Page 23 of Stolen Temptation (Irish Kings #3)

Will he even like what he sees once he gets me naked on that bed? Will we even do it on the bed?

Or will my first time actually happen on the mahogany desk?

The wheels of my anxious mind spin out of control, and it isn’t too long before Rory invades my personal space again, his hot palms wrapping around my biceps.

He presses me to this spot, holding me with his intense, sensual stare.

“I can hear you overthinking, you know.” His thumb rubs the skin of my inner arm, soft and weirdly affirming.“Listen to me. Whatever happens tonight, it’s going to be your rodeo. What you want goes, and what you don’t want? Hands off. Agreed?”

And with just those words, Rory dials down the volume on my fears. My courage and anticipation return.

“Agreed.” A deep breath puffs up my chest. “If I’m calling the shots, then I say we go over to that bed?—”

I yelp when Rory picks me up and tosses me on the mattress.

His rough voice is only one notch above a growl as he crawls over my body. “What next?”

“I want you to kiss me.”

“And?”

My cheeks ache with self-consciousness. “Touch me all over and…”

His eyes burn darkly. “Touch you where?”

I cling to my courage. “My breasts,” I whisper.

Rory descends on me with a vengeance, kissing me until my lips are half raw.

He teases me, gliding his thumbs in a slow circle toward the center of my breasts.

When he finally brushes my nipples, he strokes them into hard points, a caress I feel between my legs.

I don’t think anything could feel better until he rolls one between his thumb and forefinger.

He keeps up the merciless torment, and I can’t stop from gasping and moaning against his open mouth.

He rears back far enough to look me in the eye. “What next?”

As he digs into my neck again, I lock my ankles around his waist.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?”

My face sizzles like a pan.

Rory notices my squirming and tucks his mouth to mine again, forcing me to focus on him. Only him.

When he pulls back, my breathing is ragged.

“I mean it, love.” His burning eyes pour into mine. “You’re perfect. Every exquisite inch of you.”

“You…” My voice catches. “You don’t have to flatter me like this.”

“Is that what you think I’m doing?” He studies me with narrow eyes, causing my heart to gallop even faster. Rory grinds against me, the steely bulge in his pants rubbing against my clit. “Does this feel like flattery to you?”

I whimper when he grinds again for good measure.

“New rule. No compliments.”

I drop my gaze from his eyes down to his collarbone. Now’s hardly the moment to bring up the fact that every compliment I’ve ever gotten from men were translations for we’ll enjoy using you very much .

“And what am I allowed to give you instead?” Rory’s words leave me reeling as he slams a rough kiss on my mouth.

“What do you want to give me?” I mumble near his ear while he trails more kisses down my neck.

“This.” He grabs my hand and places it on the bulge.

The idea of Rory giving me that cock makes my internal organs backflip in achy, hopeful anticipation.

“But I also want to give you my fingers…and my mouth.” He draws back to meet my gaze, asking for permission with his melty hazel irises. “Can I? I want to feel you come all over my fingers.”

My breathing accelerates. “Yes.”

Quick as lightning, he reaches for the hem of my pants, pulling them and my underwear off at the same time.

After he’s tossed my clothes on the floor, his hands settle on my knees and push them apart. Oh, god.

His hot, hungry expression blanks for a moment. “No one’s ever tasted you either?” he demands to know.

I shake my head.

With a savage grin, his attention returns to where I’m spread open before him like a buffet. “Fuck me, you’re pretty.”

I barely have time to process which part of me he’s describing as pretty before he drops his head and drags the flat of his tongue across my seam, ending with a long swipe of my clit. “I knew you’d taste this good.”

I should probably be embarrassed by my loud moan, but that felt so wonderful I can barely remember my own name.

Rory sits back on his haunches and angles his hand, like he’s about to slide one of those thick powerful fingers inside me.

“Wait.” I stop him with my tone, and his wild eyes fly up to mine. “I…I’ve never put anything up there before.”

Understanding washes over Rory’s face. “Not even a tampon?”

I shake my head no, because I can’t speak for a moment. I’m horrified that he knows what those are, as if I’m still thirteen.

I’m not sure how I expected him to react, but Rory surprises me when he breaks into a sexy, mischievous grin.

“Lucky me.”

I regard him warily. “Is this, like, a fetish for you? Virgins ?”

“No.” After yanking my shirt over my head and discarding it, he glides one hand up my stomach toward my breasts. “Is this a fetish for you? Older men?”

My face is on fire . “No!”

“Good.” Rory drags his middle finger through my wetness before slipping it inside my sopping entrance. “I want you all to myself.”