I reach for the condom and curl forward, giving him one last slow pull with my mouth. He gasps when my fingers roll the condom in place, releasing my hair to fall along my face. It’s then that he cradles me, spreading me parallel to the couch and tossing my leg over his shoulder.

This time, he doesn’t kiss me. Instead he fastens his eyes onto mine as he eases his way inside. My spine arches, tilting my breasts upward with each of his presses. The wait, along with each subtle stretch of my body, is almost too much to take. But Curran takes his time filling me, using care and going deep. He’s quiet. I’m not. As I receive his full length and thickness, I’m the one swearing, and shaking with desire.

His right arm slips behind my lower back, keeping me in position, while his other hand holds my face so I can’t escape his stare.

But I don’t want to escape. Not from him.

He withdraws slowly, then returns fast, repeating the motion. Each thrust is harder, faster, until his body slaps against me and I’m screaming from lust and the sensual agony overtaking me.

One massive orgasm overpowers the other until Curran falls forward, his throaty moans cutting through his clenched teeth.

My extended leg is lowered. Curran pants above me, smiling playfully as he bends to kiss me. I can’t move; my heart is beating out of control and my legs are quivering as if seizing. Every part of me throbs and tingles, but his fingers and teeth aren’t done with their exploration. They want to know my body and learn it well.

My head lolls to the side when he nibbles the curve of my neck, his silky breath further tantalizing my heated skin. My hips begin to sway, inviting more of him. He complies, hardening again while his nips to my neck grow aggressively sexy.

His fingers pass over my lips until I open my mouth and draw two in, licking, sucking, and sliding them in and out. He groans and pulls out, stirring my moans.

As I reach for him, he withdraws further, fumbling between our bodies and quickly replacing the condom while I continue to suck and moisten his fingers. My hands slap against the wood floor as Curran pushes back inside of me.

He pumps his hips against mine, slipping his wet fingers between my legs and circling, knowing where to go and how hard to rub.

Good heavens. It’s as if every nerve ending along my skin can sense his touch, his warmth, his need. His motions send me into a tailspin of desire. I’m no longer simply writhing or screaming, I’m clawing at the floor.

This time he lasts longer, his steady thrusts coming quicker, the movements of his hands faster. I thrash, losing all control—screaming, swearing, trembling.

And I could give a damn.

Curran soon follows, his throaty growls joining my cries. He slumps forward, gripping the edge of the couch to keep from landing on top of me. Gradually he slows to a halt.

“Jesus,” I whimper, so consumed with want I can barely speak.

He leans against me, chuckling against my ear. “You can just call me Curran,” he whispers.

Curran

Tess laughs as she bites into her bagel, courtesy of my morning’s coffee run following a pit stop to the drugstore for more condoms. Damn, what a night. She spreads out on her bed with just a sheet around her waist. She’s getting more comfortable being naked around me, which is fine by me. I don’t like her hiding that sweet body, especially now that I know it so well.

She laughs again. “I’m serious,” I tell her.

She takes a sip of her coffee. “I’m not laughing at you.”

“You’re laughing with me?” I offer.

Her shoulders shake as she tries to hold back. “It’s just that I’m having a hard time picturing you as an altar boy.”

“I didn’t say I was good at it, just said I did it.” I polish off my breakfast sandwich. “All my brothers did it. It’s something our ma expected. Just like she expected Wren to teach Sunday school.”

“And did she?”

“Of course, but on her own terms, just like the rest of us.” I reach for my coffee on the nightstand. “I gotta tell you. She abused her power. Told the little bastards they’d burn in hell if they didn’t listen to her. Me and my brothers would steal sips of the holy wine, and one time Seamus was caught making out with his girlfriend in the confession booth. Grammie refused to walk beside us, convinced God would strike us all dead when we’d least expect it and take her with us before her time.”

This time I join her in laughing. “I said we’re Catholics, Tess. I never said we’re good ones.”

I help her gather the trash, then pull her on top of me, gripping her ass tight so, you know, she doesn’t fall off the bed and get hurt. What can I say? I’m a hell of a guy.

She holds her hair away from her face so she can kiss the tip of my nose. I grin at her. If I didn’t think I liked her before, I sure know it now. “Are you on today?” she asks.

“Yeah.” I glance at her clock. “I got another hour, but I should leave soon.”

“Why?”

“Need new clothes and a shower.” I scratch at the side of my face. “Shave, too, by the feel of it.”

She sticks out her bottom lip. “I wish you didn’t have to leave. Can’t you just watch me here?”

I tug on that lip with my teeth. “You know I can’t do that.”

“I know, I just…” She plays with that smooth spot on my chin, the one that never did grow any hair. “You make me happy,” she whispers.

Yeah? Well, same here. One of those sensitive types in the movies would tell her as much. But I’m not one to spill my guts. “Good,” I say, quietly.

She lays her head against my chest, like she’s trying to keep me with her. I let her because she feels good, warm. But then I steal another glance at the clock. “I should go, angel face.”

She turns her head and kisses me, then slips off without another word, backing all the way to her bedroom window, the one that faces the wall of the other apartment. I’m not sure why she’s giving me so much space, until she crosses her arms and lowers her chin. Tess is…sad, all over again. She doesn’t want me to leave her. But she doesn’t understand it’s not so easy for me to walk away.

“Hey,” I say, standing. She glances up. “My shift won’t end until about nine tonight. It’ll be late, but I know a few places that stay open. How ’bout we grab dinner?”

Tess smiles like she means it and drops her arms away, giving me a view of those breasts I sucked on and that drop-dead gorgeous body I can’t get enough of. I look down, and once more I’m ready to go. I spread out my hands and meet her face. “See what you went ahead and did? Now I’m not going to be able to get my shower.”

She laughs, but then stops laughing when she sees me snag another condom and slip it in place. I yank her to me, stamping my lips onto her eager mouth.

Damn. I’m starting to think that maybe I can’t get enough of this girl.

My knuckles graze over her nipples. I inch away to admire my handiwork. Her breath comes faster as her doe eyes alternate between watching me play and returning to my face. God, does she know what she’s doing to me?

I slide my hand down her flat stomach, between her legs, and…

Oh, shit.

Tess cranes her neck, moaning when my fingers easily slip in. Yeah, she’s ready for me, too. She reaches for me, but I whirl her around and press a hand between her shoulder blades, enough so she’ll bend over and spread her legs for me.

My body shudders as I make my way in, feeling her slick heat grip me tight. Tess grunts with my first thrust and whimpers at my second, and third, like she’s crying. I wind my hand under her arm to turn her face so I can see her, the urge to pound into her tightening my vocal cords. “Am I hurting you, beautiful?”