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“Thank you,” I say, bending to pick up the clothing she’d left on the floor.
Maya cleared her throat as I stood back up and blinked at me before her gaze dropped and roamed across my chest and down my body. Smirking in amusement at her open perusal, I asked, “Are you okay,milseán?”
Her tongue peaked out and swiped across her lips. I held back a small curse at the sight. She blinked again before lifting her eyes to mine. “Umm, what?” she queried a little hoarsely.
“Are you okay?”
“Oh, yeah. I’m good,” she nods at me decisively.
Deciding to let her off for now, I smiled, “Okay,let me get dressed and I’ll come out and help you clean up.”
“Oh, don’t worry, it’s all done. I was coming to see if you wanted something to eat before going to bed.”
I did, but it wasn’t food I was after, and I knew she wasn’t ready for that yet.
“I’m good,a stór,” I assured her.
“Okay, well, I’ve changed the sheets on the bed if you want to crash. I’m just going to have a shower,” Maya rambled slightly, a pink blush highlighting her cheeks before turning and hurrying back down the passage toward the kitchen and lounge.
Smirking at her embarrassed cuteness, I go back into the bathroom and pull on the pair of trackie pants but leave the shirt off.
Walking across the hall into Maya’s bedroom, the first thing I notice is that it’s the smaller of the two bedrooms, then next thing was that it held only a small double bed covered in a light blue duvet cover with matching pillows; it would be a tight fit, but I found that I was looking forward to sleeping close to her.
White curtains billowed slightly as a light breeze drifted through the room from the openwindows. Tiredness washed over me, dropping into the bed I was asleep as my head hit the pillow, my nose filled with the scent of the woman that had me tied in knots.
CHAPTER 9
MAYA
My cheeks on fire, I hightailed it back to the lounge, leaving a smirking Johnny in the bathroom. I hadn’t meant to listen, but once I’d realised what he was doing, I’d not been able to move from the door and then he’d called my name. My feet hadn’t wanted to move; it was a heady feeling knowing that he wanted me that much.
I don’t think I’d ever had anyone want me enough to call out my name like Johnny just had, and I wasn’t even part of the festivities. Imagining what it would be like to be his sole focus had me squirming slightly, my breaths coming in little pants as I rubbed my thighs together to ease the sudden ache that had gathered there.
I’d been pulled from my daydream of letting himdo what he wanted to me when he’d opened the bathroom door and found me waiting in the passage.
Taking a deep breath, I filled a glass with cold water and downed it before holding the glass to my flushed cheeks, trying in vain to cool them down. Once I had myself under control, I locked up and walked back down the passage to the bathroom. Peeking into my bedroom on my way past, I stopped in the doorway, entranced by the man who was fast asleep, taking up most of my bed. Barefoot, in trackie bottoms, lying on his stomach with the O’Shea tattoo I’d noticed earlier taking up most of his back. I’d not asked about it but assumed it was much like the tattoos that the brothers in the MC wore with pride. It was gorgeous, though, and colourful. It was a grinning skull wearing a green top hat with a purple band. The O’Shea lettering was in green to match the hat. There were four-leaf clovers and purple roses running underneath it.
Leaving him to sleep, I got my shorty pyjamas out of my chest of drawers and went to have a quick shower before I crawled slowly into bed next to him, only to let out a small puff of air in surprise as Johnny wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me into him curling his bodyaround mine. Another little crack appeared and peeled away from my heart with the way he was holding me like I was precious, and he was never letting me go, content I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, surprised at how easy it was to trust him and have him in my bed.
As usual, my bladder woke me up right on time at five-thirty, but that was the only familiar thing about this morning. For a start, I was sweating buckets and couldn’t move with the way I was pinned to the bed with an arm like a steel trap encircling my waist and a leg thrown over my hips.
Taking a deep breath, I lifted Johnny’s arm, freezing when he grumbled, rubbing his face against my pillow. When I was certain he was asleep again, I eased out from under his arm until one hand was on the floor. It reminded me of how I used to ninja crawl out of Jackson’s room when he was little. I snorted a little laugh, but finally I was out from under him and lying on the lovely cool floor.
‘God, that feels amazing,’I think, pushing my hair away from my face. I wasn’t going to be able to ignore my bladder much longer, so I stand up from the floor and tiptoe my way out of my bedroom to the bathroom. Once I’ve done whatI need to do, I go to the kitchen to put on coffee. Usually, Sundays are breakfast days at the café. Cutting up some fruit into a bowl for the kiddos–they’ll have that and some yoghurt before we leave for the café.
Once the coffee’s ready, I make two mugs and take them back to the bedroom with me. Johnny is still fast asleep on his stomach, arms wrapped around my pillow. Setting the mugs on the bedside table, I sit on the side of the bed and run my hand gently over his shoulders and then into his hair. He wakes slowly and blinks sleepily at me over his shoulder before rolling over and onto his back with a smile.
“Morning,a ghrá.”
“Morning, I made you some coffee.”
Lifting his hand, he cups the nape of my neck, pulling me gently towards him, pressing a soft kiss to my lips, murmuring, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” I murmured back as I go to sit up, only to find myself being drawn back down towards him, his mouth parted with a growl as he licked along the seam of my lips, demanding entry, opening for him. I sighed softly as our tongues twined hungrily. I found myself being shifted until I lay fully on him, one hand onmy arse pressing me to him. My legs naturally falling open until I was straddling him, pressing down on his hardness and rocking slightly. Gasping in surprise as he gripped my hips tightly and rolled, taking me with him until he was resting on his arm hovering above me.
Wrapping my arms around him and my legs around his waist, I pulled him tighter against me. Tilting my hips and rocking against his hardness. His mouth parted from mine to lave slow, hot, wet kisses down my neck to the top of my breasts, pushing the straps of my summer pyjamas down until I was bare to his gaze.
A deep groan rumbled from him at the sight of my bare breasts, “Fucking gorgeous,moghrá.” Then the hot wetness of his mouth engulfed me as he sucked hard on my nipple until it was a delicious hard point before giving my other breast the same attention. Whimpering low in my throat, I rocked my hips against him, begging for more.