Page 82 of The Irish Goodbye

“Ideas about what we should do post summer,” Cordelia said, arching her back. He slid down so that his face was at her stomach, kissing her hip and then the crease of her thigh, sinking low so that his nose grazed her sex. She was already wet, and it took all of Niall’s focus not to take her right then and there.

He couldn’t help flicking out his tongue to taste her briefly, though, and she gave that little coo of pleasure he’d grown to love so much.

“I don’t want to stop seeing you,” he murmured into her thigh.

“I don’t want to stop seeing you eith—ohhh,” she said because those words were all the encouragement he needed. Niall’s tongue ran up the length of her pussy, sucking at her and making little circles as he drew nearer to her opening. Cordelia’s legs spread wide and she gasped as he slipped a finger in, tracing the lines inside her, probing a little deeper each time. Fuck, she made him so hard, all her little moans, the sweet taste of her, the way her ass clenched when he hit a certain spot. He gripped it now, plunging his mouth into her, groaning against her clit, and she cried out and clutched his hair. He could feel her tighten, feel her wetness growing, and he stopped and moved back to kissing her inner thigh, his hands still cupping her ass, tilting her this way and that.

“Please,” she moaned. “I want you inside me.”

“Not yet,” he growled, feeling her go like putty in his hands, moving back to take her other breast in his mouth, so pert and perfect, sucking at her nipple until he felt her fingernails rake over his back, and she bit him hard on the shoulder. “Hey!” he said, coming up to kiss her. “That hurt.”

“You … are … killing me,” Cordelia panted. Niall slid his hand down to finger her clit again. It was so swollen, so tender, and she gasped and clutched at him, her hips coming to buck against his hardness.

“You still want to be with me,” he said, needing to make sure that in this one sense at least they were on the same page. “Even after the summer’s over?”

“Yes,” she moaned, rubbing against him, her fingers scrabbling at the base of his tee and tugging it up. Niall paused to yank it over his head and then he was back, her nipples grazing his chest, his lips on hers, his hands slipping beneath her to grab her ass again and press her against his hardness. “I want to be with you no matter what,” she said. “No matter where, or how. I don’t care. I love you, Niall.”

As soon as she said it, he felt her freeze up. He pulled back and looked at her, her sweet delicate features pulled together in fear, her wide careful eyes.

“I love you too,” he said, and she melted against him. Niall could wait no longer. This wasn’t how he had planned for this to go, but it was so much better than he could have ever hoped. He loved Cordelia and she loved him. He needed to show her that.

He couldn’t wait to take his jeans off, just unbuttoned them and slid his cock out. He hooked an arm around her, turning her on her side and hiking the fabric of her dress up and out of the way. Thank god he’d picked this hidden spot. But maybe he’d known he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from taking her on this, their cliff.

Her ass pressed against him and he grunted, sliding his hand between her thighs again. She moaned and lifted her leg and when Niall entered her, they both gasped. He slipped into her like they’d been made for each other, getting so utterly, blissfully fucking deep. He made lazy circles over her clit with one hand while he fucked her, his cock growing with each pump, his other hand moving to grip her breast.

“Harder,” she moaned and he gladly obliged, sinking further into her warm wetness, feeling her muscles contracting around him, stroking his cock with their own tiny shudders. He yanked the collar of her dress down and sucked on her shoulder as he worked her, and her hand moved to grab his ass, pulling him closer, deeper, lifting her thigh so he could angle to that spot inside her and as he stroked her clit with sure quick movements, he felt it coming, felt the gathering within, tight and wet and ready. And he was ready too, his cock about to burst, and he pumped faster, unable to stop, unable to focus on anything but the slippery bead between his fingers and the velvet-softness around his cock. She was incredible, she was everything, and he loved her, he loved her more purely and deeply than he’d ever loved anyone before, and he whispered it in her ear over and over as they climaxed together, both of them crying out in unison. Cordelia made a wild shriek and he felt it against his cock, against his fingers, against his chest, felt her break free and shudder as she came over and over, and he spent himself inside her.

They lay together, panting, their bodies slick with sweat. Niall didn’t know if he’d ever be able to move again. His heart was pounding against her back and she trembled in his arms. She lifted his hand that was still pressed against her sex, took it to her mouth, and kissed his fingers.

“I love you,” she said quietly.

“I love you,” he whispered back.

They lay together, the warm August air caressing their skin.

“What do we do?” she said. “I mean, how do we …”

“Don’t rightly know. We could get married, I s’pose.” As soon as he said it she stiffened. “Sorry, I didn’t—”

“Are you serious?” she asked, twisting in his arms so that their noses were almost touching. Niall hadn’t really been thinking when he’d said it, but now he was, and while the idea seemed crazy, it was also … appealing. Like the answer he’d been looking for but just couldn’t see.

“I mean … yes?” he said. “I know it’s nuts but … we could. Then I could come back to New York with you.”

She blinked. “You want to come to New York with me?”

He chuckled. “Did you not hear me say I don’t want to stop seeing you?”

“Yes, but I thought …” She frowned. “I thought you would want us to stay in Ireland. If you wanted us at all.”

Niall leaned in to kiss her. “You are daft sometimes, you know that? What would I be staying in Ireland for? You’ve got a whole life in New York. I thought maybe you’d not mind if I was part of it.”

“Mind?” Cordelia said, sitting up so fast it was alarming. “Niall, are you serious?”

“You’ve got to stop asking me that,” Niall said, laughing and slipping his jeans back up over his hips before propping himself up on his elbow.

“But … but what would you do in New York?”

“I don’t know. Find a job. I’ve heard there are a fair few restaurants and pubs out there, you know.” He leaned down to kiss the top of her knee. “Cordelia, I want to be a part of your life. I don’t want to be anywhere you’re not.”