“Careful.” She put her finger under my chin, closing my mouth. “You’re drooling.”
I let out a groan, and she stiffened for a moment.
“What?” I asked, worried she was already regretting this, that she was about to tell me this had gone too far, that I’d satisfied the itch and she’d already gotten my grumpy ass out of her system.
She pursed her lips. “Were you thinking of me that night in your cabin?”
“Niamh,” I said with a relieved laugh, “I think of you every night in my cabin.”
“No, I mean”—her cheeks flushed—“when you were touching yourself.”
I gave her a look. “That’s usually what I’m doing when I’m thinking of you.”
Her cheeks turned pinker, and it made me chuckle. “Well, I guess that answers my question about the night you saw me bathing.”
I started. “Y-you heard me in my cabin?”
She nodded, a rueful look on her face, and it filled me with pleasure that she’d heard me stroking my cock, heard me coming, all while I’d been thinking about her.
“So you really are always thinking about me?”
“Damn right I am.” I bent my head and closed my mouth over one of her breasts, both of us moaning at the same time as I reveled in the feel of my tongue running over her peaked nipple. I sucked harder, letting my teeth graze her skin, and she moaned again and brought her hands to my hair, grabbing fistfuls as she threw her head back.
I hadn’t been with a woman since shortly after Lor’s death. I’d started drinking, fucking, sleeping—doing everything in my power to shut out the guilt. And every time I fucked a woman, it had only made me feel emptier.
But if those previous encounters had drained me, then being here with Niamh was filling my cup so full it was brimming. I released her nipple and moved over to the other one, kissing my way across the stretch of skin between her breasts.
She parted her legs again and wrapped them around my hips, tilting her pelvis up, her panties already damp again, rubbing herself over my cock, driving me absolutely fucking wild. If just touching her and kissing her was already pushing me toward the edge, I couldn’t even imagine how I’d feel when I was inside her.
“Mmm,” I rumbled, lifting my mouth to meet hers, letting her take whatever she wanted.
She slid her hands down to my chest, her palms flat on my skin, and she opened her mouth. I slipped my tongue inside, swiping it over hers, our kisses growing frenzied and messy and so fucking perfect.
Niamh rubbed herself harder against me, our mouths and tongues colliding over and over as we clutched each other tight. At this point, I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to let her go.
“Fuck, Niamh, you feel so good,” I rasped, letting her take control and go at the pace she needed, her core so slick and hot, the perfect friction against my throbbing cock.
Her body trembled, her thighs tightening their grip around me, her movements frantic and wild, and I felt her clench, knowing she must be close, which almost made me come, but I gritted my teeth, and by the will of the godwitches held it together. I wanted to make her feel good, wanted to make sure she came before I did.
She threw her head back, her hands grasping my shoulders, nails digging into my skin. “I’m going to...” She let out a moan that undid me.
A tingle spread at the base of my spine as I felt my orgasm building in tune with hers.
“I’m going to come, Wolfe.”
She cried out, her body shuddering under mine as I came so fucking hard, the release leaving me shaky and limp in her arms. I lay my head against her chest, listening to her heart pounding, her breathing heavy, and knowing from here on out, nothing would ever be the same.
CHAPTER 37
Niamh
Ilay cuddled in Wolfe’s arms, my dress still hanging off my waist but my upper body bare as he trailed his fingers up and down my back while my fingers curled into the hair on his chest. At this point, we were both dry from the rain and satisfied. So, so very satisfied.
“See?” I said. “I was right all along. You are my sunshine.”
He shot me a grumpy look that made me laugh. “Don’t push it.”
I propped myself up on my elbow to look down at him. “What made you change your mind about me? Just yesterday you were adamant that we couldn’t be together.”
