“I like that,” she whispers.
“Good. I like you,” I tell her, leaning forward to kiss her again.
She gives in easily, letting me take the lead in the kiss this time. I take my time tasting and teasing her with my tongue until she is writhing on my lap.
I know I will need to stop soon, but I’m too caught up in her. She’s addicting. I could spend an eternity tasting her lips.
When she begins to rock her hips against me, I nearly come in my pants. It is so juvenile, yet the hottest thing I have ever experienced. I let her continue to rub against me, my hands on her hips helping her grind harder. The first moan into my mouth is like a shot to my heart. I want to hear it again. I want to hear it without it being muffled.
One day I will have that, but for tonight, I need to keep her quiet.
I kiss her harder as she grinds against me, using me to get herself off. When she finally comes, her body tenses, her nails digging into my chest beneath my cut.
I hold her through her orgasm, kissing her softly as she comes down. When she finally collapses in my arms, I brush the hair out of her face before kissing her temple.
“That was…” she whispers.
“Amazing.”
She pulls back, her face flushed. “Embarrassing. I practically molested you.”
I laugh. “No, I wanted it as much as you did.”
I cup her face, kissing her once more.
“Gosh, why are you so perfect? I keep waiting for your flaws to show,” she says.
That only has me smiling wider.
“You want to know my flaws?”
She nods. “Please.”
“I forget to put the toilet seat down. I believe the toilet paper roll goes down the back, not the front. I don’t roll my toothpaste. I hate peanut butter. Should I keep going?”
She is giggling at this point.
“Those are all things I can live with. Now, if you say you like pineapple on pizza…”
I grimace. “Guilty as charged.”
She swats my chest. “Out with you. That’s the line.”
“Please forgive me for my transgression. I’ll never eat it again,” I promise her.
She shakes her head. “My expectations aren’t that high. Be good to me and my kids. Never raise your voice at us or harm us in any way. That’s all I can really ask for.”
I hate that she has such low expectations.
“A mhuirnín, I am going to blow those expectations out of the water. Don’t worry. Emily will have her bar set so high, barely any men will ever meet it by the time I’m done with her.”
“Thank you, Mac.”
“For what?”
“Caring for us.”
I more than care for them, but I feel like it is too soon for her to know the depth of my feelings.
