Moisture flooded his balls.
That’s it, love. He wanted her dripping, so wet she was drowning him. One hand went beneath her, arching her back to give him more access, more flesh in his greedy mouth. The lift slid her core along his cock, and his eyes literally crossed at the pleasure, a gasp choking off in his throat. So fecking close. But Lyse had asked him for something specific, and he’d keep his promise to give it to her. He hoped. He was right at the edge when her hands clawed down his back to grab his ass, forcing him closer.
“Fionn, I swear to God…please!”
Thank feck. She was ready.
Pulling back, he wrangled on a condom, positioned his cock at her entrance, and pushed inside. A spasm of pain crossed Lyse’s face, but she didn’t stop pulling him closer, didn’t stop begging. Only when he hilted, his balls drawn up tight, ready to spill, did he stop.
“Look at me, love.” He didn’t know why, but he needed to see her face, to share that moment when she went over the edge and he could see all the way down into the depths of her soul.
Her eyes met his.
“Touch yourself,” he said, hoarse and low. “Let me see those nipples go red. You’ve got the prettiest tits, have I told you that? Did I tell you how they make my mouth water? How I spend half my time staring at your body and wishing I could tear the clothes you’re wearing off so I can be seeing those fecking gorgeous tits bounce and sway for me?” He took her clit between thumb and finger just as she did her nipple. “I could spend all day playing with them, sucking them, biting them.”
Lyse’s body clenched around his.
“Tell me, love,” he whispered. “Tell me what it feels like with me this deep inside. Tell me how I’m filling you up until you can’t breathe, until you think you’ll die if I don’t feck you. Tell me.” He wanted her voice, her eyes, her body, her breath—everything. He wanted her to belong to him.
“So full, Fionn.” Her voice rasped with need, with a touch of pain and an avalanche of hunger. “I need you to move. I need you deeper.” A flush of pink rose from her chest to her cheeks, but she kept talking, trying to obey, trying to please him. “Your cock is soft. And hard. You set off every nerve ending in my body, but when you hit the end of me, when you’re so deep inside I can’t feel anything but you… God.”
Not God. Master. He was her master in this moment, taking her over with the slightest pulses of his hips and the rubbing of her clit and the command of his gaze on her.
“I want…” She gasped as he twisted her clit lightly between his fingers. “I want more. I want—” This time her fingers were the ones that twisted, pinching her nipples hard. “More, damn it!”
His gut clenched, a shot of sensation racing down his spine to his sac. He couldn’t wait any longer.
The next thing he knew, he was pumping into her hard, in and out, his fingers busy on her clit, his gaze latched on to the rising crest of hunger and fear and wonder in her eyes. He watched until her breath stopped, until she bore down against him. Until the tiny nub beneath his touch pulsed, her body clenched around his, and he knew she’d gone straight to the heavens between one moment and the next. Only then did he follow her.
Chapter Twenty-Four
The water hit her square in the face, shocking her dazed brain awake in an instant. She stood beneath the shower and shivered, waiting, repeating every curse she’d ever heard her coworkers say, until the water slowly warmed to an acceptable temperature. Until her body stopped shivering and the heat began to seep into muscles that ached like she hadn’t known they could ache before. Hell, if she’d had a handheld, she’d have that sucker between her legs in a minute, right where the ache was worst.
But she’d asked for it, right?
The thought brought a grin to her face. A big, wide, sloppy, stupid grin. She’d done a lot more than ask—she’d demanded. And she’d gotten everything she demanded, plus so much more.
Fionn hadn’t let her sleep for a long time this morning. Between the lack of sleep and the sex, she felt like a zombie, but there was work to do. Fionn and Mack were scouting a possible location for Ferrina tonight, and she was launching the new program she’d written, one that would sift through the mounds of financial records she’d collected faster than she could, find the patterns buried there. Hopefully find the money Robert had hidden.
Without warning the door to the shower opened, letting in a wash of cool air and one very big Irishman. A shot of adrenaline hit Lyse before her brain registered who her guest was. “Fionn?”
As if it would be anyone else, but…zombie. She sagged against the wall, then let out a yelp when the cold tile chilled her skin. “What are you doing in here?”
His grin offered no apologies. “Joining you.”
Joining her. Of course he was. Stupid question.
She hadn’t realized her hands were covering her breasts till Fionn grasped her wrists and dragged them down. “You’re spoilin’ the view.” Holding her hands to either side, out of his way, he bent to run his stubbled cheek along her nipples, which came to hard points just for him.
A wave of heat rose up her neck, her cheeks. Fionn chuckled, the vibration sending a tingle through her breast and down between her legs.
Before he could see just how much his touch affected her—though wasn’t it a bit late for that?—Lyse moved back into the stream of water,
