Page 25 of Detective for the Debutante (SAFE Haven Security #3)

LEIGH

T housands of stars envelop me as my orgasm crests in a curtain of bright light and pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.

“That’s my girl.” Murphy’s words push me even higher to a place where the stars now fall below me.

His finger stills against my clit, but he doesn’t move away, and heat continues to pulse through me in rippling aftershocks.

“Better than I imagined,” he murmurs, his lips finding mine in a kiss over far too soon for my liking.

Blinking my eyes open, I find him watching me, studying my reaction.

“So are you.”

He barks out a laugh and I giggle, the move causing his fingers to brush my still-sensitive clit.

I moan, my inhalation swift as lust sucks me back under.

The amusement fades from his expression and it leaves only a heat behind it, threatening to consume us both.

He lifts his hand, sucking his finger into his mouth and moaning his enjoyment.

My legs spasm around him as my core throbs with need.

More.

Again.

Now.

“Murphy—”

“Better than I imagined,” he repeats, the words taking on new meaning.

I whimper at the onslaught of desire rushing through me in dizzying waves.

“I haven’t had enough of you,” he says.

I reach for the waistband of his shorts, ready to move us to the next step, but he shakes his head and bends backward away from my seeking fingers.

“Not yet.”

How the hell can he be so calm and collected when I’m ready to combust on the spot…again.

“But—”

He moves so fast I don’t track it until I’m slung over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry with my bare ass right next to his face. I squirm, whimpering as my pussy rubs against his shoulder.

“Don’t lose that thought, sweetheart.”

Not freaking likely. Especially when one of his palms settles against my ass, his pinky teasing my folds as he leaves the kitchen to find the stairs. He moves swiftly, not lowering me to my feet until we’re in my bedroom.

“Thank God I picked the right room,” he tells me, a small smile curving his lips.

“Thank God indeed,” I tell him, reaching for the waistband of his shorts.

He lets my fingers connect to the fly and I unsnap it, pushing his boxers and shorts down in one fell swoop. His dick springs free, bobbing with the movement, and my core throbs back to life, my mouth begging for a taste.

He’s the one who closes the distance first though, his fingers tangling in my hair, tugging my head back until his lips tease mine.

I’ve never experienced this level of need before. This steadfast ache that only stops when he kisses me, and only for a second before it burns hotter than before. In this moment, it doesn’t feel like I just came on his fingers downstairs.

I need him.

Right now.

With a desperation I can’t explain.

“Are you ready for more?” He whispers the words against my lips.

If I were any more ready I would be a pile of ashes on the ground. My entire body—my entire being—is on fire for him. For his touch. For the pleasure he can bring me.

“Yes,” I moan and lift to my tiptoes for a kiss.

It doesn’t come.

Instead, he spins me in his arms, his dick pressing against my ass while his hands lift to my breasts and his lips tease the tendon where my neck and shoulder meet.

Lifting my arms back and over my head, I weave my fingers through the short strands of his hair, and my breasts press more firmly into his palms.

“Do you like it when I touch you like this?” The question is more vibration than sound against my ear.

He pinches both nipples, and lightning arcs in a direct line of communication with my pussy.

Like is such a small word for the amount of bliss I’m experiencing in his arms.

“ Yes .” I rub my ass against his dick and his fingers tighten, rolling my nipple between thumb and forefinger while the other hand drops, trailing down my stomach until he sinks a finger knuckle deep inside me.

My pussy spasms around the digit, the orgasm already building.

“Mmm.” I moan the word, sinking my teeth into my lower lip to keep from begging for more.

He pinches my nipple hard enough I release my lip, crying out and panting.

“Yes, sweetheart. That’s it. Let me hear your pleasure. Don’t hide it from me. I crave it. Feel what you do to me.” He taps his hard dick against my ass and I mewl.

“Please. I want more. I need it. Please.”

His finger runs back and forth over my opening, avoiding my clit while the pleasure continues to drive higher.

“What about my tongue?” he asks, rimming my ear with his tongue. “Would you like that here?” He drags a palm over my distended nipple.

“Fuck, yes.”

“I love when your sweet little mouth uses those dirty words. What about here? Do you want my tongue here?” His finger presses back inside and my knees buckle.

I’m only upright because of the way one of his arms bands around my waist, holding me to him.

I moan, nodding furiously, the orgasm already at its tipping point when all he’s done is barely touch me.

“Tell me. Use those words,” he grits out, sending vibrations of pleasure along my skin.

Spinning in his arms, I dislodge his hand—immediately missing the gentle pressure—while I tug him back toward the bed.

“I want your tongue, Murphy. No more teasing. I want you to fuck me with your mouth before you use your dick. And I want it right the fuck now.” I have no idea where the words come from other than they’re exactly what I need from him in this moment.

I tumble backward, yanking him with me until he rests in the cradle of my thighs, bracing himself up with a hand pressed on either side of my head. His hard dick drags through my folds and I moan, lifting my hips.

“I love hearing you tell me what you want, Stóirín. Tell me. Whatever you want, whatever is in my power to give you, it’s yours.”

He leans down, nuzzling my neck and pressing kisses along my collarbone until his mouth hovers over one breast. He glances up, his gaze meeting mine as he slowly lowers until he pulls the nipple into his mouth.

My eyelids fall shut as pure pleasure radiates out from the connection, directly tethered to my core, aching with need.

Lifting my hands, I thread my fingers through the short hair at his nape, attempting to hold him in place while his tongue spars with the stiff peak of my breast.

My breath comes in embarrassingly loud pants, his name keening from my lips as he nips at the distended tip, tugging sharply. My legs jolt while my back curves upward, pressing me harder to his mouth.

He repeats the caress on my opposite breast, the hard jolt followed by the warmth of his mouth as he soothes the ache. The orgasm pulses at the edges, threatening to drag me under.

“I-I feel like I’m going to come,” I grit out, trying to stave off the orgasm, enjoying the way it builds hotter and hotter.

“As much as I would love to see you come just from me playing with your breasts, I’ll keep that in mind for next time. Something else is calling my name.”

Next time.

I’m still focused on this time. This moment. Every touch is its own unique moment and he’s already planning a next time.

Holy shit.

I’m so focused, I barely register the way his kisses trail lower until my legs are on his shoulders, his hands pushing my legs up and back, exposing me to his heated gaze.

“Such a pretty pussy. And I already know you taste delicious from my little sample earlier. But what about now? Will you taste the same on my tongue as you did on my fingers?”

His gaze flicks up to mine briefly before he refocuses his attention on my exposed pussy. My body ratchets up in temperature under the inferno raging in his hazel-colored eyes. The hunger on his face is like a starving man finding food after too long without.

But still he makes me wait.

Turning his head to the side, he places an open-mouthed kiss on the inside of one thigh, sucking the tender skin into the heat of his mouth, nipping at the flesh, before turning and doing the same on the other side.

Marking me.

As his.

Why is that so hot?

I squirm, wiggling my hips against the cool sheets on the bed while fire consumes me. His grip tightens, halting my movement, and I whimper. Only when I’m still does he move again, dragging his tongue up my slit in one long, slow stroke, before he curls it when he reaches my clit.

“Oh, fuck.” My hands flutter, looking for purchase before tangling in his hair.

“Mmm.” The sound is a vibration against my sensitive flesh, and my hips buck against his hold.

He repeats the caress, a finger joining his tongue as it presses inside.

It’s not enough, yet it’s too much, as his tongue begins to circle the hard bundle of nerves.

Every time I think I’m used to the pressure or the movement, ready to ride the wave to ecstasy, he changes it up and I can’t find the rhythm before he’s changing it again.

“ Murphy .”

Another finger joins the first, his tongue tapping against my clit before he flattens it and drags it along the top. While his grip has relaxed enough I can shift my hips more, he sits up. Lifting my lower half off the bed, a third finger finds the pucker of my asshole and presses forward gently.

“Oh my God.” The sensation is foreign, but it feels too good to ask him to stop.

I want more.

He lifts his mouth from my body momentarily, all three of his fingers still working me.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Ride my hand. Find your pleasure. I’m not stopping until you come. You taste so fucking good.”

The last part is growled against my pussy as his mouth finds it again, his tongue starting up its rhythm again, and the orgasm pulses harder around, taking over more of my vision. It’s the beginning of a roller coaster, the car moving to the top, the promise of pleasure within reach.

Lifting my hands to my breasts, I tug the sensitive flesh. Between that and a mix of his fingers and mouth, I reach the top. Suspended in time for a heartbeat, then two, before I catapult forward, tethered to the earth only by the man between my legs.

His name rips from my throat on a scream, my body locking as the orgasm shatters through me.

Shatters me. Around me, over me. It drowns me in sensation.

In a pleasure reminding me of a phoenix—death and rebirth all in one breath-stealing moment.

His tongue continues to work, his fingers slowing down until I’m spent beneath him.

Only then do his lips retrace their path from earlier, climbing my body as he shifts on top of me.

“More.” My lips feel foreign wrapped around the word, and amusement joins the fire in his eyes.

“Greedy girl,” he says, dropping a kiss to my nose.

I wrap my legs around his waist, hissing a breath as my sensitive skin brushes his.

“I want to feel you. Inside me.”

His eyes search mine, the silence stretching between us until he nods.

“I have something. In my drawer. Protection.” I point to the nightstand and he opens the drawer, pulling out the box of condoms and tossing one of the foil packets on the bed.

My hand wraps around him and he moans, nearly falling on top of me.

“Fuck,” he grits out.

Falling on his back on the bed, he tugs me with him until I straddle him.

“You’re no fun.” I pout, my fingers having lost their purchase in the process.

He chuckles, sitting up to catch my lips with his.

“I think the two orgasms you’ve had so far show you how much ‘fun’ I am.” He waggles his brows.

My giggle is strangled by the need overwhelming my entire body.

“So far?” My core clenches and I squeeze my thighs around his hips as desire continue to build.

His hand comes up, swatting my ass and catching me off guard. The moan I let out is loud, my ass already pressing out, wanting another touch.

“You’re so fucking responsive,” he murmurs as his hands flex on my thighs.

“Not usually. This is…different.” I have never been this way with any other man I’ve slept with.

“Different? Different how? You’re not a?—”

“I’m not a virgin. But I don’t typically laugh the way I do with you when I’m this turned on.”

His eyes darken, his grip tightening on my hips.

“How turned on are you, Stóirín?” He shifts, his finger sliding through my folds until he finds my clit.

I moan at the touch, my eyes fluttering shut. It wouldn’t take much more to set me off again, and I squirm against his hips.

“Grab the condom,” he grits out.

When I open my eyes, a muscle tics rapidly in his jaw, his hands an iron vise at my hips. Reaching over, I snag the foil packet and open it to pull out the rubber. My nipples rub along his chest as I bend and shift, the friction setting off sparks like fireworks behind my eyelids.

“Can you put it on?” he asks.

I nod, opening my eyes while his hand shifts back between my legs.

Biting my lip, I try to hold off the orgasm until the condom is in place.

He moves his hands back to my waist, and I’m not sure if I want to beg him for more or tell him not to stop as he lifts me enough to poise me above him, lowering me slowly until his pelvis taps mine.

“ Fuck .” His eyes are closed, head thrown back, and every muscle and tendon in his neck stand at attention. “You feel so fucking good. Your pussy was made for my cock. I’m so fucking close.”

“How close?” I pant, desire blurring the edges.

“Closer than I want to be. I’m about to fucking embarrass myself,” he growls.

The orgasm continues to build and I’m balanced on the edge, ready to tip over with the slightest breath.

“I’m so close,” I whimper and shift my hips, rocking against him as stars pop in my vision.

“Stóirín. Look at me.”

I open my eyes as he threads his fingers through mine and squeezes.

“There’s no going back from this. Are you ready?”

There was no going back from the first time I kissed him. Even if I didn’t want to admit it then.

I nod.

“Words, sweetheart,” he says.

“ Please .” The orgasm is just out of reach. And I’m practically vibrating with the need to come.

“Please what?”

“I need you,” I tell him.

It’s past want at this point. If he doesn’t start to move soon, I’m going to go up in the flames continuing to lick along my skin. But the words must be the answer he’s looking for.

He nods.

“Hold on to me, sweetheart.”

And I do.

All the way to heaven and back again, eventually falling asleep in his arms with the steady thud of his heartbeat in my ear.