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“Obvious?”I repeat, arching a brow.“You don’t think that’s something you should’ve run by me first?”

Eamon shrugs, unbothered.“I had my things sent here while we were out.Figured it’d save me the trouble of doing it myself now.”

My pulse kicks up, a mix of indignation and something far more dangerous—excitement.“You figured?”

His hand brushes against mine on the railing.“You’re not complaining, are you?”

I open my mouth to retort, but before I can get a word out, he grips my waist and pulls me onto his lap as he sits down on one of the cushioned deck chairs.My breath catches as I settle against him, his hands firm and possessive on my hips.

“Eamon,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady, though the heat of his body against mine is already making my thoughts scatter.“You can’t just?—”

“I can,” he cuts me off, his voice low and commanding, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear.“And I will.”

His words send a shiver through me, and I can’t help the way my body reacts by leaning into him, even as my mind protests.

“You’re impossible,” I murmur, my hands resting on his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath my palms.

“And you love it,” he counters, his lips trailing down my neck, his hands sliding beneath the hem of my dress.

I want to argue, but the words die on my tongue as his fingers skim the bare skin of my thighs, the heat of his touch igniting a fire that spreads through me.

His lips claim mine in a kiss that’s all heat and possession, his hands pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us.I gasp against his mouth as his fingers slide higher until they find exactly what they’re looking for.

“You’re already wet for me,” he growls, his voice rough with desire as his fingers delve into my heat.

I bite my lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a moan, but he’s relentless.His other hand tangles in my hair as he tilts my head back to meet his gaze.

“Don’t hold back, love,” he says, his voice low and demanding, his fingers moving with a rhythm that has me trembling in his lap.

The sound that escapes me is raw and unrestrained.It only seems to spur him on.His teeth graze my skin as his fingers work me with a precision that leaves me breathless.

I grip his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as the pleasure builds, sharp and all-consuming.“Eamon,” I gasp, my voice breaking as my body arches against him, chasing the release that’s just within reach.

“Let go,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear.“I want to hear you come for me.”

His words push me over the edge.My body shudders in his arms as waves of pleasure crash over me.Eamon holds me through it, his grip steady and unyielding as I come undone.

But he doesn’t stop.He adjusts his grip, lifting me slightly while his fingers work quickly between us.The shift of fabric and the heat of his touch sends a jolt of desire straight through me.

It doesn’t make sense how I can still want him like this seconds after falling apart.But my body doesn’t care.It answers him anyway, aching all over again.

He positions me over his hard length, and in one smooth motion, he’s inside me, the sudden fullness stealing my breath.

“Christ,” he groans, his head tipping back as his fingers dig into my hips.“You’re fucking perfect.Like you were made for me.”

His intensity and the way he fills me leave me reeling.I move instinctively, my hands braced on his shoulders as I ride him, the rhythm building between us until it’s all I can focus on.

His lips find mine again, the kiss messy and desperate as our movements grow more frantic.My release builds again, more intense this time, and when it hits, it pulls a choked cry from my lips.

Eamon follows moments later, his hands gripping me tightly as he thrusts into me one last time.

We stay like that for a moment, tangled together in the fading light, our breathing heavy as the sound of the waves fills the silence around us.

“You’re still impossible,” I murmur, my voice shaky but teasing as I rest my forehead against his.

“And you’re still mine,” he replies, his tone softer now but no less possessive.

Eamon