I tiptoe inside. Moonlight spills in through the open blinds, illuminating the bed in a pale silver light. My hungry eyes roam over the Egyptian cotton, fixating on the woman curled in the centre of it. With her golden hair fanning out across the pillow, she looks positively angelic. I feel like the damned devil hovering over her, contemplating taking herto the dark side—my dark side. I gravitate closer, drawn like a fucking moth to the single most enticing flame I’ve ever seen.Tess of the d’Urbervilleslies closed on the bed beside her.
Fuck me… is that my shirt she’s wearing? Curled into the foetal position, her knees are raised, one arm tucked around them, the other slid underneath the pillow.
Why does seeing her in my oversized shirt set me fucking feral?
I drag myself away, slip into the ensuite and switch on the shower. My cock is rock solid in my suit pants, screaming for attention. I remove my glasses, shrug out of my clothes, and wait for the jets to run hot. Steam swirls through the air and I step beneath the hot water and wrap my hand around my delinquent dick and pump with the image of Aoife sprawled across my bed at the forefront of my mind.
I imagine her watching me with those big blue eyes. Watching me spread her legs, burying my tongue in her tight little cunt and devouring her like an all you can eat buffet. I bet she tastes fucking sublime. The thought sets me spiralling over the edge. I pump harder, faster, furiously until the hot flames drag me from the hellish fires of the real world to an ethereal heaven that I’d fail to find any other way. Precum spurts from my tip as white hot pleasure rips through me and hot ribbons of cum shoot out into the shower.
‘Fuck,’ I spit, glancing at the door.
It’s still closed.
Thank fuck.
Though, part me of, the really depraved part, wishes she’d walked in. I want to show her the effect she has on me.
Why does the only woman I’ve ever wanted outside ofSean’s sex club have to be Rory Kavanagh’s runaway bride? The one woman I can’t fuck and walk away from.
I brush my teeth, clean the steam from my glasses, then place a hand on the handle, twisting it slowly. In the bedroom, the sight that greets me knocks the breath from my chest. She’s rolled onto her back, with one arm strewn above her head. Either she didn’t do up the top three buttons of my shirt, or they’ve popped open when she twisted, but the end result is the same—I have a spectacular view of her cleavage. And even from this distance, the outline of her nipples is as clear as day.
Why the fuck did I think omitting to buy her sleepwear was a good idea?
I cross the room and drink her in. Moonlight beats in through the window, illuminating inch after inch of smooth, silky skin. Her features are smooth, finally free of the worry that plagued them all day.
She has to be exhausted. Not just from the last few days, but from a lifetime of uncertainty, fending for herself, fighting her way out of the shithole she grew up in.
Her full chest rises and falls in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. I could watch her sleep all night. Suddenly, she swings a leg out from beneath the covers and throws it over the top of the duvet. My focus falls to her toned, shapely quads. A small tattoo is inked across the top of her thigh in italic scrawl. I stoop closer to read it.Only the brave survive.
My motto for life.
The air rushes from my chest as satisfaction curls around my core.
I fucking knew it.
Aoife running into my bar wasn’t an accident.
Fate never fails to deliver.
And it’s coming for Rory Kavanagh.
11
AOIFE
Sunlight seeps lazily through the gap in the blinds, warming my face just enough to drag me out of sleep. For a few disorienting seconds, I have no idea where I am. I force my eyes open, taking in the luxury surrounding me, registering the Egyptian cotton sheets sliding against my skin, and I remember exactly whose house I’m in—and why.
I bolt upright, holding the covers over my chest, and scan the room.
Silence.
Opulence.
Safety.
I squint towards the couch at the far end of the room. A blanket is thrown across the far end, and the cushion is slightly off centre. That’s the only clue that he slept there. I glance down to check I’m still wearing a shirt. I had to find something to sleep in. It’s not like I had a lot else to wear.
After dinner last night, I made my excuses. I was exhausted, but that wasn’t why I left.
