Tiernan #2
She sat on the edge of it. I crouched, hooked her trousers and everything under them, and stripped them off in one pull.
Then I knelt between her feet. Her chest was heaving.
She had her lower lip caught in her teeth.
The most beautiful thing I'd ever had in front of me, and I'd had a while to think about it.
"Lie back," I said.
She lay back.
I kissed the inside of her knee and felt the shiver go through her. Kissed up the inside of her thigh and felt her breath stutter. I took my time. She deserved time taken, and I'd been thinking about this since the night I found her, an ocean ago. I wasn't about to rush it now.
By the time I reached her she was already wet, already wanting. My breath hit her and she made a sound that pulled a groan out of me against her thigh.
"Tiernan," she said. Warning and want in one word.
"I know. I've got you, pretty girl."
I put my mouth on her.
Her hips came off the bed. I pinned them with my hands and dragged my tongue slow through her heat, learning her, keeping track of every sound and what earned it. I found her clit and circled it and felt her thighs begin to shake. Did it again, slower, until she squirmed under my hands.
"More," she breathed. "Tiernan, please."
"Please what?" I said against her.
"More. Harder. Please."
I gave her more. I worked her with my mouth and slid two fingers into her and felt her clench around them on the first stroke. I curled them forward and she cried out, sharp, her hand slamming into my hair.
"Oh God. Right there. Don't stop."
I didn't. I fucked her slow on my fingers and worked her clit with my tongue until she came apart, thighs locked around my head, hips rolling against my face despite my hands holding them down, my name and God and please spilling out of her in a broken loop I'd be hearing in my sleep the rest of my life.
"That's it," I told her. "Give it to me. Good girl. Let me have it."
She came with a choked cry, her whole body bowing off the bed, clamping down on my fingers in long hard pulses, her fist tight enough in my hair to sting. I worked her through every second of it, kept the pressure steady until she was twitching and oversensitive and pushing weakly at my head.
I kissed my way up. Her stomach. Her ribs. The soft underside of her breast. I closed my teeth lightly on her nipple and she gasped and bucked up into me.
"Tiernan." Breathless, wrecked, nowhere near done. "If you don't get up here right now, I swear to God."
"I'm here." I kissed up her throat. "Right here."
I got the rest of my clothes off. She reached down, wrapped her hand around my cock, and stroked once, and I hissed through my teeth.
"Fair's fair," she said, something satisfied in her voice.
"Christ."
She guided me to her entrance. I notched there and held, one beat, because I wanted to keep this exact thing. Her hair spread across the pillow. Her cheeks flushed. Her mouth swollen.
"Now," she said. Low and certain.
I pushed into her slow.
She was tight and hot and soaked, and the sound she made as I filled her, low and broken and completely unmuffled, set my jaw against the work of going slow when everything in me wanted all of it at once.
I seated myself to the hilt, felt her flutter around me, dropped my forehead to hers, and breathed.
"Okay?"
"You need to move. Right now. Immediately."
"So bossy."
"Tiernan."
I drew back and drove forward and swallowed her gasp out of her mouth.
I set a deep rolling pace and she met every stroke, hips lifting, hands sliding from my back to my arse to pull me in harder, her whole body telling me what it wanted with the same eloquence as the rest of her.
I gave it to her. I drove into her harder.
Her head fell back, her mouth dropped open, her nails dragged down my spine.
"Yes. Like that. Don't stop."
"Not stopping," I said into her throat. "You feel incredible. God, the way you take me."
She made a sound that wasn't a word, hips snapping up to meet mine. I reached between us and found her clit with my thumb, and she cried out.
"Too much. It's too much, I can't."
"Yes you can." I kept my thumb moving in tight circles. "You can take it. Give me one more, pretty girl. Come on."
"Tiernan." Her voice cracked. "Tiernan, I'm going to."
"I know. I've got you. Let go."
She shattered.
Her body went rigid and then broke apart under me, clamping down on me in long pulses, a sound tearing out of her that was my name and something in Irish and something that was neither.
I drove deep and held as it ripped through her, and then it took me too, buried as far as I could get, her name in my mouth, my whole body going with it.
I came down over her and she took my weight without a word, both of us breathing like we'd run for miles.
Her hand came up and found the back of my neck. Just rested there. Warm, deliberate, specific.
I turned my head and she turned hers, and we were very close in the low firelight, and she was undone. All the careful management gone. Just Sienna, soft and open in a way I hadn't earned yet and fully intended to.
"You're going to make this complicated," she said.
"Almost certainly."
She let her head fall back to the pillow.
"Worth it, though," she said. So quietly I nearly missed it.
Nearly.
"Yeah," I said. "It is."
She didn't say anything else. Neither did I.
Outside, the sea kept on the way it always had, the one sound that had followed her through every room she'd ever slept in.
She was asleep before I was.
I lay in the dark and listened to her breathe.
I thought about a bar in Chicago on a Tuesday and a woman who poured me her dead father's whiskey without knowing why it landed the way it did.
I thought about Ronan downstairs not sleeping, and Cormac somewhere in the house keeping his own counsel, and the three of us, and all the years that had funneled every one of us into this one room on this one night.
I thought about what I told Ronan when I called him off the Chicago pavement.
You'll want to be sitting down.
I hadn't sat down. Hadn't sat down since.
Sienna Madigan was asleep in the room that faced the sea, and I decided that was probably fine.
I hadn't sat down since Chicago.
I didn't intend to start now.