I simply came apart.
Crying into his mouth, I rocked around him, myorgasm tipping over the edge and flooding waves of liquid pleasure through my body until I shook with it.
And Luch?
He laughed.
He laughed into my mouth, kissing me softly as he wrapped both arms around me, pulling me tight to him in a hug. I felt cradled and safe, protected from the world outside, as he continued to chuckle.
“Bloody hell, Faelan. But you’re fucking glorious. I’m going to have dirty dreams about that for a week.”
“Och, wheesht, Luch.” I buried my face in his shirt, embarrassed about how responsive I was to his kiss. I’d gone off like a rocket, basically.
“I’m serious. That was sexy as hell. You’re amazing. Simply amazing.”
Looking up, I realized he was serious, and I had to look away.What about when he finds out who I really am?
Then he’d hate me forever.
The thought alone was like dumping a bucket of cold water over my head and I eased back, needing to put some space between us. How would I gracefully make my way out of this without hurting his feelings?
For once in my life, I was pleased when the first fat drops of rain hit the back of my head. In seconds, the skies opened up. Luch packed up the remains of the picnic, scooped Oban up, cradling him close, and we hustled back to the car.
Saving the awkward conversation for another day, I begged off any more time with Luch by explaining I was freezing, and exhausted from work. When he dropped me off, saying goodbye with another searingkiss, I ran inside and slammed the door behind me, my heart pounding in my chest.
How? How had he made me come so effortlessly?How had Luch’s touch, his kisses, his reverence made me hotter than I’d ever felt before?And why had I finally found someone I felt so connected to when he couldn’t be mine?
Because no matter what I felt, the reality was, I couldn’t take this situation—I refused to call it a relationship—with Luch a step further.
He is so utterly dangerous for my soul … and possibly my heart.And I simply hated the fact that I knew, deep in my bones, by my own feelings or his potential actions, this man was going to hurt me.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Luch
As expected, I’d woken up with my cock in my hand and the taste of Faelan’s kisses on my lips.
Bloody hell, but she was incredible.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that Faelan was meant for me. I wanted to uncover all her secrets, have her bare her soul to me, to learn everything that she was holding back. And if yesterday was just a small taste of how responsive she was to my touch, I could only imagine what it would be like when I convinced her to make love to me.
Although…she hadn’t told me she was a healer.
And after revealing my mum’s painful reality yesterday, I doubted she’d tell me anytime soon. Why would she? I hadn’t exactly painted Mum’s life in a good light, and I’d made it tremendously clear that my entire family hated healers.
Well, just one in particular, the chancer who hadn’t helped my mum in her greatest time of need.
It was a sore spot, for all of us, and yet here I was, lusting after the very type of woman that we’d sworn to forever hate.
What was wrong with me?
Was this just some sort of big “fuck you” to my father? Was I thumbing my nose at their beliefs? Forcing them even further back from me? I felt a little like the straight-A schoolboy who’d never broken a rule in his life falling for the tough girl who smoked cigarettes and broke curfew.
Except, from what I could see, Faelan didn’t really seem to be all that bad.
She’d healed Oban, hadn’t she?
I was beyond confused, because meeting Faelan was challenging long-held beliefs, and I still couldn’t talk to her about it, because she hadn’t given mehersecret yet.
