He couldn’t hold back his grin, couldn’t keep it from growing when she narrowed her eyes. He was still moving inside her, but it was too slow to push her over.
Teasing her was second nature to him, something he’d always loved, but now, bringing it here, to this…
His eyes had been opened. And he’d never seen anything more perfect.
“All talk, Colm?” she asked breathlessly. “No action?”
He chuckled, making sure to infuse a warning in the sound. “Always poking the bear.”
“At least someone in this room is pok—”
That was as much of the joke as she managed. Colm slammed into her roughly, his fingers gripping her hips so tight, he knew she was going to bruise. He liked the idea of that, wanted her wearing his marks, wearing a reminder of exactly how he’d taken her.
Maybe it would even help her realize who he was going to be to her.
She didn’t yet.
But she would soon.
Kelli’s cries grew louder, and he hoped Oliver and Gavin stayed down in the pub, ordered a second round—maybe even a third.
Her orgasm struck hard, and Colm clenched his teeth so tightly, he worried about breaking his own jaw.
“Jesus.” He’d told her what he was going to do, but there was nothing like the feeling of Kelli coming on his dick, her orgasm squeezing him so tight, it wasn’t just her who was feeling the pain.
Kelli trembled as her orgasm started to wane, her head falling forward, hiding her face.
He reached up and grasped her hair, drawing her head back up so he could see her eyes reflected in the mirror once more.
Colm wasn’t gentle about it. Not that he needed to worry. Kelli’s back arched into the strong grip and—fuck him—she came again. This one even harder than the first.
She called out his name, the single syllable broken, beautiful. “Colm!”
This time, he slowed his pace. It was the only way he could regain control, could hold off his own imminent climax.
Kelli shuddered and shook as the last vestiges of her orgasm faded. He watched her face through it all and knew he’d never see anything more beautiful.
Releasing her hair, he gently rubbed her scalp. Then he pulled out.
Kelli lifted her head, her gaze connecting with his in the mirror.
He wrapped his hand around her elbow, drawing her up and turning her to face him again. Lifting her to her original position, he guided his cock back to her pussy.
Colm kissed her as he slowly pressed back inside.
Kelli broke the kiss, seeking air. “I just…” She shivered. “I don’t think I can do that—”
“Shhh. Just one more, Kell. One more with me.”
This time, he built his pace slowly, giving her time to recover, to let the sensations spark again. When he felt her hips lift to meet him, he knew she was back. She was ready.
He cupped her ass, pulling her closer to the edge of the sink. Then he gave in to his baser desires once more—fucking her, claiming her, possessing her. Making love to her.
Kelli’s hands gripped his hips, his incredible, demanding woman, jerking him to her as if she simply couldn’t get enough. Never enough.
She flew over the edge, and he followed her, locking his knees, fighting to remain upright as lightning struck.
He came harder than he thought possible, her body milking every single drop of come from him.
For several minutes—or maybe hours—they remained there, connected, struggling to breathe, fighting to still their racing hearts.
Finally, he found the strength to push away, to pull out of her. He threw the condom away, then reached for a washcloth as Kelli sat, motionless, watching him.
He wet the cloth with warm water and ran it along her slit gently before cleaning himself as well.
Colm watched as the fog of lust lifted and the awareness he’d been waiting for arrived.
“That was,” she paused, then forged on, “a mistake.”
It wasn’t. But Colm knew she wouldn’t accept that from him. Not yet. So he kept quiet.
She didn’t seem to notice his silence as she continued, “We can’t do that again.”
He let his cocky grin tell her exactly what he thought of that assertion, and she rolled her eyes.
“I’m being serious, Colm.”
“I know you are.”
“I’m sorry I tried to…stop you from…putting on the condom.”
He wasn’t used to seeing Kelli as anything other than one hundred percent confident, so it was obvious he’d drawn her way beyond her comfort zone. “It’s okay. I think we should talk about it.”
She considered that, then shook her head. “No. There are mistakes, and then there are mistakes.”
Colm was going to love every second of that particular mistake, but unlike him, his girl hadn’t opened her eyes, hadn’t let herself see what was happening here.
“That was…” She blew out a long breath, and he knew she didn’t want to admit what she was about to say. However, Kelli never shied away from the truth. Even if it meant being nice to him. “Fucking incredible.”
He laughed. “How much did that hurt to say?”
“A lot, so don’t expect me to repeat it.”
He gave her a soft kiss on the cheek and then, because he couldn’t resist, he enveloped her in a big hug. One she sank into without reservation.
Progress.
Chapter Ten
Kelli glanced down at her hand linked with Colm’s as they walked along the quiet city streets. It wasn’t too late, only a little past nine, but the Collins Friendsgiving had ended earlier than usual.
She could only assume everyone was still recovering from Halloween two weeks earlier.
“I was surprised to see Ryder there,” Colm observed.
“Yeah. Me too. I know Darcy and Yvonne invite him to pretty much everything, but the guy is a serious workaholic, so…”
“Guess that made Darcy happy. She’s got a hell of a crush on the man.”
Kelli grinned. “She wouldn’t be happy to hear you refer to it as a crush.”
“The guy is ten years older than her, and her boss. She’s his babysitter, for God’s sake. That makes it a crush.”
Kelli shook her head. “Don’t think any of that matters
