Free She Likes It Irish by Sophia Ryan Page A

hadn’t planned to suck her breasts in the middle of the fucking movie but they were right there, her nipples hard and practically begging him to take them. When he’d started unbuttoning her shirt and she didn’t stop him, he couldn’t stop himself. He would have them or die. The taste of her nipples in his mouth almost sent him over the edge. He had been ready to take her right there when the lights came up. Now, he was this close to saying to hell with the schedule.
    He drew in a deep breath, trying to get control restored to his system so he wouldn’t act out of pure emotion, pure lust. He’d never felt this discombobulated before. Not with a woman. What spell had this American woman cast on him? In such a short time, he already saw her as his. His heart did somersaults when he realized he didn’t want it to end. He stopped and pulled her in for another kiss. He couldn’t seem to get enough of her mouth. With her, he felt right. It felt easy. Fun. And really good.
    “Next time, we’ll get there early so we can get a seat where we can see the screen,” he said.
    “Oh, I don’t know,” she said, “I thought we had the best seat in the place.”
    It pleased him that she meant their back-row love making. “You liked it, huh?”
    She nodded.
    “What was your favorite part?”
    “Chris Hemsworth.”
    She chuckled at the look of surprise and disgust that he was sure had materialized on his face at her answer.
    “Hemsworth? He’s what does it for ya, huh?”
    She grinned at him. “As a matter of fact—”
    “No, don’t even say it. You’ll pay for that nasty remark.”
    “Oh, will I, now?” she said, mimicking his accent. “And just who will be collecting from me? You, Sean Patrick O’Neill?”
    “Glad to see you got the name right, love.”
    He took a step toward her, and she retreated. He took another, and the fire in her eyes sent him chasing her across the crusty grass, her laughing the whole way. She zigged, he zagged. He rushed, she swerved. Rounding a light pole, she grabbed hold of it and swung back around and into him where he easily caught her. Giggling at their fun, she taunted him. Kissed him. Teased him.
    “Now that you got me, what are you going to do with me?”
    Lightning fast, he bent and lifted her up and across his shoulder, his hand on her ass, and headed for the duck pond. The icy-cold and slimy duck pond.
    She shrieked in mock terror. “Sean! What are you doing?”
    “You’ve been a bad girl, and bad girls must be punished.” He delivered a playful slap to her backside, hoping the action sent a wave of vibrating pleasure to her crotch. Thinking about it sent one through his dick.
    Laughing, she kicked her legs and pounded his back with her hands. “No! Sean! Don’t you dare!” For her struggles, he gave her another enticing slap and stopped at the edge of the water.
    “Have you learned your lesson or do I toss you in?”
    “I think you need to take me home and give me a proper spanking.”
    Laughing, he set her down in front of him, slowly, so their bodies rubbed against each other on the slide down. “You’re bad, Kristin DeMarco,” he whispered, “and my only temptation these days.”
    She wrapped her arms around his hips and pulled him against her, rubbing slowly against his dick, which was standing at attention in his boxers. She was soft against his hard and she clutched him as if she wanted to crawl inside his skin.
    “I’m not bad,” she said just above a whisper. “I’m just a woman who is so filled with passion for you that she’ll do anything to have you.”
    Her words, the way she looked at him, her eyes soft and deep, her lips parted, her breathing labored, touched him and reminded him of their first conversation about the kind of woman he wanted. His breath caught in his throat and he couldn’t speak.
    “Got a problem with that?” she asked, a bit of an attitude coloring the words.
    Shifting his hands to her ass, he cupped both cheeks and