“Honestly,” he said, his voice hoarse, “I haven't. I spent years trying not to think of you as anything other than Noah Murphy’s irritating daughter.”
She frowned.
“I don’t mean to upset you.” He slid long fingers over hard nipples as her head fell back, offering him to touch, to taste. “I wish all this had happened sooner though.” He swallowed hard as he rose and pressed a gentle kiss to her breast. A small moan escaped her lips as she slid her fingers into his hair, urging him on.
“Did you think of me this way?” he asked, and flicked his tongue over her hard nipple, sending shooting waves of desire.
“I did,” she whispered, and then cried out as he fixed his mouth on her breast, taking her in. She arched against him, her hair tumbling down her shoulders, grazing her lower back.
“I had no idea,” he said as his lips roamed to her collarbones, a sizzling trail to her ear, “I have to say, I wish I knew. We might have been here sooner.”
She let out a shaky breath and then gasped as he moved down from her collarbone without another word. Daniel rolled them until she was on her back beneath him and his body pressed intimately between her legs.
Her heart pounded harder in her chest as his lips roamed her body, sending painful waves of desire that rippled through her, and had her arching beneath him begging him to take more. As his hand slid down to the button of her jeans, her breath caught in her throat, waiting painstaking seconds. She shivered as he slid the jeans down around her hips, revealing smooth porcelain skin.
“You’re cold,” he whispered, and moved across her flesh, warming it with his breath.
“Very cold,” she managed to get out.
“Here, let me help,” he said and stripped off his own denim and covered her body.
She ran her fingers along the lean lines of his back, enjoying the way his body reacted to the contact and his hips ground into hers.
“I want you, Caitlin,” he murmured in her ear as his fingers traced lightly down her body. Her body tensed, and arched beneath his as his hands found her center, and rubbed slowly.
Caitlin’s body shuddered under the contact as he slid his fingers slowly down where she was warm, and wet.
“Daniel,” she gasped as his fingers slid slowly deeper, and her fingers tightened around his bicep.
“I want to watch you come,” he murmured, and lowered his mouth to her breast, nibbling at the soft skin.
His lips moved from breast, to abdomen as he pulled his fingers from her body, and lowered his mouth to her center.
Her legs trembled around him as his tongue flicked long and slow against her folds. When she all but pleaded for him, he slid inside of her.
She groaned as he filled her, and her eyes rolled back with pleasure.
“Christ, Caitlin,” he murmured, as he leaned into her, and wrapped his arms under her, pulling himself as close as he could.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered as he lowered his mouth to hers, and she grasped his hips, urging him on.
It came quickly, the rush, the maddening need for more, and the more she demanded of his body, the more he gave.
She wasn'tsure at what point she had fallen asleep, or how exactly she made it to her bedroom, all she knew was that she woke up naked in her bed. Alone.
“Oh Christ,” she groaned as she rubbed her hands over her tired eyes and peered around the small bedroom. The white window curtains were still parted as the morning sunlight crept in. All traces of the storm, of the events from last night, were wiped clean. Had she dreamed it all?
“Caitlin,” her father’s gentle voice called through the door as he knocked twice. “Are you up, love? Got a busy day ahead and I imagine Daniel’s already there.”
Caitlin shot straight up in her bed as a spring squeaked beneath her, and she looked around the room.
“Daniel?” she asked, uncertain.
“Yes, he’s apprenticing, we just discussed this yesterday, remember? He should be at the pub as it opens. Have you forgotten already?”
Though her father couldn't see, her cheeks flushed as vivid as the red poppies that sat on her side table. “No, of course not,” she said. She cleared her throat and looked around the room, disappointed to find it empty. “I'll be out soon.”
Her father’s footsteps wandered away from her door, most likely to the kitchen for his morning cup of tea.
