Wild Chance (Wilder Irish #13) - Mari Carr Page 0,38

every bone in her body had turned to liquid.

He chuckled, then slapped her ass. Just one hard, stinging smack.

Her reaction was exactly as he hoped. She gasped with shock, then wiggled her ass. “Do that again.”

Padraig would have laughed if he could have spared the breath.

He lifted his hand and brought it down on her other ass cheek. He alternated two more times, watching as Emmy came to life beneath him once more. She pushed up onto her knees but kept her head against the mattress.

“I want more,” she said.

“Of the spanking? Or…?” He placed his cock back at her opening.

“That. I want that. God, please, Paddy. Take me. Hard.”

He didn’t need to be asked twice. Hell, he didn’t need to be asked the first time. He thrust in roughly, quickly, giving her no time to adjust as he gave her exactly what she wanted.

The temperature in the room grew hotter, more humid, their bodies slick with sweat as they pounded into each other as if their lives depended on it.

Reaching around her, he found her clit, stroking it, determined she was going to come with him. She got there a split second before him, coming again—for the third time—and this orgasm was stronger than all the rest. Her keening cry mingled with his groans and curses as he came so hard, it was almost painful.

“Jesus, Em! Goddammit, sweetheart. Fuck.”

Neither of them spoke as they fell down onto the mattress, the only sound in the room their labored breathing.

Padraig’s heart was racing so fast, he thought he might have a heart attack.

Emmy lay facedown, her head turned away from him, so all he could see was her mass of long blonde hair.

“Turn around, Emmy,” he said, needing to see her face, wanting to make sure she was okay, that he hadn’t been too rough.

She twisted, revealing her flushed cheeks, her bright—if tired—blue eyes, and her cat-who-ate-the-canary grin, which told him all he needed to know. Emmy scooched over until her head rested on his shoulder, her arm around his waist. He tucked her even closer as he wrapped his arm around her and placed a kiss on top of her head.

“Okay?” he asked.

“So okay.” She lifted her head and they kissed again, this one just a soft touching of lips. Crazy how it impacted him just as strongly as the longer, deeper, more passionate ones.

They lay together for several minutes, neither of them speaking. Their friendship had evolved incrementally over the past two years, until they’d reached a place where there was no such thing as awkward silence.

“You want to take a shower together before we turn in for the night?” he asked, realizing if he lay there too much longer, he’d fall asleep.

“You’re staying?” she asked.

He hadn’t considered that wasn’t an option. “Of course. Unless you want me to leave.”

She shook her head. “Oh no. I don’t want you to leave. Not at all. I was only thinking about Seamus.”

He loved that she was such an animal lover. It was something they had in common. “Half an hour before I broke up your date with Joe, I slipped out for a few minutes and took a walk to cool off. Went to my apartment and grabbed Seamus and his leash. We blew off some steam together. He’ll be okay until morning.”

“So the way you came out onto that dance floor, guns blazing, was after you blew off steam?”

“Hell yeah. If hadn’t done that, I would have walked over to Joe and started the conversation without words, just fists flying. I have to admit…I’ve never been the jealous type. But tonight, I was eaten alive with it.”

“I thought it was hot,” Emmy confessed.

“Oh yeah?”

She nodded. “Never had a guy fight for me.”

“I’m always going to fight for you, Emmy.” The moment he said the words, he knew they were true.

“I’m always going to fight for you too,” she said, her eyes brimming with happy tears. “Do you have to go into work tomorrow?”

“Nope. I’m off the rest of the weekend. Meeting with my dad, Ewan, and Keira Monday morning to discuss how the soft opening went. Figure we’ll take a day or two to fix what needs fixing and then…we’ll open. Besides, you and I have a date planned tomorrow night, remember?”

“I do. But we could just hang out here if you wanted.”

“Nope. Taking my girl out for a fancy dinner.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“A fancy dinner?”

She shook her head. “Being your girl.”

He liked the sound of that too.

“Well,