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  He groans into my mouth when my fingertips caress the solid, rippled planes of his stomach, sliding his t-shirt upward. I gasp when one of his large hands skates up the back of my thigh and cups one side of my ass.

  His kiss turns rough, bruising the tender skin of my lips. It’s exactly what I want and need. He’s an itch under my skin that can’t be scratched. I need to fuck him out of there once and for all.

  I rake my nails along the waistband of his shorts and he tears his mouth from mine. He grips the bottom of my dress and yanks it over my head, sending it sailing over his shoulder.

  His chocolate gaze bathes me with heat. “Christ. You’re perfect, Georgie.”

  My turn now, I raise his t-shirt until it slips off and drop it to the kitchen floor. I unclasp my bra and let it fall, looking over every inch of his carved torso until I’m weak with longing.

  Eyes locking, our chests heave with accelerated breaths. Arms straight at our sides, our fists are clenched like we’re facing off for battle.

  And in a way we are. Except in this fight we’re both going to come out victorious and feeling more alive than ever.

  Who moves first, I can’t say. I only know that our mouths fuse together, and everything else fades away. Nothing has ever felt so right.

  He tears the strings connecting the sides of my panties and pulls them free while biting on my bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood. The sharp pain excites me like a direct link to my pussy. Need pulses between my legs and I can feel how wet and ready I am for him.

  He sucks the sting from my swollen lower lip, eliminating the ache with his hot tongue.

  I hook my thumbs into the sides of his shorts and boxers, pushing both down and he kicks them away. His cock is a hard, thick brand between us, and I feel like I might die if he’s not inside me soon.

  “Need you,” I moan against his mouth between kisses.

  He scoops me up and my legs wrap around his hips. Lost in a plethora of sensations, I’m dizzy. I can’t tell which direction he’s taking me. All I know is I’m not putting an end to what’s going on.

  My back meets the cold wall at the same time he guides the tip of his cock to my entrance. Hands cupping my ass in a bruising grip, he thrusts inside me with one hard stroke. Mouths parting, we both groan and then his hips start to move.

  Oh my God.

  Guiding me up and down his cock, he hits all the right places inside and out.

  “Oh fuck… Belfast.” I grab onto the longer strands of hair on the top of his head, threading my fingers through them as his mouth presses biting kisses along the delicate curve where my shoulder and neck meet.

  He raises his head, staring into my eyes, the motion of his hips never wavering. “Call me… Brennan,” he drags in a labored breath, “when you come.”

  I’ll call him whatever he wants. Sir. Master. God.

  I’ve never felt anything so incredible in my life.

  He lifts me and sets me on my feet. “Come here.” He moves us over a few feet until we’re facing the side view of the staircase. “Grab onto the balusters and don’t let go,” he grits out.

  A heated flush washes over me at his tone and I comply, fastening each hand around the smooth wood. His hand presses on the middle of my back.

  “Bend over and let me see that ass.”

  Leaning forward, I arch my back, and hot palms tortuously skim along my skin. My nerve endings jolt from his every touch, raising the fine hairs on my body.

  He caresses over the curves of my ass and then slaps one cheek. Leaning forward, his tongue licks the stinging skin, continuing up along my spine in a sinuous journey and a shiver rockets through me. Fingers sink into the skin on my hips as his cock finally nudges my pussy.

  “Please,” I beg. “Fuck me, Belfast.”

  He grips me tighter, leaving finger marks on my hips. “I said, call me Brennan.” His cock sinks inside me, hitting so deep I forget to breathe. “Jesus, Georgia.” He rocks into me a few times, savoring the slower pace before he quickens his movements. Our bodies slap together savagely as he repeatedly slams every thick inch inside me.

  Fucking me powerfully and masterfully, he slides a hand over my hip, his fingers cruising down to rub my clit, and that’s the beginning of the end for me. I gasp out a long wailing, “yes,” as the pleasure coils between my legs. He draws a few more circles around and over my swollen flesh and my legs shake.

  Clutching my hair, he draws my head back, placing his lips against my ear. “Say it,” he husks.

  His fingers and cock continue their exquisite torture and ecstasy slams into me with the power of a freight train.

  “Brennan,” I moan as my body twitches and shakes through each wave of my orgasm.

  He whispers, “Georgia,” raggedly as I feel him reach his own release, cock pulsing and hips jerking through his final thrusts.

  He collapses on my back, his strong arms banding around me in a crushing embrace, as if he’s hesitant to let me go.

  And God knows, I don’t want him to. I want to stay locked up with him indefinitely.

  In a perfect world, he wouldn’t have to let me go.

  We’d be able to be honest with each other and state our feelings.

  We’d be able to do whatever we wanted, including being together as a couple.

  In a perfect world, he’d be the hero of this story, instead of the villain.

  But our world is far from perfect, and so are we.

  I push the dark thoughts away and focus on this moment. His sweaty chest against my back, his warm breaths on my neck, his strong arms embracing me. I feel safe and cherished and I can’t remember the last time I felt this way.

  I realize how rare both of those things are and wish it could continue. I wish I could capture this exact feeling forever.

  Belfast stands tall, slipping from inside me, but doesn’t release me. I let go of the balusters and straighten up. He presses a kiss under my ear before his arms loosen their hold, but only long enough to sweep me up into his arms.

  I let out a squeal of surprise and he chuckles. He carries me up the stairs and into his master bedroom. I barely have time to take in the understated decor before we’re in his en suite bathroom. Setting me on my feet, he turns on the shower.

  “After you, luv.” His hand on my back urges me under the farthest spray of hot water. He follows me inside, closing the glass door, and stands under the other shower head.

  “Oh my God,” I call out, reaching out toward his bruised skin. The area looks more colorful than earlier on the beach. “How are your ribs?”

  “They’re a little sore, but I’m fine, Georgie. Don’t worry about me.”

  My gaze climbs up to the wound below his jaw. It’s stitched neatly together and looks to be healing nicely.

  Closing my eyes, I let the water stream over my head and face. Belfast moves forward and begins to shampoo my hair. His fingers move in a circular pattern, massaging my scalp.

  “That feels amazing,” I groan.

  “Good.” After he’s done with my hair, I move under the spray once more and rinse the suds out. Belfast squirts shower gel into his palm and rubs his hands together. He starts at my shoulders and rubs the soap over my chest, teasing my nipples, before his hands slide down my stomach. One hand slips between my legs, spreading the soap bubbles, and the other dips deep between my ass cheeks. I gasp when his fingertip brushes against my puckered skin.

  “Relax, luv. Every inch of you is perfect.” He adds more soap to his hands and drops down in front of me. I almost do a double take because I can’t believe Belfast is kneeling before me.

  He soaps up each of my legs, his hands sensually running down the outside of my thighs before climbing back up the inside of them. His dark eyes gleam at me as his hands help rinse the soap from my skin.

  He cups my pussy, the heel of his hand pressing on my clit. Reflexively, I rock against the pressure, humming out my pleasure.

  Belfast grins wickedly and replaces his hand with his
mouth. My legs almost give out from the incredible sensation of his tongue flicking and circling my clit and the rasp of his beard against my tender skin.

  “Brennan.” His name falls from my lips in a desperate gasp. Clutching his head, I urge him on. He sucks my clit between his lips and tongue, tugging on the engorged nub, and my eyes fall closed.

  Slipping two fingers inside me, he hooks and pumps against my inner wall. The combined attention to my clit and his finger fucking have me unraveling in record time. I call out his name as I come, and he hums appreciatively. He licks up every bit of my orgasm, like he can’t get enough of my taste, before he rises to his feet.

  I’m limp like a noodle as he washes between my legs once more and then tends to himself.

  Shutting off the water, he wraps me in a fluffy, oversized, white towel, using a smaller one to carefully remove the moisture from my hair. He fastens a dry one around his hips and we both step out of the shower onto the tile floor.

  Catching hold of my hand, he leads me to the French door on the back wall of his bedroom. Guiding me onto the porch, he directs me to an oversized chaise lounge and we both settle onto the padded cushion. He wraps an arm around me, drawing me onto his chest.

  My eyes scan the porch, taking in the screens that stretch from the waist-high wall to the ceiling, keeping all the mosquitos out but not the gorgeous view of the sea.

  “This place is like your own little paradise. I love being here.”

  “Aye, now that you’re with me, it feels like home.”

  Raising my head, I look at him. “Really? Or are you being extra charming for me? You don’t need to. We already got naked.”

  “Georgie, I don’t need to lie to you of all people. You see me for who I really am.”

  “And I still got naked with you. Go figure.”

  He barks out a laugh. “Aye, you did, luv. And I’m looking forward to the rest of tonight.”

  My lips part as a smile forms. “I am too.”

  For some reason, I’m okay with letting my guard down with him and admitting how much I’m enjoying being here in his company. And he’s doing the same. Maybe it’s because we got naked in the literal sense.

  Whatever the reason, I’m glad we’ve reached this point. Fighting my attraction for him—no it’s more than attraction. I care about him, and he’s saved my life enough times for me to know he feels the same.

  I don’t know what the next few days will bring, but for now, I’m completely content in his arms.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Belfast

  We lie still, listening to the sound of the high tide crashing against the shore. My fingers comb through her hair, the strands softer than I imagined. This moment seems hazy around the edges, like a dream you want to remember every detail of but you’re too tired to.

  How can an irredeemable asshole like me be lucky enough to have her in my arms?

  How can I be so blessed to have been buried inside her only minutes ago? I’ve thought about her for so long but never let myself entertain the possibility of this happening.

  Georgia sighs, her warm breath fanning my chest. “It’s funny how the ocean can be so soothing. We have some powerful people trying to kill us and they can call up a small army at a moment's notice. We have no idea how far their reach extends, yet I haven’t felt this relaxed in forever.” She giggles.

  My lips twitch with a smile and I press a kiss to her forehead. “I feel the same. I’ve always loved coming here, but this time is different—it’s so much more. Maybe you’re what’s been missing all along.”

  She raises her head, resting her chin on my chest. “You think?” Her curious eyes stare into mine, looking for a glimpse of what I’m feeling.

  “Really, luv. I have no reason to lie to you. I’ve felt a connection with you since the first time I saw you. Like there was some invisible tether keeping you in my thoughts. I tried to ignore it and keep my distance, but here we are, thrown back together again.”

  “Maybe the universe is trying to tell us something.” Her lips softly curve.

  “This is a hell of a way to get our attention.” I grin.

  “I’m not sure we’d have listened if it had been a smaller sign. We’re both stubborn,” she reasons. “And if we hadn’t had to run for our lives, I probably would’ve returned to work instead of staying with you.”

  “I can’t say I regret getting to spend this time together, luv. I’ll take whatever moments we can have.”

  Her lips press tightly together in a frown at my reminder that this is only a temporary situation, a short reprieve from the real world and all the trouble that’s sure to find us sooner or later.

  And what will happen then?

  Will we be tortured?

  Killed?

  I won’t go down without a fight, and neither will Georgia.

  “Do you think they’ll figure out where we are soon?”

  “The car isn’t registered to me, and this house isn’t in my name, so it shouldn’t be easy for them to find us. But whoever this is obviously has unlimited resources at hand. That being said, I think for tonight we should focus on enjoying every second we have together and not worry about anything else.”

  “I like that idea. Let’s keep the rest of the world away from our slice of paradise.”

  “Exactly. It’s just you and me.” I lift her farther up my chest, my hand cupping the back of her neck, pulling her closer. Our lips connect in a kiss so tender, my chest feels weak, like my heart is a burning candle, the wax melting down the sides to pool at the bottom. By the time we part ways, there might not be much left of that organ. And until Georgia, I wasn’t sure I had a heart to begin with.

  When we separate, my palm cups her cheek and I drag my thumb along her bottom lip. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Georgia. Looking at you makes my chest ache in the best way. In a way I’ve never experienced before.” I shake my head, and I know my dark eyes are gleaming with the wonder I’m feeling. “You have the power to make me forget about everything else. I’m a selfish bastard, I’ll fucking take whatever you want to give me. And then I’ll take some more.”

  “Brennan, you can have whatever you want. And you don’t need to ask.”

  My arms wrap around her, removing any distance between us as I savor how well her body fits against mine.

  I crush her to me as if I can keep the oncoming battle we’ll soon be facing at bay. But there’s no way to hold back what’s inevitable. And as calm as I try to remain for her benefit, I have a feeling it’s not going to end well.

  Closing my eyes, I silently recite an Irish blessing my mum taught me, God between us and all harm.

  It’s ironic that I’m calling out to a God I’ve chosen to disregard for so long. If that makes me a hypocrite, I’m happy to be one in exchange for Georgia’s well-being.

  I’m not afraid to die, but I can’t stand the thought of anyone hurting her. She’s the only thing that’s good and pure in my world. Everything else is tarnished by my past deeds.

  Georgia lives her life selflessly, serving the greater good and basing all her decisions on doing what’s right.

  She never thinks of what could benefit her most.

  She’s always willing to put her life on the line for her job, all the while she thinks nothing of it.

  What would it be like to be unselfish like Georgia?

  I can’t imagine, because I’m the epitome of a selfish prick. I take what I want, when I want, without any thought beyond my own personal gain.

  The only time I’ve ever acted unselfishly was when I tried to keep my distance from her this past year. And now that our hand has been forced, and we’re together, I can’t regret the path we’ve had to travel. She’s the one shining light in the midst of all my madness.

  “What are you thinking about?” Her whisper cuts into my deep thoughts as she turns her face toward mine.

  “I can’t be sorry about our situation because it led me to this moment with you lying here in my arms
.” I’ve wanted her with an almost feral desperation for so long, and I denied myself the chance to contact her. I forced myself to keep my distance because she deserves better. She deserves the best man, and that will never be me.

  But now that I’ve had her—had my cock buried deep inside her—tasted her pussy, I won’t deny myself again. All bets are off as long as I’m alive. I’ll make sure no other man will slide inside her tight pussy. And if I don’t survive, then I guess it won’t matter.

  “Why are you scowling? she asks.

  Realizing she’s right, I relax the tension in my forehead. I’m not going to share my thoughts with Georgia. There’s no reason for me to unburden my worries by dumping them on her. “I was just thinking how the world would view us as enemies standing on opposing sides.” My fingertips absentmindedly skate up and down her spine. “But we don’t feel like enemies now.”

  “Who cares what other people think?” Her graceful shoulder raises in a half shrug.

  I grin. “Not me, darling.”

  Take it easy. I have to remind myself. I won’t allow myself to fall in love with her.

  There’s a good chance I won’t make it out of this alive, and she’ll need to move on with her life. Withholding any declaration of feelings will be my second, and possibly my last, unselfish act.

  “Get out of your head,” she teases. Her sweet voice is the perfect antidote, putting an end to my whirling thoughts.

  I flash her a fleeting grin. “My head is a scary place to be, luv.”

  “We all have dark parts we want to forget about.”

  “That’s the difference between you and me. All my parts are dark. You could lose yourself looking for a flicker of light that doesn’t exist.”

  “I don’t believe you. Your actions show otherwise. You could’ve left me to die on more than one occasion. If you didn’t care, you wouldn’t have saved me.”

  “Think what you want, luv. Maybe I just wanted to make sure I’d get to sample your fine cunt.”