ONE LAST CHANCE
Deirdre Murphy has had her life planned for her since she was born: Work in her parents’ noisy pub in rural Ireland. Live with her family until she marries. Marry her childhood sweetheart ASAP, since he’s decided sexy fun time should wait for marriage. None of it excites her. But before her fate closes in, Deirdre’s got one last visit to her Chicago cousins—where she can spend her mornings in a peaceful bakery, keep to herself, and savor the space she needs…. Until she meets Tommy O’Malley.
Tommy is as tough as his city and twice as ready to welcome her in. He’s covered in tattoos, stays up half the night inking them on other people, and has a reputation for being good with his hands. And he’s heart-pounding, forgot-her-words, can’t-stop-staring exciting.
Tommy knows he’s the opposite of everything Deirdre has prepared for. But to watch her set herself free, he’s willing to risk almost anything…
They got to his bedroom, and for the first time in forever, he was at a loss for what to do. Luckily, Deirdre had no such doubt.
She stepped close and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I haven’t changed my mind about this. I’m not scared. I’m nervous, yes, but that’s natural, isn’t it? Before you got your first tattoo, weren’t you nervous?
“Shit. I hope you won’t be in that kind of pain.”
She smiled again. “I wasn’t talking about pain. I was referring to the anticipation. Fear of the unknown. And then it happens and it’s never as bad as you created it to be in your mind.”
“Really, you’re not helping. Now I’m thinking you’ve decided this is going to suck and you’ll be back to regretting it.”
She rolled her eyes, but then leaned in to kiss him.
Worry and doubt flew out the window because, when he was with Deirdre, everything was right. His hands naturally went to her waist and inched up her shirt. When he reached her bra, he felt lace. He pulled away with a grin. “I think I’m feeling sexy underwear.”
She blushed in that way she always did. “I thought you deserved some perk for putting up with me.”
“No complaints here.” He lifted her shirt over her head and stared at her lacy pink bra. It was so pale, it nearly matched her skin. He kissed his way down her body and unsnapped her jeans to see if the panties matched.
As he slid the jeans down, he sighed at the matching set. He was fine with whatever a woman wore because it never stayed on long, but that she’d done this specifically for him meant something. He stripped down to his underwear and pulled her toward the bed.
She slapped her forehead. “I forgot the condoms.”
“I’m prepared. But we don’t need one just yet. Relax.” He pushed her back on the mattress and lowered himself over her. He resumed kissing every inch of her milky, soft skin. Rubbing his nose along the crotch of her panties, he inhaled deeply. Her arousal was evident and he didn’t bother to wait.
He slid her panties off and licked her. Two more swipes of his tongue and her hips were rocking.
“Tommy.” She was breathless.
“Let me make you come.” Taking her lack of response as permission to continue, he did. He licked and sucked until she was moaning and her taste flooded his mouth.
While she came down from her first—but he hoped not last—orgasm for the night, he rolled on a condom. He settled between her legs and rubbed against her, his cock so hard it begged for friction.
Her eyes reopened slowly.
“Good?” he asked.
He reached under her and unclasped her bra. She helped by shimmying out of it so he had access to her breasts. He sucked her into his mouth and continued to rock against her without entering. When her breath quickened again, he asked, “Ready?”
“Yes, please,” she answered with a nod.
He slid into her slowly, a fraction of an inch at a time. Braced on his forearms to keep most of his weight off her, he struggled to maintain control when every nerve and muscle screamed at him to plunge deep.
Then Deirdre took control and thrust her hips up to take him. The shock of being suddenly buried in her caused him to relax his arms and his weight came down on her.
Fuck. He was in trouble. How the hell was he supposed to make this last?
He propped up on his forearms again while her body accommodated him. Her eyes were wide and she looked pissed.
“I can’t have fucked it up. I’m just lying here.”
He coughed out a laugh. “I’m trying to control myself to make this last.” He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against hers. “You’re warm and tight, so fucking sexy right now. I want this to be good for you.”
He felt her shift beneath him and then she was holding his face. He reopened his eyes to look at her. It was almost painful to look into her bright and honest eyes.
“This is more than good for me. It’s perfect.”
In that moment, Tommy knew that falling in love with Deirdre wasn’t likely anymore. It had already happened.