Page 32 of Detective for the Debutante (SAFE Haven Security #3)

A corner of his lips lifts in a smirk as he grabs the material at the nape and tugs it up and off, tossing it to the floor.

My mouth waters with all the beautifully inked skin on display.

A light dusting of hair trails down, disappearing into his pants.

I close the distance, lifting my hands to the top of his chest and tracing the hair line down to the waist of his sweats.

His abs ripple under my exploration and my fingers itch to keep going.

To make him lose control. Hooking a finger in the waistband, I run it along the hot skin, and he bumps his pelvis forward.

My cheeks stretch with my smile, my teeth sinking into my lower lip while I consider my next move. Raising my other hand, I grip either side of his waistband, pushing his sweats free. I wrap my hand around his hard length, running my thumb over the moisture at the head.

“ Fuck .”

His tendons stand in relief at his neck as he holds himself still, allowing me to explore with my hand before I sink to my knees in front of him.

“Stóirín.” His nickname for me is a harsh groan with a direct line to my core that throbs in response.

I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing him call me that.

The partial groan only adds to it, speaking to me on a level of body and soul connected.

I squeeze my thighs together to curb the ache and raise both hands.

Bracing one on his hip, I wrap my fingers around him and shift until my lips barely brush the head.

I wait until his gaze finds mine before I lean forward and lick the underside of his dick from root to tip.

“Fuck me,” he grits out and his fingers thread through my hair.

With a hum, I pull him into my mouth until he bumps the back of my throat. An intense power mixes with pleasure as I make this powerful man’s knees buckle with my mouth.

My panties are absolutely soaked, my breasts heavy against the cotton of his T-shirt as I roll my tongue around him, loving the way he can barely string together a sentence.

“That’s—sweetheart, fuck, right there. Your mouth. So fucking good. Fuck. ” Words escape him, his jaw locking as a muscle tics in a steady rhythm.

It’s a heady sensation, and I’m drunk on the power I wield. His hands fist in my hair, his hips pulsing gently against me, driving him to the back of my throat over and over again. Swallowing, I take him a little deeper, my cheeks hollowing out by the amount of suction I use.

I’ve never been this turned on by giving someone else pleasure. Never felt the connection as I do right now.

Because it’s different. He’s different.

And I’m different because of him.

I roll my tongue around him, finding a spot on the underside near the crown that has his fingers yanking through my hair and his cock jumping against the roof of my mouth.

“Fuck. Leigh, sweetheart, I’m going to come.” He manages to get the words out, his hips pulsing more rhythmically.

I run my tongue on the same spot, ready for him to come.

“ Fuck .”

The word is barely out before he reaches down, lifting me off his dick and slamming his lips to mine while I wrap my legs around his waist.

“You taste like me,” he says against my lips and takes the few steps it takes to get us to the bed where he lowers me down.

And I love the taste of him.

I want more.

But when I reach for him again, he shakes his head.

“I’m too close. You’re really fucking good at that.”

His hand delves under the hem of his T-shirt I’m wearing, yanking it up so his fingers can drag against the center of my panties.

“You’re fucking soaked. That turned you on, didn’t it?” he asks.

I nod, unashamed of how much I liked it. How much I want to do it again.

“I liked seeing you that way. Almost out of control.” I gasp as his finger presses through the fabric against my clit.

“You definitely had me on the brink, Stóirín. Too close to the edge for my comfort.” He leans down and presses a chaste kiss against my lips.

“I liked it,” I tell him, trying to hold him to me.

“And I like watching you fall apart for me,” he murmurs, pulling away.

As he shifts up, he pulls my T-shirt with him. My nipples pebble under his scrutiny, his tongue peeking out to lick a trail of moisture along his lower lip before he pulls it into his mouth.

An electric charge builds between us the longer he stares, the fire burning bright in his eyes.

His hands reach out and I jolt, nearly combusting as he drags my panties down my legs, leaving me fully exposed.

But he still stands there, studying me, trailing heat wherever his gaze pauses until it feels like my entire body is engulfed in flames.

“What are you waiting for?” I ask, my voice rough around the desire filling me.

“I’m trying to decide.” He says the words absentmindedly, still dragging his gaze down my body.

“Decide what?” I lift my hands to my breasts, dragging my palms against my nipples, and squirm against the bed.

His gaze sharpens and his muscles lock.

“Where to start.” His eyes darken, the fire eclipsing everything else.

“Start?” I ask, gasping as I pinch one of my nipples between my forefinger and thumb.

“Do I use my fingers, my tongue, or my cock to make you come?” He arches an eyebrow with his question.

“Why not all three?” I ask and shift a hand between my legs.

That must be the starting gun because he drops down, pushing my hand out of the way as his mouth latches onto a distended nipple, his hand replacing mine between my legs.

“You’re a greedy girl,” he says.

I moan my agreement, my fingers tunneling through his hair as his fingers glide through my folds to find my clit.

His finger rotates around the hard nub, his thumb alternating pressure against it until I cry out, the orgasm poised, ready to let loose.

My toes curl and my nails scratch against his scalp.

“Are you ready to come?” he murmurs, nipping at my breast.

I whimper, squirming between the bed and his finger. I’m not sure if I’m trying to get closer to the orgasm or further away. It’s an overwhelming sensation, balanced on the edge like this.

“I—” Whatever I was going to say, I forget it.

He presses a finger in, finding a spot to release the orgasm the way an ocean releases a tidal wave. From one breath where I’m ready to answer a question to the next where the only thing I know—that I’ve ever known—is the white-hot pleasure streaking through me.

I’m not even fully recovered from it when he drags his tongue along my pussy, flattening against my clit to start the build toward the next orgasm.

“ M-m-m …” I’m trying to say his name, but the word is lost as my breath comes in embarrassing loud pants.

This orgasm is more intense than before, bordering on explosive as my entire universe centers to what he’s doing between my thighs.

“You’re mine, Stóirín,” he growls before dropping his mouth back to my clit.

His. God, I like the sound of that. No. I love the sound of that.

“Mmmm.” My back bows off the bed, chasing the orgasm he teases.

“Tell me,” he demands, nipping at the inside of my thigh.

I jolt and it takes several heartbeats for me to understand.

“Tell me,” he says again, blowing lightly on my clit.

“Yours.”

The word ratchets the fire higher, another flame catching hold, threatening to burn us both to the ground.

I am his.

Is that why it’s so intense between us? Because of how fully I have given myself? The questions scatter at another drag of his tongue against me.

“More.” His tongue traces my clit and my knees shake.

“I’m yours,” I wail.

The words are the truest I’ve ever spoken. It’s like I’ve given my heart as they echo through the room.

“That’s right. You’re mine. Just like I’m yours. All of me for all of you, Stóirín. An even trade.” His tongue finds my clit, his finger pressing against the pucker of my asshole, and the orgasm explodes.

Stars fall around us, the light blinding and binding in the same instant. I float back to earth, blinking my eyes open to find him watching, waiting for me as he hovers at my entrance, condom in place.

He eases forward, going at an almost glacial pace, as he fills me. He keeps his eyes locked on mine the whole time, letting the fire consume us, more intense as he releases the emotions simmering between us since Cole and Hannah Grace’s wedding.

My eyelids flutter shut as the pleasure sharpens and builds, sweat slicking along our skin.

“Eyes on me, Stóirín,” he murmurs, brushing a kiss against my forehead.

I open them as his pelvis bumps mine. Bowing up, I try to adjust to all the sensations swamping my body.

Lust. Desire.

Pleasure.

Love.

In that moment with his heart beating against mine, our gazes locked with each other, the realization hits me with the fiercest wave yet.

I desperately need him to move, to dissolve the emotions burning through my body in the fire of lust. It’s terrifying.

It’s exhilarating. And I’m not sure what comes next.

“Murphy.” It’s only his name.

But it’s so much more.

He nods like he understands. Maybe he does.

“I’m here, sweetheart.” He retreats, weaving his fingers with mine before squeezing.

I need him to move, but even the slow movement of his hips focuses on the emotion building between us. On the moment stretching around us like we’re the only two that exist in the world. Or maybe it’s that he is my world in this heartbeat.

Almost fully out, he pauses, studying me for a heartbeat. Then another.

This time as he presses forward, his lips find mine.

But it’s less frenetic than before. It’s an ease of our tongues coming together.

It’s like we were made for each other, my body relaxing against his in a sigh of coming home all while he continues to piston his hips in a steady rhythm.

The orgasm shimmers in the distance, the gentle lapping of a wave versus the earlier storm.

I always thought passion came with a quick pace. But I’ve never felt it stronger than right now, in this unhurried moment.

He releases one hand, dragging it down my body to tease along my breast before he finds my clit between us. My eyes refuse to close, still locked with his. Sheer bliss is the way he moves with me, the feel of his hands on me, the vibration of his heart against mine.

I whimper, on the edge without really knowing how I got here.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Give me one more. Give me everything you’ve got.”

“Come with me,” I beg, my fingers flexing against his biceps.

He nods. “I’m right here.”

His hips speed up at the same time his fingers reach a crescendo on my clit, and I tumble over, my body flying as it stays tethered to his, his own release moaned into my ear as he comes with me.

As we soar to heaven together.