her situation, she threw herself at Sky’s mercy “I can’t sit here twiddling my thumbs all day, wondering what the hell’s going on. Can you?”
Sky shook her head. “I know, but those Rattigan boys are so secretive when they’re on a mission. Rory was the same, when he had to deal with his employer’s death. Just disappeared on me without a word, didn’t want to share his burden.”