Free Luck of the Irish by Sara Humphreys

his touch. She tangled her fingers in his hair, still damp from the shower. She watched as he moved lower, placing kisses on her belly before finally stopping at the edge of her yoga pants.
    He dropped to his knees at the end of the bed and grasped her hips pulling her a bit closer to edge. Maggie was shaking and her flesh felt like it was on fire or alive, as though it was separate from herself. It had to be. How could plain, old Maggie O’Malley feel this wickedly decadent? She bent her knees and settled her heels on the edge of the mattress, and Declan grinned at her from between her legs while hooking his thumbs beneath the edge of the thin, black fabric.
    “Lay still for me, Maggie.” He peeled the fabric from her sensitive flesh and as each inch of skin was revealed Declan sprinkled more kisses. “So lovely,” he murmured. “Like porcelain or the finest china. Delicate and perfect.”
    Tight with anticipation and simmering with need Maggie propped herself up on her elbows and grasped the thick comforter in her sweaty hands as Declan laid her bare before him.
    Exposed. Vulnerable. Desired.
    He made her feel all of that and more. Somewhere in the back of her mind that little voice warned her. Don’t let your heart get involved. He’s leaving and never coming back. Take this for what it is. One night of hot sex with a magical man—nothing more.
    Declan tossed the leggings aside and ran both hands along her thighs before latching his arms around her hips and anchoring her to the bed. She whimpered when he pressed a hot kiss along the quivering flesh that lead to her heated center. Her heart pounded against her ribcage, and her skin glistened with a thin sheen of sweat as she waited for what was surely to come next.
    “Now, lass, I have to see if ya taste as sweet as ya smell.” Declan’s silvery gaze glinted at her as he gently blew over her slick, swollen folds. Maggie was so tight, so ready for his touch that she shivered with pleasure when the subtle shift in the air brushed over her clit. “That’s it. I want to see ya when I give ya pleasure, and I want to hear my name on your lips when you come.”
    Maggie let out a cry of pure ecstasy when Declan’s hot, wet mouth covered her, and his tongue rasped over her in one tortuously slow pass. She held his gaze as he lapped at the tiny nub working her into a frenzy and driving her to orgasm with incredible speed. It was intensely erotic to look him in the eye while they were being this intimate, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. Maggie had never felt more connected with anyone in her life.
    Another wave of pleasure fired through her when he slipped his tongue inside her before once again flicking her clit in quick strokes. Her back arched as she tumbled closer and closer to the edge of the abyss.
    This couldn’t end yet. It was too good, too sweet to come to an end. She wanted the two of them to linger in the delicious haze of pleasure all night.
    “Wait,” she said between huffing breaths. Maggie tangled her fingers in his hair again and urged him to stop. “Not yet. I want you inside me. Please, Declan.”
    “Your wish is my command,” he growled.
    Maggie smiled as he climbed on the bed and settled himself between her legs before kissing her deeply. He slipped one arm beneath her back and cradled her face with his other hand. She thought he would take her right then, but he didn’t. Instead, he moved with lighting fast speed and flipped over so that she was straddling him.
    She let out a shriek and laughed as her hands settled on the firm muscles of his chest which rippled beneath her fingers as though in invitation. Declan’s strong hands grasped her hips and held her to him. The thick heat of his cock pressed along the slick seam of her sex. Maggie braced herself on his shoulders and rocked her hips in one slow stroke while holding his heavily, lidded gaze. Declan shuddered as she rubbed her pussy over him in almost painfully slow