Wild Chance (Wilder Irish #13) - Mari Carr Page 0,36

to look as much as touch.

He sucked in a breath when she ran her finger over the tiny heart tattooed on the left side of his chest, Mia’s name in the middle of it. Her gaze captured his.

“She’s a part of me,” he said, his voice low, wondering what she thought of the tattoo. Last Sunday, she’d said more than a few times that she admired Mia, that she wished she’d gotten the chance to meet her.

Padraig had been touched by that.

“The people we’ve loved and lost will always be a part of us, Paddy. Mia helped mold you into the man you are today. The one I adore. Just like my parents helped shape me. I don’t think you and I would be here together if not for our lives with them.”

He pressed his forehead to hers and let her words soak deep. She always knew exactly what to say. “Emmy,” he whispered.

“I love the tattoo, love that you had Mia in your life. I’m sorry it was for such a short time.”

He swallowed deeply, then hugged her because it was absolutely impossible not to in that moment. He needed her in his arms like he needed his next breath. The hug ended when he felt her fingers at the button of his jeans.

Padraig shifted away so that he could watch her. She unfastened his jeans and then he took over, shoving them and his boxers down, toeing off his shoes.

Her gaze remained on his erection, and an adorable grin filled her face.

“That looks like way more fun than my vibrator,” she joked.

Padraig laughed. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”

Then he reached over, helping her out of her own jeans and panties. “Sit on the side of the bed.”

Emmy did as he asked, then started to move back to make room for him.

He shook his head. “No. Stay right there.”

Emmy gasped when he knelt on the floor in front of her, parting her thighs and tugging until her ass was at the edge of the mattress.

He wasted no time lowering his mouth to her opening, running his tongue along her slit. She was already wet. Soaking wet.

Padraig used the tip of his tongue to tease her clit, his hands resting on her upper thighs to hold her still. Drawing his tongue lower, he pushed it inside her pussy. She was hot and oh-so ready for him.

Emmy’s hands flew to his head. “Holy shit. So much better than my toys.”

He fucked her with his tongue before returning to her clit. Pressing two fingers inside her, he groaned at the tightness. Thrusting his fingers, he kept pressure on her clit with his tongue.

“Oh God,” she cried. “That feels so good. Right there. Oh my God, right there,” she said with a gasp when he curled his fingers inside her. “Please do that again!”

Padraig would obviously never have to guess what Emmy liked. She was a vocal lover and it turned him on.

He continued to stretch her with his fingers while teasing her clit with his tongue and teeth. He was determined her first orgasm would come from his mouth.

Padraig didn’t have long to wait. Emmy fell over the edge after only a few minutes, her body trembling as the pleasure of her orgasm washed through her. He continued to stroke her throughout, gritting his teeth over the impossibly tight clenching of her pussy.

It had been so long since he’d found his own pleasure with anything other than his hand. He’d actually resigned himself to the fact that jerking off was it for him, certain for so long that he’d never want to sleep with another woman.

Then Emmy walked into his life. And his heart.

And he realized there was something else they had in common. Because like her, nowadays, he needed love with his sex too.

Love.

Padraig lifted his head, then rose on unsteady legs, looking down at Emmy.

Her hands were thrown over her head, her eyes closed, her body flushed.

She was beautiful.

And his.

He loved her.

The realization hit him like a wrecking ball.

Her eyelids lifted and her gaze focused on him. That was when he realized he hadn’t moved, hadn’t spoken.

He couldn’t begin to guess what she read on his face.

“Paddy,” she whispered, lifting her arms toward him. “Please.”

He closed his eyes, recalling a time when Mia had said those exact same words to him. They’d gone to the beach because she’d never seen the ocean. That night, in their hotel room, they’d made love. Mia had spoken his name with that one word.