Free Luck of the Irish by Sara Humphreys Page A

passes.
    “Are ya tryin’ to kill me, Maggie?” Declan bit the words out and his fingers dug deeper into her hips. “Are ya wantin’ to see a grown man beg?”
    “No.” She shook her head and lifted her hips, hovering above him so that the tip of his engorged shaft brushed her hot entrance. She licked her lower lip and fought to catch her breath. “No begging and no more waiting. I think we’ve both waited long enough.”
    Before the last word escaped her lips on a hiss, Maggie sank onto his shaft and buried him deep inside her. Then she began to move. Holding his gaze she rotated her hips grinding herself against him, heightening his pleasure and her own. Each pass put delicious pressure on her clit and had her chasing the orgasm that started from the moment she met him.
    Pure, white-hot pleasure seared Maggie’s body. She threw her arms over her head, closed her eyes, and surrendered to everything. As the orgasm coiled deep in her core Declan sat up, wrapped one arm around her waist, and held her to him before flipping her over onto her back once again.
    “I have to get deeper, Maggie,” he growled. “I want all of ya, lass. Every bit.”
    Maggie nodded and moaned when he started to pump. Slowly at first as though savoring every single whisper of flesh rushing against flesh, but it didn’t take long for the clawing need of lust to take them both over once again.
    He lifted her knee as he drove into her, fucking her hard and fast, and Maggie held on for dear life. Opening her legs as far as they would go she scratched her fingernails down his back and shouted his name as her orgasm erupted. Her muscles seized, and in one final thrust Declan called to her as his own pleasure took him over the edge.
    Declan collapsed on top of her but did not allow all of his weight to crush her, and braced his elbows on either side of her head. Weak and completely sated Maggie laid beneath him enjoying the feel of his sweaty flesh melded against her own, and listened to the combined sound of the two of them as they struggled to steady their breathing.
    “That,” Maggie huffed against his shoulder, “... was... awesome.”
    “I’d thank ya,” Declan murmured into the curve of her neck, “... but I think that’d be rude.”
    In spite of the intensely intimate situation, Maggie giggled and once she started she couldn’t stop. Before she knew it the two of them were laughing almost to the point of tears, until they were breathless once again.
    Declan rolled off her and pulled her naked, sweaty body into his arms, and as the comforting pull of sleep drifted over her Maggie finally believed in the luck of the Irish.

Chapter Seven
    T he sun streamed into the room and Maggie blinked against it as she woke from the best sleep of her life. Declan’s warm, nude body was curled up behind her and they were snuggled beneath the covers as though they’d done it a thousand times. His big arm was draped over her, and his leg was curled over hers as though claiming her once and for all.
    But he wasn’t, was he? Maggie squeezed her eyes shut and fought the sting of tears. How stupid to get upset over this she scolded herself silently. She knew he was never going to stay and yesterday he made it clear he didn’t want her to come. Then why did she feel so shitty?
    “Mornin’, Miss Maggie.” Declan’s deep voice rumbled behind her and he pressed a kiss to her ear. “I can honestly tell ya that was the nicest evenin’ I’ve had in centuries.”
    “Very funny.” She elbowed him. “I haven’t been in a mirrored prison, but I feel the same way.”
    “Ya can cook and are a vixen in the bed.” Declan pressed another kiss to her cheek and whispered, “Is there anything ya can’t do, Ms. O’Malley?”
    Silence hung between them for three beats of her heart.
    “Babies,” she said quietly. “I can’t have children.”
    “Can ya not?” Declan played with a long strand of her hair in a painfully sweet, soothing gesture. “Do