Fighting for Irish (Fighting for Love, #3)

But it wasn’t enough. Aiden still felt starved for her.

Reaching beneath her dress, he grabbed her ass with both hands. She moaned and rocked herself over his erection. He hissed in a breath and nipped at the cord in her neck in retaliation. Grasping her panties, he rent them in two, baring her sweet *. True to his word, Aiden didn’t tease her or go slow. Instead he reached from behind and thrust his fingers deep inside. She cried out and dug her nails into his bare shoulders.

Pulling out more of her juices, he slicked them over her swollen lips, then slid the wet tip of his middle finger up and circled her tight hole. She gasped but pushed back against it instead of lifting away from it. That small involuntary act conjured depraved desires of plunging deep in her ass to feel her constrict around him until he lost his mind. Then again, if he didn’t bury himself in her * in the next thirty seconds, there wouldn’t be any left of it to lose.

Kat grabbed the sides of his face and yanked him back to her hungry mouth. Their tongues danced and fought for control. His timid kitten had become a voracious tiger laying claim to him as much as he did her, and it made his cock steel-hard.

Still, despite her forward nature, he felt a thread of reserve about taking her this way. It wasn’t that he didn’t like it or had ever had reservations of this kind with any other woman. But Kat wasn’t just any woman. She was special in every way and deserved to be treated with tenderness and love. He’d never forgive himself if he ever made her feel cheap or used.

“Last chance, baby,” he forced out.

“I want this just as much as you, believe me.” He narrowed skeptical eyes at her. “I know what you need,” she said, a saucy smile twisting her mouth. “You always make sure I use my words, but what you need this time are the right words.”

Her hands roved down his chest, the sound of her nails dragging along the cotton of his tank making his skin underneath envious. Aiden licked his suddenly dry lips and swallowed before asking, “And what would the right words be?”

She leaned in, closing every millimeter of space deliberately and slowly, until he felt the hard points of her nipples graze his pecs and her sex rocked over his painfully hard erection. Whispering against his ear, her warm breath sent tingles down his spine that wrapped around his balls.

“I want your cock. Hard, deep, and fast. I want you”—she paused to lick up the outer shell of his ear before enunciating the last three syllables for emphasis—“to fuck me.”

Those words sounded dirty normally, but coming from her lips they sounded more carnal than anything he’d ever heard. And damn if it didn’t make him wicked hot, burning up the last thread of his restraint.

Growling a curse of his own, Aiden freed himself from both pairs of shorts, then lifted her up and slammed himself into her tight heat in one swift move. Kat cried out, throwing her head back to expose the elegant curve of her neck.

He held her in place with one arm around her waist and fisted his free hand in the back of her hair. Scraping his teeth up the length of her throat, he felt her tremble. Her nipples pebbled and rubbed against his chest. His mouth watered and he resented not having the time to taste and tease them like he wanted. Promising himself he’d get the chance later, he feasted on her lips and drank of her tongue like the starved man he was.

Unable to hold back any longer, he wrenched himself away and held her gaze as his hands guided her hips up and down his slick shaft. Her fingers dug into the muscles of his shoulders as she took her cue from him, took control, and proceeded to fuck him into oblivion.

Damp strands of hair stuck to her face and her skin shone with her desire in the pale moonlight. A mix of heavy breathing, grunts, and gasps accompanied their frenzied actions and filled his ears with its sweet music. Sweat dripped from his brow and his entire body was strung bow-tight as he desperately tried to hold off his own climax bearing down on him like a runaway train. He wanted to go over the edge with her, but if she wasn’t ready to go soon, he’d be making the trip solo.

“Lean back, baby,” he said, gently pushing her back until her shoulders rested against the dashboard. The position was perfect for the angle he wanted, while the windshield prevented her from dropping her head back and losing sight of him. “Now keep your hips up and let me do all the work.”

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