Chapter 35 #2
He gritted his teeth, using every drop of restraint he possessed to stop her before he came. “Need a fucking condom.”
Her forehead landed on his chest as she huffed. “Do we? I mean, isn’t this enough?”
He gritted his teeth at the sight of her round, worried eyes.
She thought she wasn’t pleasuring him. The opposite was fucking true.
As much as he liked foreplay, he needed to be hers on the most basic, primal level.
His fraught body needed something to sink into.
“Enough to make me come, aye, but not enough of you . I need you around me, firecracker. I need to get lost in you.”
“I’m not on birth control, so we …”
“I know. I wasn’t asking to go without. Maybe … Maybe in my wallet in the locker room.” But that was so far, and he didn’t know if he could drag himself away from the warmth soaking through his muscles.
“I’ll get it,” she offered. He told her where to find it, and she gave him a quick kiss on the nose that nearly ended him. She returned not a minute later wrapped in a towel, red foil in her hand and hair dripping over her shoulders.
“Thank fuck.” He didn’t waste time in picking up where they left off, tearing the foil between his teeth. Eiley helped him to roll the condom over his cock, igniting the embers in his core.
He braced her against the wall, resting his hands on either side of her head as he dipped to kiss her neck. “I’m so fucking tired, Eiley,” he admitted.
“We don’t have to—”
“I want to. God, I need to. I just don’t know if I’ll be any good.”
Her fingers curled at the nape of his neck, gently tugging his short hair. “I somehow don’t see that being a problem.”
His hand slid between her thighs, dipping inside her wet opening before moving to her clit. She moaned, opening her legs wider. “I missed you,” she confessed. “I missed you so much, Warren.”
It was all he’d ever wanted to hear, even if he hadn’t known it until now.
He exhaled, slipping his tip inside her with as much control as he could muster.
Her head dropped back, neck catching some of the shower’s spray.
He licked up the rivulets running down her chest and then, finally, entered her.
There, the restless ache inside him could finally settle, tension unfurling and the sludge dissipating.
“So perfect,” he murmured.
She bucked her hips, and he keened like a man possessed, cock pulsing against her walls.
“Go slow,” Eiley begged. “Let me help, okay?”
When he pulled back, trembling, she curled her hands around his base so he never had to feel her absence.
He loved her, and he was so lost in his exhaustion and pleasure that he almost said it.
Wanted to. He loved that she was here, trying to take care of him after a nightmare of a shift.
Loved that she tested him, loved that she cared so much.
Fraser had been right about that. He saw that heart on her sleeve now; it was no longer hidden.
“You’re all I’ve thought about all night.” Her hot breath flooded his ear, and he thrust again, as deep as he could. It wasn’t nearly enough, not in this position, not with their heights so misaligned, but it would get him to his climax all the same. It didn’t matter, as long as he had her here.
“Do you have any idea,” he muttered through gritted teeth, “how much good you deserve, mo ghaol ?”
“What does it mean?” She began to pant, clenching around him desperately. “You keep saying it, but I don’t know what it means.”
It was something that slipped out. Something his father used to call his mother, an old habit passed along without intention. Like it was innate, and his heart had already decided.
“My love,” he admitted. “It means my love.” And it was what she was, now more than ever as she paid attention to what he needed first. Always everyone else first.
Fuck that.
He sheathed himself fully inside her, batting her hands away so he could play with her clit.
“Oh, god. That’s not … what we agreed.”
“I’ll always take care of you first.” He used the last dregs of his strength to rut in and out of her, slow like she asked, but not enough to let the tension ebb.
She lifted one leg around him, allowing him better access, and every nerve in his body came alive with the sensation it offered.
The closeness. Their bodies melded, synchronising after being apart.
“Say it again,” she begged,
“ Mo ghaol .” He worked her clit harder, their skin slapping and joining and shuddering. “My fucking love.”
Water rolled down her cheek, or maybe it was a tear, as she said, “I’m close. I’m so close.”
“Me, too. Need you to come with me.” He focused on the build, their movements, until he was teetering on the brink, each step leading him closer to the edge. “Now. Come for me now.”
The world fell out of focus as her cries chased him through his orgasm. Her fingers dug into his back, his into her circling hips, and he never wanted this to end as his pleasure spilled hot into the condom.
But his body was at its limit, so he could only slump into her when it was over. She held him tightly, without question, for minutes, kissing his damp skin and keeping him upright.
“Come on,” she said. “I’ll take you home.”
She clearly had no idea that he was already there.