It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but making her come.
Taran undulated into my thrusts, her expression etched with pleasure as our hips rocked hard and fast together. Desperation surged through me as the flickering thought of never having this with her again tickled the back of my mind. It made me want to touch and taste every inch of her. Greedy. Fucking ravenous. I squeezed her breast through her T-shirt, molding it, caressing it, owning every inch of her as my dick plunged in and out of her perfect, tight heat.
She was everything.
Everything I’d ever wanted my whole life.
“Taran.” I fucked into her harder, faster as my balls drew up. “Come, Mo luaidh. Come on me.” I fumbled between her legs, finding the swollen bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. I’d barely rubbed her clit when her inner muscles clamped down on my dick. I watched her face, exhilarating in the flush of her cheeks, the parting of her plump lips as her high-pitched climax filled my house and her pussy clamped tightly around me in pulsing throbs.
“Oh fuck!” I arched my back as my orgasm exploded through me. Light shattered in my eyes as her inner muscles continued to twitch around me in aftershocks.
Falling forward, her face pressed to my chest, I realized I still gripped her thigh as we shuddered together for a few seconds.
“I want you again,” I murmured broodily as I pulled back, wondering if this need for her would ever abate or if it would drive me mad for the rest of my life.
She bit her lip, eyes dancing with pleasure. “Maybe this time we might make it to the bedroom.”
I laughed as she tugged my face to hers, the sound swallowed in our insatiable kiss.
Last night came to me even before I opened my eyes. Taran in my bed, kissing and licking and sucking every inch of me before I returned the favor. We’d made love two more times. Christ, she made me feel like a teenager again. Smiling to myself, I rolled over to reach for her and my hand slapped down with the force of gravity.
My eyes popped open, blinking against the morning light as I tried to process the empty space beside me.
“Taran?” I sat up, pushing back the sheet I’d used to cover us. The duvet laid discarded on my bedroom floor because it had gotten in our way. “Taran?” She was nowhere in sight.
The alarm clock on my bedside table said it was only five forty-five in the morning.
“Taran?” I called as I got out of bed and pulled on some boxers. She wasn’t in my bathroom. Traipsing downstairs, I wandered through the house to the kitchen.
It soon became clear she was gone.
Heart pounding, I rushed back to the hallway where we’d left my jeans and I tugged my phone out. The battery was almost dead.
But there was a text from Taran.
I’m okay. Just had to be somewhere.
That was it.
Hurt and anger suffused me as I slumped down on my staircase.
She’d snuck out of my house like I was a tawdry one-night stand.
37.Taran
Guilt gnawed at me all day as I busied myself in Pages & Perks. I’d been treated to a visit from Tierney, then London, then Cammie, and in between all that a visit from Leth Sholas Police. They informed me Eoghan McCall was out on bail, paid by his elderly father, but had admitted to the dangerous driving and vandalism offenses. He refused to admit to having anything to do with my attack in Oban.
I hated that even as I snuck out of Quinn’s house that morning, my heart had raced in my chest as I walked back to my place. I was like a frightened rabbit, glancing over my shoulder at every rustle of wind through the trees. My hands shook as I let myself into the bungalow, hurrying to slam the door shut behind me. London was already gone because she had to get an early start on breakfast at Tierney’s inn.
Would this be my life now, always looking over my shoulder?
Then, of course, there was the aforementioned guilt of having crept out of Quinn’s house without waking him after our delicious night together.
The thought of waking up with him, however, starting our day with each other on the island, felt more intimate than Oban. It felt routine-like. Like it was something we’d do together everyday going forward, and I just wasn’t ready to contemplate that kind of relationship with him.
Still … if he’d snuck out on me like that, I’d feel like shit.
Quinn hadn’t replied to my text, which made me feel even worse because clearly, I had hurt him.
