Fighting for Irish (Fighting for Love, #3)

Without word or warning, she got to her knees and straddled his hips, wrapping her arms around him and tucking her face into his neck. “You would never, and could never, hurt me like that. I don’t agree with your guilt over Janey, but I do understand it. I’ll help you get over it in time, help you heal. You didn’t give up on me, and now I’m not giving up on you.”


Unable to summon the strength he needed to push her away like he should, Aiden held her tight, closed his eyes, and lost himself in her embrace.

He’d made the decision to stay in Alabaster to keep her safe, but in the process it seemed she was determined to save him. An impossibility? Maybe, but that didn’t make her desire to see him redeemed any less amazing. And he loved her all the more for it.

Another semi drove by, making him remember he’d stopped on the shoulder of an off-ramp. He needed to get them to a place to rest for the night. Pulling back slightly, he kissed her soft lips, then lowered his forehead to hers. “What do you say we get out of here so I can find us a room and show you just how much I’ve missed you.”

“Mmm, I’d say that sounds perfect,” she purred.

“Then you’d better get on your side of this bench seat before a certain part of me jumps the gun.”

A devilish glint sparked in her eyes and she bit the corner of her lip, giving her a smirk to match. Somewhere in the back of his mind a robot bellowed, Danger, Will Robinson! but the moment her hand snaked between their bodies to squeeze his balls, all his circuits fried.

She batted her lashes with a fake innocence that had his dick hardening. Well, that plus the whole ball-squeezing thing. “Would this be the part you’re referring to?”

“You’re gonna make this an awfully uncomfortable drive for me, kitten, if you don’t keep your hands to yourself.”

Stroking up his shaft, she raised a challenging brow. “Not if we take the edge off before we go anywhere.”

Aiden damn near choked at the suggestion. The mere thought of her straddling him as he thrust up into her over and over was enough to make his cock punch through both pairs of shorts. “You don’t wanna do that, sweetheart.”

Kat frowned, drawing his focus to that pouting lower lip. Jesus Christ, does this woman do anything that doesn’t tempt me?

“Why not?”

“Because it wouldn’t be the kind of lovemaking you’re used to with me,” he said. They’d both discussed several days ago that she seemed to be doing better. That her mind was starting to trust her instincts more to the point where her eyes drifted closed for short periods without it pulling her into herself. But she still had a long way to go and he didn’t want to push her in the wrong direction. “Public sex is never slow and easy. It’s fast and dirty. I don’t want that to trigger anything bad for you.”

“It won’t,” she assured him, lacing her hands behind his neck. “Not as long as I can see that it’s you. I’ve never done anything like this; it’ll be a first for me. Please?”

He took everything from me, Irish…all my firsts. I can never get any of those things back. They’re gone forever.

Maybe they aren’t gone after all, Aiden thought. He couldn’t give her back things like her first kiss or her first time having sex, but he could give her firsts she probably never even thought of. Whether it was her first time having sex in public or her first baseball game, he selfishly wanted to be the one to give them to her.

He slid his hands up her bare thighs but couldn’t feel her like he should because of the tape on his hands. He’d had more important things to worry about earlier and figured he’d cut it off when they got to their room. But there was no way in hell he’d sacrifice the feel of her on his palms if he could help it.

Using his teeth, he worked at the wrap until he tore a decent chunk to grab. As he unwound it from his hand, he did his best to mentally prepare her. “Listen very carefully, Kat. I wanna fuck you so badly right now I can barely think straight.”

One hand free, one to go. Again he bit at the tape until it ripped and he had an edge to grab. “This is gonna be fast and hard. I want your eyes on me at all times.”

Her breaths were shallow and quick and the scent of her arousal drove him that much closer to insanity. Finally the entire length of tape joined the rest somewhere in the backseat.

“Eyes on me, and you tell me right away if anything gets bad. Got it?”

She nodded.

“Words, Kat,” he reminded her. “Promise me.”

“I will, I promise.”

She’d barely gotten the words out before he crushed his mouth to hers. His tongue plunged inside and dominated her with forceful strokes. Licking and suckling, he ate at her like she was his last meal with only seconds to enjoy her. He fisted his hands in her silken hair and pulled, giving him better access to feast on her arched throat.

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