He wasted no time lowering his mouth to her opening, running his tongue along her slit. She was already wet. Soaking wet.
Padraig used the tip of his tongue to tease her clit, his hands resting on her upper thighs to hold her still. Drawing his tongue lower, he pushed it inside her pussy. She was hot and oh-so ready for him.
Emmy’s hands flew to his head. “Holy shit. So much better than my toys.”
He fucked her with his tongue before returning to her clit. Pressing two fingers inside her, he groaned at the tightness. Thrusting his fingers, he kept pressure on her clit with his tongue.
“Oh God,” she cried. “That feels so good. Right there. Oh my God, right there,” she said with a gasp when he curled his fingers inside her. “Please do that again!”
Padraig would obviously never have to guess what Emmy liked. She was a vocal lover and it turned him on.
He continued to stretch her with his fingers while teasing her clit with his tongue and teeth. He was determined her first orgasm would come from his mouth.
Padraig didn’t have long to wait. Emmy fell over the edge after only a few minutes, her body trembling as the pleasure of her orgasm washed through her. He continued to stroke her throughout, gritting his teeth over the impossibly tight clenching of her pussy.
It had been so long since he’d found his own pleasure with anything other than his hand. He’d actually resigned himself to the fact that jerking off was it for him, certain for so long that he’d never want to sleep with another woman.
Then Emmy walked into his life. And his heart.
And he realized there was something else they had in common. Because like her, nowadays, he needed love with his sex too.
Love.
Padraig lifted his head, then rose on unsteady legs, looking down at Emmy.
Her hands were thrown over her head, her eyes closed, her body flushed.
She was beautiful.
And his.
He loved her.
The realization hit him like a wrecking ball.
Her eyelids lifted and her gaze focused on him. That was when he realized he hadn’t moved, hadn’t spoken.
He couldn’t begin to guess what she read on his face.
“Paddy,” she whispered, lifting her arms toward him. “Please.”
He closed his eyes, recalling a time when Mia had said those exact same words to him. They’d gone to the beach because she’d never seen the ocean. That night, in their hotel room, they’d made love. Mia had spoken his name with that one word. Please.
Then, like now, he’d been overwhelmed by the feeling of love, his heart so full of the emotion he thought it would burst.
He didn’t think Mia should be here—in his thoughts. Not when he was with Emmy. But he didn’t know how to keep her out.
Padraig jerked when Emmy’s hand slipped into his. He opened his eyes and noticed she’d sat up, her eyes studying his face. Seeing far too much.
“You haven’t slept with anyone since her.”
It wasn’t a question. It didn’t have to be. Emmy knew that truth.
“It’s just…” He paused, unable to confess his feelings. He didn’t want to hurt Emmy, didn’t want her to think he wasn’t one hundred percent here with her, in this moment. Because he was.
She smiled softly. “She keeps popping into your head.”
He nodded.
Emmy patted the spot next to her on the mattress, and he sank down next to her.
“Do you still want to sleep with me?” she asked.
He didn’t hesitate to respond. “More than anything.”
The ends of her lips lifted slightly, the shadow of a grin that faded too fast. “Do you think you’d regret it if we did?”
“Never in a million years.”
This time the grin lasted a second or two longer.
“Are you wishing that I was her?”
Emmy had the courage of a lion, asking one painful question after another, risking the hurt his answers could bring. Regardless of that, she didn’t hold back.
“Jesus. No, I don’t. Not at all, Emmy. Fuck. It’s more like…disbelief.”
“Disbelief?”
“I’m struggling to believe I can have this twice. I keep seeing Mia’s face, and then I look at you and…”
“And?” she prompted, waiting for him to explain, but he wasn’t sure he could. Or at least, he wasn’t sure he could explain it well enough.
“I never thought I could feel this way again. That I could be with a woman who wasn’t Mia and want her so damn much, it actually hurt. And I don’t just mean physically. I want you, Emmy, utterly and completely…in every possible way. Body, soul, heart.”
This time, she didn’t merely grin. She smiled, her whole face filled with absolute joy. “That is so going in a book.”
He chuckled, the sound cut short when she twisted, straddling his thighs, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, their position the same as the one on the couch. His rock-hard cock pressed between their bodies.
“You don’t have to shut Mia out, Paddy. I don’t want to erase your memories of her or rewrite your past. And I think it’s only natural that you would think of her tonight. I’d be surprised if you didn’t.”
He kissed her, her words soaking into his skin like aloe on a burn. The kiss started slow, gentle, but it soon grew in strength, in passion, as he pressed her lips open with his, their tongues meeting, stroking.
Padraig turned them together, reclaiming her lips, refusing to release her for even a second. He pushed her to her back, following her down. His chest was flat against her breasts, his knees resting on the mattress between her outstretched thighs. She lifted her legs, wrapping them around his hips.
He shifted slightly, reaching between them to place the head of his cock at her opening and lifting his head, wanting to see her eyes as he pushed in.
Their gazes locked as he slowly slid inside, his body tight with the need to go slow.
That attempt was made difficult by Emmy, who kept shifting, lifting, drawing him deeper.
Once he was seated to the hilt, he kissed her.
Then froze.
“Shit. Emmy,” he whispered.
Emmy, as always, read his mind.
“I’m on birth control. It’s fine.”
He swallowed heavily, nodded, and set himself free. Padraig started thrusting slowly, but soon his movements grew faster, harder, hungrier.
Emmy was with him every step of the way, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her hips rising to meet him.
He grasped her legs beneath her knees, lifting her higher.
The change in position drove her to the peak in an instant. Emmy’s eyes closed as she cried out. He gritted his teeth as she came, fighting with everything he had to hold back his own climax. He wasn’t finished with her. Not by a long shot.
God. He’d never be done with her.
He slowed his motions but didn’t stop fucking her through her orgasm. She shivered, her body loose, her limbs exhausted.
“Paddy,” she said, her voice hoarse from her cries.
“One more, Em. I want you to give me one more.” As he spoke, he pulled out, flipping her to her stomach. She flopped down on the mattress like every bone in her body had turned to liquid.
He chuckled, then slapped her ass. Just one hard, stinging smack.
Her reaction was exactly as he hoped. She gasped with shock, then wiggled her ass. “Do that again.”