After several minutes of kissing, of sharing the same sweet air, Colm forced his lips away from hers. His erection lay thick and hard against her stomach. He looked at her, waiting until Kelli’s eyes slowly drifted open, and then even longer, until she was able to focus, her wits returning.
Colm brushed her cheek with his thumb, the other hand moving lower, gripping his cock until he’d placed the head of it at her body.
He didn’t move, waiting.
Kelli was still. Too still.
Both of them were cognizant of the fact he wasn’t wearing a condom, that what happened next would change both of their lives forever.
“Breathe,” he whispered.
She gave him an adorable little grin, accompanied by one of those amused eyerolls she seemed to reserve just for him. “Need instructions?” she teased when he made no move to push inside.
He chuckled. “Are you ready to—”
“I swear to sweet Jesus,” she interjected, “if you say ‘transfer the funds’ or some other ridiculous shit like that, I will cut your penis off right now.”
Colm was holding himself above her on his elbows, his laughter shaking both of them as they lay chest to breasts on the bed. “I was going to say, are you ready to make our baby? I want a little girl, Kell. A carrot-top like you.” Her eyes narrowed, hating when he referred to her hair as carrot-colored. “With my good looks, of course.”
She gave him a sweet smile he instantly distrusted. “And I want a little boy who looks just like…Paddy.”
“I think I can do that,” he joked. They laughed briefly…until he pressed inside just an inch. Then, once again, he was overwhelmed by all the emotions this beautiful, intelligent, headstrong, smart-ass of a woman inspired in him.
“I love you so much,” he whispered as he thrust in, one long, slow glide. It felt so fucking good. He’d never taken a woman without a condom, and he knew he would never take Kelli with one again.
Once he was seated to the hilt, he paused for just a moment, trying to regain some semblance of control. This wouldn’t take long, but he was bound and determined he wouldn’t go down alone.
He placed his forehead against hers, both of them closing their eyes briefly. Then he shifted his hips and, for the first time in his life, he made love to a woman, to the woman…the friend, the enemy who’d claimed his heart, hook, line, and sinker.
They moved together, finding their rhythm naturally. Her body was made for his, and his for hers. Kelli’s hands roamed over his shoulders, along the top of his arms, lightly scratching him, leaving her marks, as she whispered his name.
“Colm. God! I love you. Love you so much…”
Her words prodded him on. He needed more. Needed everything.
She was everything.
He took her harder, faster. Kelli planted her feet on the mattress by his knees, lifting her hips to meet him, silently demanding that he take even more.
“I…I’m,” she chanted on a breath, letting him know she was there. She was ready.
“Me too,” he said, reaching between them to stroke her clit. He’d found that no-fail switch the very first night they were together. And now, like then, it drove her over the cliff, her back arching.
Her pussy clenched tightly against his cock, and Colm saw stars. Honest-to-God stars.
He came roughly, almost violently.
“Jesus. Kelli. Yes!”
It was agony and blinding bliss. He jerked, filling her, deafened by white noise and overwhelmed by the most intense pleasure he’d ever experienced.
By the time Colm returned to his senses, he was lying on his side, next to her, and Kelli was facing him, stroking his cheek, his beard with the back of her fingers.
She smiled. “You came inside me,” she whispered, sounding happier than he’d ever heard her in his life.
Colm couldn’t contain his own grin. “I did.” Then he remembered something else. “Call Robbie. Tell him you don’t need his help anymore.”
“I already did. He was actually relieved since things with him and Brooke have gotten pretty hot and heavy.”
“When did you call?” he asked.
“About three minutes after you left earlier.”
“It took you three minutes?!” he said, acting appalled that it had taken her that long.
She raised the hand, touching his cheek in surrender. “I couldn’t find my phone. It had fallen between the couch cushions.”
“You’re forgiven then.” Colm shifted closer to her. They were already nearly nose to nose, but it wasn’t enough for him. “We might have made a baby tonight, Kell.”
“How cool would that be?”
“You’re going to be an amazing mom.”
“And you’re going to be the world’s greatest dad. Way better than mine. That’s for sure.”
Colm was reminded of earlier, her tone proving his gut feeling had been correct. Kelli had been hurt by her dad. “I’m never going to leave you, Kelli.”
“Colm…” She started to shake her head, and he was worried that she was unable to believe his words as the truth. He understood why, but he still felt the need to reassure her.
“Look at me,” he demanded.
Her lowered gaze raised to his.
“I’m never going to leave you.”
He saw the hope buried deep in her eyes. “I know that,” she admitted. “I know you.”
“I know you’re upset that he didn’t call when he was in town.”
She nodded slowly. “I can’t understand why…” She shrugged one shoulder. “I always thought he stopped visiting, stopped calling because he didn’t want to deal with my mom, but…”
Colm lifted her head with his finger under her chin. “I’m sorry.”
She shook off the heaviness, smiling at him. If there was one thing about Kelli, the woman had a heck of a rebound. “It’s okay. I sort of secretly stole your dad and made him mine years ago anyway.”
“Not sure that was much of a secret,” he joked. “You know, Dad would have kept having kids, would have kept going until he had a little girl—he said he always wanted a daughter—but Mom claimed chasing hellion twin boys broke her. You filled that void for him too.”
He knew he’d
