Page 43 of Harbor Lights (Inishderry Island Romances #3)

Shiv’s smile lit her face, crinkling the skin next to her eyes. She pulled her sweater and sports bra over her head in one motion, throwing them on the floor. Her jeans and underwear soon followed.

Con’s eyes roamed, taking in every inch of Shiv’s nakedness as she kneeled on the bed alongside her. Reaching for her, Con’s own hands looked large and ungainly when she rested them on Shiv’s slight hips. Shiv batted them away.

“You need to get rid of some clothing first.”

Slowly and deliberately, she unbuckled Con’s belt and slid her trousers down her legs.

Con impatiently kicked them off. She no longer felt even a hint of reluctance to bare herself to Shiv.

The reaction she saw in her eyes, in her behavior, was enough to reassure her she was admired.

She reached again for Shiv and lifted her astride her thigh.

Shiv leaned on her hands and lowered her head.

Con kissed her deeply until she felt it in every fiber.

When she pulled back, there was color in Shiv’s cheeks and her lips were shining and swollen.

Shiv smiled seductively. “Now. Where were we? Ah, yes. You wanted to watch.”

She raised up and slid her own hand down her flat stomach and lower into the triangle of black hair that held so much promise. She slid two fingers in deep and gasped, then withdrew them, showing the glistening tips to Con.

“Ahh.” That was the best Con could do. She wanted to take Shiv’s fingers and lick them clean, but she didn’t want to spoil the show. Instead, Shiv took the digits into her own mouth and sucked hard, letting out a groan.

Con’s hips bucked involuntarily, and Shiv laughed. “You like that?” Her languid, unrushed lovemaking was such a contrast to her regular energetic behavior.

“Is it my turn yet?” She wanted Shiv to touch her like that. To enter her and find her ready, more than ready.

“Of course.” Shiv grinned wickedly and took Con’s hand, running it up her leg and into her folds.

This was not what Con meant, but it would do just fine.

Shiv was hot and swollen, and she enjoyed her groan when she ran her fingers across her clit.

Shiv guided her deep inside with her own hand, then arched her body, pushing her hips toward Con as she began a rhythm, curling inside.

When Shiv tightened around her fingers, she increased the rhythm and pushed Shiv’s hand aside, so she could stroke her clit in time with the thrusts.

Shiv gasped and pushed against her hand. “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come already.”

“That’s just fine, darling. We’ve got all night.”

Shiv tensed against her fingers, then froze. She let out a long moan and her whole body went tight as a bowstring. Con kept up the rhythm and the moans increased until Shiv bucked violently against her hands and collapsed on top of her.

She kissed the side of Shiv’s face and down her neck until Shiv’s breathing started to ease.

“You okay there?”

Shiv raised her head with apparent effort. Her eyes were glassy and half hooded. “Fuck, yeah. How do you keep doing that to me?”

“Just a natural, I guess.” She flipped Shiv over onto the bed and kissed her.

Shiv grasped her shirt, but she sat up and pulled it off, folding the linen carefully, so she wouldn’t look completely rumpled in the morning walking down to the quay.

Her top followed and she turned, almost naked.

Shiv reached out, wearing a smile like the cat that got the cream.

She pulled Con down alongside her and cupped her breasts, thumbing both nipples.

Con cupped her hand on the back of Shiv’s head and pulled them together, crushing her lips with her need for contact.

She groaned into her mouth when Shiv increased the pressure on her nipples.

Then she slowly slid her hands down Con’s body, and into her waistband.

She lifted her hip, allowing Shiv to push the underwear down.

Then Shiv’s hands were on her, slipping between her legs and teasing the places she most wanted to be touched.

“Wait right there.” Shiv rolled away for a moment and retrieved a tube from the side of the bed. Wherever they were, Shiv came armed with lube. To make it more fun, she always said. But Con appreciated the effort to ensure her comfort.

When Shiv turned back to kiss her, her hands returned, too, spreading warm lubrication and need. Con had never been touched like Shiv touched her, with so much focus on her reactions. After a month, she understood more about what Con enjoyed than Majella had in twenty-five years.

She quickly banished her ex from her thoughts, instead sinking into Shiv’s expert caresses and burying her face in Shiv’s neck.

Shiv made her feel like she would explode with feeling.

She knew, when she’d driven her to a plateau of bliss, just when to run her thumb over Con’s thrumming clit and send her into oblivion.

She cried out and bit down on Shiv’s shoulder, vaguely aware of a rumbled groan. When Shiv slowed, Con gradually came down from her climax and rolled on top of Shiv, panting.

As soon as she could muster the strength to lift her head, she found Shiv watching her with a soft grin and dark eyes.

“I love making you come.”

Con let out a long breath and lifted her weight away, worried she was crushing Shiv’s much lighter frame.

Shiv pulled her closer. “I like you on top. It makes me feel… part of you?”

Con held back while she regained her senses. She ran a hand over the reddened mark on Shiv’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry. I hope I didn’t bruise you.”

Shiv placed a hand over Con’s and held it over the spot. “Just so you know, I almost came again when you did that, so please don’t hold back on my account.” Her grin was lazy, and her eyes were still half-lidded.

“Well, perhaps we need to see to that before we get some sleep.” Con pulled Shiv toward her and kissed her. She could live with nights like these for the rest of her life.