Intractable Souls : Book 1 of the Bound for Ireland Series

by Tricia Daniels

  Leaning into the nape of her neck, he nibbles and kisses his way towards her shoulder. “About your talent.”

  “Was that good?” She asks, trying not to smile. Every nerve ending on her body is pulsing with energy and his steely erection, that’s still poking against her thigh is a distraction. “Are we even now?”

  He smirks against her skin and lifts his head. “Hell no, I’m not done with you yet.” Grabbing the bottom of her blouse, he tugs it roughly over her head, and tosses it to the floor. She arches her back when he runs his hands over the delicate lace of her bra. Her breasts are so sensitive that she’s sure he could coax her to orgasm just with the touch of his hands. She purrs with pleasure between breaths when he slides his hands under the lace and rolls her nipples with his fingers, making them hard.

  Lifting his T-shirt over his head, he tosses it on the floor, and presses his bare chest against her, kissing her neck and throat with a building passion. His hands slide around her waist and then swiftly rid her of her leggings, stripping them down to her ankles in one movement. His bestial desire, unleashed when he gets a look at her matching black lace panties.

  “You are so beautiful.” Holding her hips, he rubs his erection against her as he lowers his lips to her breasts and sucks on them, alternating between nipples and making her clench. Sliding his hand between her legs, he rubs her firmly on the outside of the lace, teasing her, making her squirm before he pushes them to the side with expert precision and glides his fingers across the swollen folds of her slick sex.

  “Ethan.” She moans his name against his skin.

  “You’re so wet for me already.” He’s pleased with the way she responds to him.

  “I was wet the minute you brushed past me in the doorway.”

  Her admission expedites his need to be inside her. He bends slightly, tucking his arm behind her knees and lifts her into his arms and carries her, with little effort, to the stairs.

  Panic-stricken she grabs at the railing, stopping him in his tracks. “What are you doing?”

  Ethan stops abruptly and looks at her perturbed. “I’m taking you upstairs for a good fucking.”

  She shakes her head. “NO, not in the bedroom. I… can’t.“

  Alarmed by the fear on her face, he concedes with moderate protest. “You’re killing me.” He growls. Placing her down gently on top of the table, he reaches behind her to unlatch her bra. As it releases, the straps slide forward and he guides them with his fingers, completely removing it and tossing it aside. Lowering his lips to her nipple, he teases it back to a hard peak with his tongue, taking it into his mouth and sucking with a hunger that makes the muscles in her lower region tighten in anticipation. His hands skim over her hips and skillfully rid her of her panties, discarding them on the floor with the rest of their clothes.

  Pushing her knees apart, he forces her to spread open for him. He can’t wait to sink into that beautiful smooth, clean-shaven pussy. Wrapping one arm around each leg, he grabs her and lifts her hips slightly off the surface, pulling her forward so she’s right at the edge of the table and giving himself full unrestricted access to her. Rubbing his hands along her thighs and in between her legs, he watches the expressions of pleasure on her face. Holding his cock against her swollen lips, he rubs it back and forth lubricating himself with her excitement.

  Unable to hold back any longer, he aligns himself with her entrance and moves his hands back to her hips, holding them firmly as he pushes the first rock hard inch of it into her. In this position, he can see the expressions on her face and realizes when she winces that she is not yet used to his size and it makes his desire burn hotter. Rubbing her clit with the pad of his thumb, he backs out and then pushes in further this time.

  She feels herself stretch around him, trying to absorb his length and when she thinks that he has finally hit the end of her, he gives it one last hard thrust, making her cry out. Ethan controls his pace, withdrawing slowly and then meeting the thrust of her hips on his way back in. She’s tight around him and it feels so good when she squeezes his cock as he threatens to withdraw.

  She wants to touch him desperately but her position prevents it. She tries to lift her hips to meet his forward strokes but with her legs against her chest she can’t get any traction or support. She’s trapped there unable to move until she finally finds her voice. “Ethan.”

  He looks up at her curiously. “Yes, baby?”

  “Can we move to the couch? I’m not comfortable here.”

  He lets her straighten her legs, helps her to sit up, and then lifts her again. Her arms wrap around his neck to support her as he moves her quickly to the couch. As he lays her down he crawls over top of her, his biceps flexing as he supports himself. He is a magnificent specimen of well-honed muscle and she reaches for him, touching him everywhere that she can. As he lowers himself down on top of her, it feels like heaven to be against his bare chest.

  His dick softens slightly with the disruption and she reaches down and takes him in her hand giving it a few firm strokes. The narrow cushions on the couch feel too restrictive when he kneels between her legs. Leaning forward, he trails his lips across her body. His silver chain skims across her chest and the feeling of it dragging against her sensitive breasts enthralls her. He begins kissing her along her chin and then moves to her mouth. When he runs the tip of his tongue sensually across her lips it sets her on fire and she moans. His chest falls heavy with short breaths and in a very brave move he attempts to kiss her on the lips. With ninja like swiftness, she pushes her hands against his chest and turns her head to stop him.

  “FUCK!” He’s angry and her heart thumps hard against the inside of her chest with the hard tone of his disapproval. Clenching his jaw, he presses his lips in a firm angry line, and lifts her off the couch. Lowering her to the floor, he gives himself plenty of room to maneuver. Spurred on by frustration he grabs her wrists and pins them over her head, holding them down so she can’t move them. Moving between her legs he uses his knee and roughly forces her legs further apart. Instantly his cock reaches its’ full potential and in a selfish attempt to meet his need he slams into her hard. She gasps at the fullness. In a punishing rhythm he continues tirelessly, every thrust driving them both closer to the finish line. Her breasts jiggle and rub against the bare skin of his chest and he occasionally lowers his mouth and nips at them, making her jump. Having her hands restricted over her head catapults her lust into overdrive and she writhes beneath him in pleasure, moving her body to meet his thrusts. This is exactly what she needed.

  Perspiration dampens her skin as the feelings build inside her, with the pulsing waves of pleasure growing in intensity. She’s almost ready to explode when she becomes completely still and stops moving beneath him. Ethan senses the change, a tension slowly creeping in, and he knows that he’s losing her. The muscles in her leg stiffen and once again it’s gone, her pleasure stolen from her. Releasing her wrists, he stops thrusting, his cock still pulsing and twitching inside her in protest. Pulling back, he rests on his forearms so he can see her face.

  “Hey.” He says softly.

  She’s non-responsive, lost in her subconscious, where something shadowy has grabbed hold of her, pulling her away. Still panting, he brushes the hair off of her forehead and stares at her, his face only a few inches away. “Olivia, look at me.”

  His voice is little more than a whisper but it echoes through her soul like a lifeline pulling her back from the edge of darkness. Her hands grab onto him, her fingers digging into his flesh, holding on as if her life depended on it. When she opens her eyes to look at him she knows that he has sensed what has just happened to her. “Stay with me.” He whispers.

  She nods her head and takes a deep, slow breath in through her nose. When she exhales she syncs her breathing with the rise and fall of his chest. Holding his face in her hands, she maintains eye contact. The love she sees in those green Irish eyes heals her, saves her and keeps the darkness from coming back for her. She pushes her hi
ps against him, moving him further inside her and encouraging him to continue. He follows her lead, moving slowly at first and then growing stronger with his desire. She runs her hands through his hair, pulling at it as she rolls her hips.

  His breathing becomes labored and his movements become precise, each forward stroke orchestrated to rub against the over stimulated nerves inside her. She opens herself to him, giving him all of her, straining to take him all in. Her hands slide down his muscular back and clutch his ass, feeling it flex as he pistons into her. “Ethan!” Arching her back, she’s consumed by wave after wave of glorious pleasure.

  Ethan lowers his head to her throat and breathes hot and humid against her as he continues to thrust into her with a slower rhythm. “We’re safe now, right?”

  “Yes, we’re safe.” She pants.

  He pushes himself into her one last time, rolling his hips and groaning as his abs tighten and his body shakes, filling her with a hot rush of semen that seems endless.

  Only when her body stops twitching and she relaxes beneath him does he pull out and collapse against her body. Rolling off her, to relieve her of the weight of his body, he slides his arm under her head and pulls her against him, tucking her into the safety of his chest. They lay there forever, reeling and waiting for their breathing to return to normal. Olivia anchors herself around him, holding on tight and not wanting to let go.

  Ethan is concerned about her, now that he knows what drags her away from him in those moments. The monster in her dreams recently identified as her Ex, Sam. He holds her close, wrapping one arm completely around her waist while smoothing her hair and holding her head against his chest with the other. “You ok?” He asks in a tender Irish whisper, his breath warm in her hair as he presses a kiss to the top of her head.

  She nods her head enthusiastically. Everything is ok when she’s in his arms. After drawing in a deep breath, she lets it out slowly and makes the strangest purring sound. “What kind of cologne are you wearing?”

  “Dolce & Gabbana, The One Sport. Why? Do you like it?”

  “I love it. It smells like the ocean.” She pauses and brushes her lips along his neck, taking another appreciative breath. “Funny, because last night I dreamed that you and I were at the ocean.” She whispers, nuzzling under his chin and caressing her hands across his chest and down over the hard slab of muscular abs.

  Ethan tenses all over and then holds his breath. Again? This is not the first dream that they’ve both shared. Why is this happening? How is it possible?

  “Ethan?”

  “Yes?”

  “Is everything ok?” Something’s not right. Every muscle in his body goes taut all of a sudden.

  “Yes.” Don’t say anything. Don’t say a damn word. The girl will think you’re off your nut. “It sounds like a lovely dream.”

  “It was.” There was no sex in that dream. Just love. Pure emotion. She sighs against his chest. “Do you have to leave?” She wants to feel that way again and she can’t stand the thought of being away from him, not even for a moment.

  “Yes. I’m afraid so. John can’t be there so I have to go.” He doesn’t want to leave either but he has no other choice tonight. Not with John out of commission.

  “But neither of you were there on Tuesday night.” She holds her breath for a moment waiting for his reaction.

  His jaw clenches as anger flashes through him. “You were there on Tuesday?” Sitting up, he collects their discarded clothing with the long reach of his arm.

  “Yes.”

  “Alone?” It bothers him to ask when he already knows the answer. Maybe subconsciously he needs to know if she will tell him the truth. Passing her stuff to her, he watches her reaction and wonders if she’ll lie.

  “No.” The red hue that colors his face and the ticking nerve on his temple indicates that he already knows the truth. “I was there with Noah.”

  Feeling flustered, he gets to his feet and heads into the kitchen to retrieve his pants. She leans back and watches him go, understanding why Diana couldn’t take her eyes off him. His perfectly rounded Gluteus Maximus, supported by strong muscular thighs is an impeccably powerful conformation. When he turns she doesn’t even pretend to be ashamed of being caught admiring the package between his legs that she often craves. He walks towards the small first floor washroom so he can clean up before re-dressing and leaves the door open so they can still talk. His tone gets a little surly when he asks the question that he really doesn’t want to know the answer to. “On a date?”

  Olivia can sense his irascibility all the way across the room. “No, not really. He just wanted to have dinner there one last time before you re-open it as ‘Irelands’. We used to hang out there all the time. I guess you can say that we were there for sentimental reasons.” She finds a camisole and a pair of sweat pants in the basket of laundry on the floor and dresses quickly.

  Ethan comes out of the bathroom and finds her still sitting in the middle of the floor. Holding his hand out, he helps her to her feet. She can tell that he’s desperately trying to stay calm, but his body seems tense now, his expression hardened; evidence of his inner turmoil.

  “Do you have an agreement with Noah?” He tries to hide his anxiety.

  “No!” His jealousy niggles at her, giving her a warm jittery feeling with the realization that this incredible man really does have such deep feelings for her that he feels possessive.

  He brushes her hair away from her face. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you. He wants to fuck you.“

  “WHAT? No he doesn’t.” That will never happen, she’s certain of it now.

  “I know that look. I get it every time I think about you.” He pulls her into his arms. “I can’t stand the thought of him being anywhere near you.” Still basking from their recent intimacy, he wants to be close to her but he feels tense, agitated. “Tell me that there is no reason for me to feel jealous of that wanker.”

  She sighs against his chest. “Ethan, there is no need for you to feel jealous of Noah. He and I are only friends.” Odd that he should be jealous, since he’s the one that has girls falling all over him wherever he goes.

  Ethan wants to believe her, but he’s haunted by these feelings of possessiveness. “Do you have arrangements with other men that I should know about?” Stop it, you’re going to fuck things up.

  She frowns at him. “Nope, just you. But since you started this conversation…” This is the perfect time to get things out in the open. She hesitates, and then pulls back so she can see his eyes. “Do you… are you and Hannah…”

  Ethan is appalled and halts her questioning immediately.

  “Absolutely not.” Then it dawns on him. “There’s nothing going on between me and that slapper.” John’s instincts were right about Hannah.

  “Liv, did Hannah say something? Is that why you’ve been upset the past few days?”

  Licking at her dry lips, she nods in embarrassment. Ethan lets out a harsh breath as he grasps her arms at the elbow and forces her to step back so he can see her face. His voice is raspy and angry. “There is nothing going on between her and I. You should have just asked me. Jesus, woman!”

  She doesn’t answer, just stares at him. Looking into her eyes, he tries to determine if what he sees there are feelings for him that she’s trying to hide or his own feelings reflected back at him. It makes his heart ache. Looking to the ceiling, he utters a silent prayer and then pulls her back in against his chest, holding her so tightly it’s difficult to breathe.

  When its time for him to leave, she follows him to the door and leans against the stair rail. Putting his foot on the edge of the step to tie his laces, he notices her rub a spot on her elbow. He reaches for her and she winces from the pain as he lifts her arm gently so he can see to her wound. Closing her eyes, she lets out a long sigh as he lowers his lips to kiss the graze caused by the rug. In a very loving, nurturing way, he continues kissing his way up her forearm and across the back of her hand giving each knuckle a tender playful
kiss.

  When he stops, she opens her eyes and meets his gaze to find him frowning at her, his forehead wrinkled with his disapproval. He tucks her hair behind her ear and in the same sweeping motion runs his thumb across her cheek. Giving him a coy smile, she turns her face slightly so that her cheek rests across the palm of his hand. She pauses there for what seems like an eternity in heaven when he finally breaks the silence. “You wouldn’t get these boo boos if you would let me take you upstairs to make love to you.” He wraps his arms around her again, knowing that it’s a touchy subject for her.

  “I can’t.” She whispers into his ear, shaking her head. “I just can’t.”

  “Ok, baby. I know.” Gently rubbing his hands up and down her sides he attempts to soothe the tension that he just felt creep through her body. Lowering his lips to the top of her head, he dwells there for some time. Not pushing. Not demanding.

  “Promise me that one day you’ll tell me what happened.”

  She shakes her head. “I don’t want to. You’ll treat me differently once you know.”

  He’s perturbed by the hurt look on her face. “That’s not true. Why would you think that?”

  She shrugs. “Everybody treats me different when they find out.”

  “That’s ridiculous. Nothing you could tell me would change the way I feel about you or the way I treat you. So promise me… one day, when you’re ready, you’ll tell me.”

  She wants to believe him. His sincerity seems genuine and she feels herself surrounded by his safety. No matter how hard she tries to fight it, she feels like he’s somehow imprinted on her soul, almost as if he was her guardian in a past life. Well now, that’s just silly. The warmth of his green eyes soothes her and she lets out a slow gently sigh. “One day.” She agrees.

  Chapter 16

  Saturday morning, Olivia putters around the house, catching up on chores and finally getting around to putting away the basket of laundry that’s been sitting on the living room floor. As she comes back down the stairs she slows her steps, looking around the room. Everything reminds her of Ethan. The counter where he stood while she knelt in front of him and rocked his world; the table; the couch; the carpet! She gets turned on just thinking about it, but confusing feelings quickly throw her off balance. Plopping herself heavily into the chair, she lifts her knees to her chest, her heels resting on the edge of the cushion, and stares at the blanket and pillows that she has stacked on the arm of the couch, ready for this evenings use.