Intractable Souls : Book 1 of the Bound for Ireland Series (44 page)

“What do you think?” He asks dryly.

Rubbing the palm of her hand over the head
of his cock, it swells and becomes harder. On the next upward
caress, she traces along the waistband of his pants and runs her
finger along the inside, skimming across sensitive nerves and
making his muscles tense. When she undoes the button and slowly
starts to lower his zipper, he grabs her hand and stops her.

Looking conflicted, he rubs his other hand
on the back of his neck. “Don’t go any further.” His voice is stern
and she looks up at him confused. “There is no way I’m doing this
in the jacks, especially in someone else’s home.”

“The jacks?” She asks curiously.

“The bathroom.” He explains.

“Are you saying NO to sex?” She’s shocked
and a little afraid for Noah. She hopes that Scott has taken him
home or put him in a cab.

He shakes his head. As if he would ever say
no to sex with her. His body is always on autopilot when she’s
around. “I’m saying NOT HERE.” He steps forward, towards the
adjoining door into the master bedroom and turns it, testing to see
if it’s locked. When it opens, Olivia grins.

What started as a distraction has grown into
a deep gnawing desire that needs satisfying. She follows him in and
closes the door, making sure it’s locked. Ethan checks the door
that leads to the hallway and locks it from the inside as well.
Olivia fumbles in the darkness, looking for the lamp on the night
table. When she finds it and turns the switch Ethan is already by
her side, his hands on her hips turning her to face him. “We’ll
have to be quick, are you ready?”

“Oh Yeah!” Heat boils at her core and
spreads outwards through her veins. Need and desire making her feel
an unyielding desperation for his large cock.

Grabbing her shorts, he roughly pulls them
down, letting them hit the floor as she pulls her t-shirt over her
head and releases her bra. Reaching down, he runs his hand between
her legs, pushing her panties to the side and rubbing his fingers
over the swollen folds of her sex. He primes her with her own
wetness, ensuring she is lubricated enough to take him. Undoing his
pants, he strips them down with an alarming urgency. Shoving her
back onto the bed he pulls at her panties trying to coax them down.
When he hears the sound of the material straining and beginning to
tear he abandons his careful efforts and rips them away with a
robust tug and tosses them on the bed beside her. The sight of
them, torn by his need to get inside her, heightens her arousal and
makes her shift her weight, rolling her hips desperately against
the finger he has slid inside her. Inspired by her response, he
slides in a second finger, making her squirm in delight as he pumps
them, slowly in and out.

When he parts her with his thumbs and kneels
between her legs, she moans, knowing what’s to come. As his hot,
wet tongue slides across the slick folds of sensitive flesh, she
grips the edge of the sheets and bends her knees, inviting him in.
He licks her with unrestrained passion, the tip of his tongue
occasionally dipping inside her in a shallow invasion. She wiggles
and thrusts, trying to press him in further but he denies her.
Closing his mouth around her clit, he draws in soft and long. The
compelling suction over the sensitive knot of nerves makes her leg
muscles tremble and her knees draw up towards her chest.

“Ethan, please… we don’t have much time.”
She begs. “I need you inside me.”

Breaking away from her, he watches her with
an uncontrollable lust as she pushes up onto her forearms and uses
her feet to push herself further back on the mattress. Putting his
knee on the edge of the bed, he crawls over top of her, licking her
skin as he travels towards her heavy, swollen breasts. Her knees
widen to accept the width of his hips and he quickly takes his
place there. His hard cock weighs heavy on her thigh as he lowers
his mouth to surround her sensitive nipple, sucking and licking
until she moans. Her chest falls heavy with each exhaled breath,
feeling the weight of his body completely pinning her to the bed.
Dragging his lips heavily along her neck, he growls in that low
raspy ‘hurry up and fuck me before I explode’ Irish accent. “Hold
on, baby. It’s going to be fast and hard.”

Arching his back, he adjusts his positions
and then lowers his hips, the wide crown of his cock sliding
directly into her with astounding precision. She draws in a deep
breath as he begins to pump himself in and out in a vigorous
rhythm. His forearms press on either side of her head, his face
only inches away from hers. His lips part to assist his short
panting breaths, hot and humid against her skin and she feels the
pressure building inside her like a storm already. Holding himself
back, he refrains from entering her all the way, knowing that it
will finish him if he does. Instead he concentrates on her comfort…
her pleasure. Adjusting his angle, he finds the spot inside her
that aches for him and makes her moan when she lifts her hips to
meet his thrusts. Feeling the pleasure beginning to ripple inside
her, he’s pleased at how quickly he got her there. His need to
release overcomes him and he finally pushes himself all the way to
her limit and holds himself there, feeling her cervix against the
engorged head of his cock, before withdrawing almost completely.
She protests, clawing at his back in an effort to pull him back
inside her.

He can’t steady himself any longer. His
words are breathless, desperate. “Olivia I’m going to come.” When
he slides all the way back in, he hits her throbbing clit with the
pressure she needs to set her off. “Oh! Oh my God!” Growling, she
tries to muffle the sound of her voice as she becomes completely
unraveled, her orgasm ripping through her body making her shake.
Ethan’s hips roll forward, pushing him into her one last time.
Feeling her quivering sex around his cock, he hardens and lengthens
inside her, pushing out burst after burst of hot semen. He grunts,
as his body twitches one last time, ensuring that he has completely
emptied himself inside her, and then falls spent beside her, his
lungs looking for air.

“Holy shit.” Olivia whispers.

Ethan chuckles. Their basking moments are
interrupted by voices in the hallway causing Olivia to jump to her
feet and search for her clothes. Quickly she does up her bra and
tugs her t-shirt over her head. She picks up her panties forgetting
about their misfortune and looks over at Ethan with a scowl.

“What?” He asks, pulling up his pants. She
holds them up by what little is left of them.

“What am I going to do with these?”

He laughs as he buttons up his shirt. “Don’t
leave them here. I can’t imagine poor Pete trying to explain them
to his wife.”

“Oh my God, I feel a little creepy now. I
hope Peter and Gillian don’t ever find out what we just did.”

“Who’s going to tell them? Not me.” Watching
him pull on his socks and shoes, she wonders when he had time to
take them off. She never even noticed.

Stepping into her shorts, she sighs as she
pulls them up over her hips. “I guess I’m going without.”
Shrugging, she stuffs them in her pocket. “Just remember that this
time… YOU are the reason I’m walking around without any underwear.”
She stops and squints her eyes. “Actually… you were the reason I
wasn’t wearing underwear last time as well.”

He glances at her sideways. “Nice try, I had
nothing to do with that. When I left the room you had fully
functional underwear. You were the one who chose to leave them
behind.”

She gives him a sinister grin. “You should
have seen the look on John’s face.”

“I imagine it was much like the look on my
face when he handed them to me in my office the next day.” He tries
to hide his amusement.

“So, it doesn’t bother you that I won’t be
wearing any for the rest of the evening?” She knows him so much
better than that but she can’t resist teasing him.

“Are you serious?” He asks. “It’s killing me
right now. I’d make you wear mine if I thought for a minute that
you would. Trust me when I tell you that I won’t be letting you out
of my sight.”

Opening the door to the hallway, he waits
for her. She likes the sound of that. Being held under the watchful
eye of a man who is determined to keep her safe. For some reason he
looks even sexier when he’s been freshly fucked.

With the adrenaline wearing off she’s
reminded again about her throbbing lip. Licking at it, she can
taste something salty. Touching it with her finger, she looks at
him in terror when she sees the blood. “Ethan!” There is alarm in
her voice and he looks back at her startled.

She holds out her hand showing him the
blood. “My lip.”

He moves to her quickly. “It’s ok, don’t
panic.” Grabbing a tissue from the bedside table, he dabs it gently
where the swelling is. “Let me have a look.” Pulling her lip out
tenderly, he angles it downwards so he can see the inside. “Ah,
looks like your tooth punctured the skin on the inside.” Passing
her the tissue to wipe her hands, he assures her. ”Don’t worry I
know exactly what to do.”

Leading her down the hallway to the kitchen,
he stands her at the counter, pressing up against her while he
reaches up past her head and opens cupboard doors looking for
something. The warmth of his body makes her tingle and she’s
shocked at her arousal so soon after just making love to him. She’s
not even sure if that’s the right phrase to use. It seemed too
deeply rooted in carnal need to be considered making love. Whatever
it is, it follows suit for Ethan O’Connell. Everything the man does
is INTENSE!

Finally finding the sugar bowl, he scoops
himself a large round spoonful. “So are you going to tell me how
this happened now? The truth I mean.”

“We argued, he walked away and I got mad.
When I tried to stop him I tripped over the edge of the carpet and
hit the edge of the door.” She can taste blood in her mouth and her
tongue licks at her lip and pokes at the wound.

“I see. That sounds pretty believable.”
Studying her face, he knows that her expression will give her away
if she’s lying.

She makes a face still tasting the blood.
“It tastes disgusting.”

“Here.” He lowers the spoon of sugar to her
mouth, acknowledging her inquisitive looks. “Old sports trick.” He
gently pulls her lip out to expose the broken skin inside and
firmly presses the spoon so that mound of sugar is against it.
Holding it there for a few moments it sticks to the cut and slows
the bleeding. He removes the spoon, leaving behind a lump of
coagulated sugar against the wound. “Just leave it there.” He
orders. “And keep your tongue away from it.” Tossing the spoon into
the sink, he looks back at her, waiting for her acknowledgement.
When she nods obediently, he winks at her. “There’s a good
girl.”

Olivia relaxes, trusting his healing hands
explicitly and wonders how his life would be different if he hadn’t
made the choice to switch career focus.

“Do you ever think that you made a mistake
leaving medical school and going into business?

He looks at her puzzled. “No. Why do you
ask?”

She shrugs. “It just seems to come so easily
to you. You’re a healer. It’s in your nature.”

“Yes, well I do believe I told you that my
bedside manner was exemplary. Besides… you are the only patient I
have time for.”

Smiling, he digs into her pocket, pulls out
an elastic and twists it around her hair, pulling it back into a
ponytail.

“I’m not joking, I have never met anyone
clumsier than you. “

Her phone beeps indicating she has a new
text message from Scott. “He’s gone.” is all it says.

Letting out a relieved sigh, she tucks her
phone back into her bra. Ethan’s face, once again, takes on a
serious appearance. “I take it that was the “all’s clear” message
from either Rachel or Scott?”

Olivia’s shoulders slouch. “Yes.”
Busted!

“Noah has left.” Folding his arms in front
of him, he waits for her confirmation.

“Yes.” How does he do that?

Taking in a long deep breath, he puffs it
out in frustration. Trying to ignore his reaction, she lifts her
hand to wipe at her lip. Grabbing her wrist, he holds it tightly.
“Don’t touch it.” His commanding tone makes her tingle again.

She looks at him feeling ashamed. “Did you
know that was the plan the whole time?”

Releasing her hand, he moves closer,
pressing her against the counter. “You can’t hide anything from me,
princess. I know you better than you know yourself.” Pressing his
cheek to hers he whispers. “You won’t be able to keep any secrets
from me. I see you… completely.” Reaching behind her, he wraps his
hand around her ponytail and pulls on it gently forcing her head
back. Moving his lips within a dangerous distance of hers, he holds
her there while he slides the elastic down to the bottom, pulling
it all the way out of her hair. She’s frozen, his aura projecting a
formidable weight that pins her where she stands, allowing him
complete control. Tangling his fingers through her hair and pulls
it forward, her curls falling around her ears and brushing the tops
of her shoulders. His smile is soft and sensual. “I like it better
this way.” Holy Shit that’s hot! After tucking the elastic into his
pocket, he brushes his thumb across her cheek, looking at her with
a searing intensity that confirms that he can see right through
her. There is no doubt it! Stepping aside, he opens the freezer and
grabs a few ice cubes, wraps them in a paper towel and holds them
to her swollen lip.

The screen door opens and their hostess,
Gillian, walks into the kitchen. She becomes concerned when she
see’s Olivia icing down her. “Oh no! What happened? Are you
ok?”

Ethan answers for her. “She’s fine.”

Olivia makes a face at him, annoyed that he
didn’t let her answer for herself. “I tripped. It’s nothing
serious. The embarrassing part is that I’m sober.”