Even though she melted a little at his words, she didn’t think she could handle that kind of loving. But she just smiled back as he laid down between her thighs. His breath tickled and excited her. He used his hands to separate her lips, before giving her pussy one long, slow lick as if savoring her taste.
Then he found her nub and her core sizzled. Once he began licking and sucking it, she knew his plan was for her to orgasm before they had sex. It was selfish, but she wouldn’t argue with him. She was close enough already.
He alternated with sensual strokes between her lips and torturing her nub. Torturing her in general was more like it. Then she felt it. The boulder that started the fall. It built and built until she shouted, “Danny!” Moira flew, floating down on a cloud soft, weightless, and euphoric. He’d accomplished his goal. Her every thought, feeling, and breath screamed for him to be inside her.
While she lay there like a limp noodle, he reached into his bedside stand, took out a condom, opened the package, and sheathed himself. Then, as if he hadn’t left her, he inched his way up her body, trailing kisses along the way. After he loved on one breast then the other, he looked at her and tossed her a cocky grin. And she loved that expression on him.
“Now’s the time.” His raspy voice started that fire again.
To her satisfaction, he positioned himself at her entrance.
“You’re good and wet,” he murmured.
“I wonder why that is.” She bet she was after that incredible orgasm. But it wasn’t enough. There was another fire growing, and he needed to put it out.
Danny entered her slowly, and it drove her nuts. She knew he could enter fast; he’d done it before. He wanted to torture her more.
When he was fully seated, Moira moaned in pleasure. Finally.
“You feel so good,” he said in a raspy voice, as he remained still above her.
“So do you.” Danny felt good all right. She could stay like this forever. Forever? No. Even with all that had happened to her by men from her home country, Ireland was in her heart.
Before she considered the topic further, he moved inside her. With each slow thrust, the fire in her core strengthened. She wasn’t sure there was enough water to put it out. Or bring it to a head.
She shifted her leg to change positions, but he halted her move. “Let me love you,” he said. Then he lowered his head to her breast. He knew just how to increase her pleasure by loving on her breasts.
Taking his time, his even thrusts in and out drove her to the brink. With her legs wrapped around his hips, sweat glistened on their bodies, making them slick to the touch.
“You make it hard to hold back,” he said.
This was a no-brainer. “Then don’t hold back.”
“You first.”
He didn’t have to ask twice on that score. Moira focused on his thrusting and shifted a bit for more stimulation. Within a minute, her fire became a brushfire and she headed for release, ready for the relief from the heat inside her. She climbed a mountain and then she fell. It took longer for the fire to die than she expected. It had a lot to do with Danny and his climax, which was on the heels of hers, and he pulsed inside her.
After a moment, he rolled off her and went to dispose of the condom. Returning to the bed, he pulled her into his arms and kissed the top of her head.
“I love you.”
Moira stiffened at the admission. Shocked. Did he really mean it? What did that mean for them? She wasn’t in love with him, was she? Okay, she liked him more than any guy she’d dated, but love? Nay.
Unsure what to say, she said nothing.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
After telling Moira he loved her and getting nothing in return, Danny was fit to be tied. The two of them had to report back to HIS where Moira would meet with a DEA agent to discuss what she’d overheard—or had recorded—plus her kidnapping. While she was tied up with the agent, Danny sought his team leader.
Sitting alone with Boss, and maybe being in such a sour mood, he voiced his fear. “Sometimes I don’t feel like I’m good enough.”
Boss eyed him before speaking. “Is this in reference to HIS or a young lady?”
Danny snorted at that. Both, but that wasn’t what he wanted to discuss with his boss. “No, when I led the team, sometimes I felt inferior to the spec ops guys. I know the brothers put me through an intensive training, but I need more. My background is DEA.”
“There’ll always be someone better at some things. That’s their specialty. We count on the team to do things we can’t and shouldn’t. Like Doc—specialized. Cowboy—crazy but specialized. The twins—specialized. Do you think you can be all those and lead a mission?”
“No. But—” Boss broke in before he could say that Boss could do all that. Danny knew that now that he was their helicopter pilot, he was valuable to the teams, but he wanted to be even better on the ground.
“Would it make you feel better if Cowboy, Doc, and I teach you deeper skills? Ones that we’ve used, even though we’re from different branches of the military?”
He brightened. “Yes. Definitely yes.”
“Understand, no matter how much you learn, your skillset needs to be leadership. Never lose that focus.”
He and Boss fist bumped before his team leader left. The easy thing would’ve been asking the men directly. Easy didn’t come into play when someone’s pride held strong.
Danny wasn’t alone long because Justin arrived to meet with the DEA agent Moira was currently with.
“What’s wrong?”
