A Shift in the Air by Patricia D. Eddy Page B

the weight of his hungry gaze. “When
you’re here, I can believe everything will be okay.”
    Liam wrapped both arms around her,
cupping her ass and tipping her slight weight against his body. “I
won’t let anything happen to ya, Caitlin. Promise me ya won’t run,
and I’ll stay. I’ll give ya everything ya want and more.
Please.”
    She answered him with a searing kiss,
and as their tongues danced and she sunk her hands into his silky
locks, she believed.
    The buttons on his shirt foiled her
still-frigid fingers. “Naked, now,” she demanded and clawed the
shirt up and over his head. His skin-tight undershirt drew an
appreciative mewl, and she undid his belt. Then he draped her on
the couch and tugged her knees so her ass slid down and she opened
to him.
    “ Soon.” He shoved his pants
down to his thighs, revealing a bright blue pair of briefs, much
too small to contain his erection and then bent to press a teasing
kiss to the lace that covered her. Caitlin whimpered, bucking her
hips against his mouth, and earned a pinch to her nipple. “I intend
to make this last, luv.” He tipped his face to hers, and the
churning colors of his eyes captured her in a storm she didn’t want
to escape. “Caitlin.”
    God, she loved how he said
her name. The drawn-out first syllable, the deep sigh on the n . A fresh wave of desire
tumbled her over the edge as he slipped a finger past the lace and
ground into the sensitive bundle of nerves that throbbed for him.
She writhed against the rough, well-worn fabric of the sofa and
panted, desperate, the low tones of her element mixing with the
grunts and growls and hums he made as he slid her panties down her
legs. He lapped at her essence, his tongue drawing patterns,
invading, demanding. Helpless against the onslaught of his searing
lips, his calloused fingers, the tickle of his hair against her
thighs, she set her element free, air cocooning them in a sensual
embrace.
    Time stretched out into an endless
path before her, Liam taking her from one high to the next, never
letting her rest as he kissed, bit, and pinched. When she reeled
from the overwhelming intensity, he paused, massaged the knots from
her legs or her shoulders, or feathered almost chaste kisses over
her cheeks. “Ye’re stunning when ya come, luv,” he whispered as he
nuzzled the hollow of her collarbone. “Like a tornado—wild and
unafraid.”
    Somehow—she couldn’t
remember how—they made it to the bed, and Caitlin stripped off
Liam’s briefs, freeing his erection for her hungry mouth. “My
turn,” she said with a grin and ran her tongue along his length. He
tasted of the sea, and she drank him in, kissing the span of a deep
scar on his ribs, which brought a chuckle as she found a ticklish
spot on her strong, sexy wolf. He groaned when she laid a trail of
kisses down the v of his abs, and he thrust his hips towards her as she scraped
her teeth against the tender skin of his inner thigh.
    “ Stop teasin’ me, Caitlin,”
he growled when she placed a gentle kiss on the tip of his cock, so
she took him deeper. She hollowed her cheeks, and a string of
passionate Gaelic flowed from his lips. Too soon, he flipped her
onto her back and caged her with his arms. “Enough.”
    Her pout drew a kiss, his lips
parting, his tongue sliding along hers. Fluttering breezes cooled
her overheated skin. Liam palmed her breast, flicking the hard
nipple with his thumb, his other hand between her thighs, two
fingers scissoring inside her, and her body threatened to come off
the bed with her release.
    A lingering kiss to her brow, a hand
in her hair, and a rustle of foil, and he nudged at her
entrance.
    “ Please,” she begged,
grabbing his ass to urge him deeper. When he finally, blessedly,
seated himself inside her—with her leg thrown over his hip, his
arms tight around her back—she focused on his eyes, seeing the
truth she’d thrown away all those years ago.
    Love.
    Each thrust speared her with more
force than the