“I say so.”
Naked lust shot out from across the room at her. She shivered at the dark promise in his eyes, a promise that warned he wasn’t going to hold back. Not with her body. Probably not with her heart.
Harper didn’t care.
“Come to me.”
Her breath shuddered in her lungs. Every step was a deliberate reminder she was choosing him. When she finally stood close, the lash of his body heat struck her hard; the scent of soap and skin and spice surrounded her. His hands wrapped under the line of her jaw, holding her still, and his gaze delved deep, probing all the way to her secret, lonely soul. Vulnerability hit, but his slightly shaky hands told her she wasn’t the only one affected.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he said gruffly, his thumbs stroking her cheeks. “I’m afraid I’ll be too rough. I’ve wanted this for a long time.”
His admission soothed her nerves. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and tilted her head back, giving him full access. “I don’t want gentle,” she whispered back. “I want hard and rough. I want dirty.”
An Irish curse blistered his lips. She caught the low scrape of his chuckle before his mouth paused an inch from her own. “That I can give you.”
His mouth took hers, and her entire body sighed. His lips were supersoft and his tongue hot and delicious as he claimed her, drinking every drop, and her nails bit into his shoulders while she pressed close, her breasts cradled against his muscled chest, teasing her hard nipples.
He groaned, ripping his mouth from hers only to tug off her T-shirt. The buttons of his shirt scratched against her skin, and her fingers clumsily began pulling at them, desperate for full contact. They kissed in between wriggling off clothes, kicking off shoes, until finally they were in their underwear, and he scooped her up to lay her out on the bed.
She shivered under his blistering gaze, remaining still as he devoured her with his eyes, his pupils darkening in savage satisfaction. “I knew it,” he murmured, tracing the line of her purple lace bra strap. “I had an idea you were a seductress under those clothes. Do you know how many sleepless nights I spent imagining this moment?” He tweaked her nipple through the lace, ran his hand over her trembling stomach, and raked his fingers over the matching delicate panties.
A surge of wetness dampened the lace, and she bowed her hips, offering more. “Funny, I’ve been sleeping fine,” she managed to get out, the lie evident in her needy body practically weeping for him.
A devilish smile rested upon his lips. “Oh, I’m gonna make you pay for that remark.”
She arched up and tried to drag him onto the bed. “Good, I’m waiting. Do you have a condom?”
“Right here.” He reached down and grabbed one from his pants.
A husky laugh escaped her lips. “Planned to seduce me this weekend, Irish?”
“I’ve been carrying them around since I met you, love. Leave a man to his dreams, okay?”
Her second laugh died in her throat when he peeled his briefs over his hips. Harper took in every inch of solid muscle, earned the old-fashioned way, with hard labor and sweat. Hair dusted golden skin, lighter in the places shielded by his clothes. His thighs reminded her of sturdy tree trunks, braced apart, emphasizing the hard, swollen length of his thick cock. A low moan cut through the room. She didn’t even realize it’d come from her until he shook his head in warning.
“Keep looking at me like that, we both won’t last long.”
“I’m just admiring the view. There’s no curse here.”
He stalked toward the bed again and stared down at her with a touch of greed. “What curse?”
Her lips curved in a mischievous grin. “The Irish curse.”
Recognition hit. One brow quirked, and he joined her on the bed. “Oh, you’re really in for it now, love. Let’s see how loudly you can apologize.” Hard hands lifted her hips and tugged down her lace panties.
Her eyes widened. “I was just kidding! Aidan—”
Sliding her thighs open, he positioned his shoulders in between them. “I love how you say my name. I can’t get enough of it. Can’t get enough of you.”
His head dropped.
Oh God.
He worshipped her with his tongue, licked and sucked and teased, holding her open with his thumbs and humming in pure satisfaction with every motion. Her hips rotated in demand, helpless under the deft ministrations of that delectable mouth, until the orgasm shimmering in front of her hit full force. She writhed on the bed and cried his name, her fingers twisting violently in the sheets, riding out the exquisite release that shook every inch of her body.
He kissed the backs of her knees, her hip, her belly button. He slid back up, running his tongue between her breasts, then quickly snapping open the front closure of her bra to free her aching nipples. “You taste so damn sweet, Harper,” he murmured, sucking gently on one swollen tip. Her hands found the back of his head, sliding through the crisp straw-colored strands and holding him tight to her. “I can’t wait much longer. I need to be inside you.”
“Yes.” She tried to focus, halfway drunk from his touch and smell and taste. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she opened herself up and invited him in.
He rasped out something in Irish, his breath hot in her ear. Fitting himself quickly with the condom, he rose up, grasped her knees, and surged inside.
Fullness. Stretching. Heat.
Pleasure.
Her body squeezed him tight, even as she fought for breath at the complete and utter invasion. Buried to the hilt, he took a ragged breath, his gaze raking over her face. “Stay with me, love,” he murmured, patient as she adjusted to his girth. She rocked her hips a bit as the tension eased and her muscles relaxed, and he groaned, pressing his forehead to hers. “God, you feel so good. Tight. Perfect.”
“And you’re so damn . . . big.”
His laugh was low and intimate, and he took her mouth in a deep, drugging kiss as he began to move. His hands reached across and grasped her fingers, entwining them together and bringing them up beside her head. Slowly, ever so slowly, he pulled completely out. Paused.
Then slammed fully inside.
She gasped at the electric sensation, her sensitive clit pulsing, ready for the perfect pressure to detonate. But he kept up the rhythm, moving a bit faster each time, until she became trapped within the searing agony of sensual tension, hanging on the edge of the void of orgasm.
“Aidan,” she pleaded, digging her nails into the back of his hand. “Please.”
“Don’t want it to end.” His golden eyes glittered with savage intensity. “Want it all.”
She groaned with frustration and did the only thing left to do.
Squeezing her legs tight around his hips, she lifted up and, using the pressure of her body weight, forcibly flipped him over, with him still deep inside her. Climbing on top, she sank down fully, bowing back her body.
“So perfect,” he breathed out, his hands cupping her small breasts. “Take what you want, Harper.”
With a savage growl, she did. Moving her body to her own demanding pace, she found the angle that hit the shimmery spot, her clit scraping against his dick as she chased her orgasm, getting closer, until—
His name ripped from her lips. She threw her head back and let the release wash over her in waves, riding it out for endless moments that stretched forever in glorious, brutal pleasure.