Free His Wicked Celtic Kiss by Karyn Gerrard Page B

moaned. His cock was still painfully hard. He reached for his shirt, tossed it over his shoulder, and walked down the hall. The bathroom door remained closed. He stepped into his bedroom and tossed the shirt on the floor. He picked up his suitcase and reached in for a new one. Pulling it on, he left it unbuttoned. He was this close from kicking in the bathroom door, throwing her over his shoulder as casually as he had his shirt, tossing her on the bed and rogering her quite thoroughly. He had performed his so-called wicked Celtic kiss on a few women. Never had he enjoyed it so much. He almost came himself when she’d cried out—hell, screamed more like.
    He sat on the edge of the bed and winced as his still-hard prick protested at the position. Her embarrassment had surprised him, but then she’d also admitted she had never had oral sex before or an orgasm with a partner. Just what inept men had she been with? Well, as tempted as he was, he wasn’t going to overwhelm her to bring this seduction to a satisfactory conclusion.
    The door opened to the bathroom. Julie stood in the doorway, looking at him sitting on the edge of the bed. Hanging onto the doorframe for support, she appeared tremulous and a little unsteady. Vulnerable.
    He stood and walked toward her, his lust suddenly overwhelmed by such a wave of tenderness that it amazed him. He cupped her cheeks gently and his thumbs stroked her flushed cheeks. Lorcan loved holding her face like this. He leaned toward her and kissed her, his lips barely touching hers. The kiss was enough to re-ignite the spark. Those gorgeous eyes of hers were filled with moisture. He felt a lump form in his throat. “Have I hurt you, Julie? Or shamed you? I’d cut my own throat if I thought I’d upset you.”
    A single tear curled down her cheek, his thumb gently swiped it away. She smiled. “No, I’ve just never experienced anything close to that. No man ever took the time to give me such pleasure. Guess they couldn’t be bothered.”
    Lorcan angled her head for a more thorough kiss. She surprised him by throwing her arms around his neck and pressing herself against him, those little whimpers of hers hardening him even more. He’d been right. Under the vulnerability and self-doubt lay a passionate woman. The mix enticed him, a damned startling surprise. He broke the kiss and stepped back, lowering his hands to her arms. “No more of that, Julie. As long as we’re seeing each other, I’ll not have you tear yourself down. You follow?”
    She reached inside his open shirt and caressed his chest.
God,
her touch
. “I’m done. Will never think or mention it again, I promise.” She looked up at him coyly. “We’re seeing each other?”
    Lorcan clasped her hand and led her to the kitchen. “I told you on our dinner date we were, didn’t you believe me?” He looked back at her. “You
do
believe me?”
    She lowered her head for a moment, but then raised it, looking at him square in the eyes. The vulnerability had disappeared and the courageous Julie had returned. “I do believe you. I want us to see each other, Lorcan.”
    He was damned pleased, more than he thought he would be. Lorcan led her into the kitchen, then piled food on the paper plates and heated them in the microwave. They moved back to the living room. “Tell me, Julie. Have you had much sex or am I embarrassing you again?”
    Julie chewed thoughtfully. “I’ll answer the question if you do.”
    Lorcan laughed. Aye, he did like her, a lot. He liked her enough that he would not make any further physical demands on her tonight, even though he was still aroused. Maybe this sex talk was not a good idea. “All right, darlin’. I haven’t had as much as you think. Since I was in the army for years, there wasn’t a lot of opportunity for a shag. If you want a running count, I really don’t know. Two dozen, maybe. Your turn.”
    Lorcan took a forkful of beans and rice. He knew the exact number, thirty-nine. It seemed