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his fingertips along her hairline, from her
forehead to her ear. Eileen shivered with desire. She wanted to turn to him,
capture his mouth with kisses, strip off her jeans and his slacks, and make
love to him on the wide leather seat.
    “I’m here now. But wanting, having, and keeping are
three different fish.”
    He cupped her cheek in his palm, splaying his fingers
into her hair while his thumb outlined her lips. With his other hand, he cupped
her breast, his thumb flicking the nipple.
    She gasped, instantly wet as her body remembered the
lesson he’d taught her during their morning together. Her nipple beaded into a
tight, aching bud.
    He flicked his thumb against it twice more, than pinched
it lightly. She moaned, arching into his touch.
    “I see the wanting,” he whispered huskily. “And you can
be having as soon as you give the word. Let the keeping take care of itself.”
    She opened her mouth, letting his thumb glide over her
lower lip. Eagerly, she sucked on it, sweeping his thumb with her tongue.
    Dermot’s breath hitched, then he whispered, “Say the word, Eileen.”
      “What word?”
    “Yes.”
    Dimly, the shreds of her common sense struggled to be
heard through the sensual haze of his hands caressing her body.
    “And what question would I be answering ‘yes’ to?”
    “Stay with me tonight and be my lover.”
    She let out her breath on a shaky sigh. “Yes.”
    He also released a shaky breath, then moved so that he was kneeling on the carpeting in front of her, his hands
braced at her hips.
    “Let me love you, Eileen. Now.”
    “Yes,” she whispered again.
    Slowly, he unsnapped her jeans and slid down the zipper.
He reached inside the waistband of her panties, skimming her stomach with his
thumbs, then caressed her hips, and finally shoved his hands inside the panties
to cup her ass.
    Eileen moaned softly. His hands on her body felt so
right, as if this was where she’d always belonged, and just hadn’t known until
now.
    Dermot kneaded and caressed her ass, lifting her from
the seat so that she sat on his hands. As he rocked her gently, his hands
slowly worked further under her panties, until she was balanced on his wrists,
then his forearms. His fingers stroked between her legs, light teasing brushes
that started at her ass cheeks and gradually approached her aching heat.
    His fingertips dipped into her slick folds, and she
moaned again, flexing her hips. He circled his fingers at the edge of her
vagina and she lifted her hips again, urging him to press further inside.
    “Like that?” he asked.
    “Yes. Oh, yes,” she answered. That seemed the only thing
she could answer him.
    In response, he stroked her clitoris with his thumb.
Eileen grabbed the leather seat with both hands and lifted her hips, tilting
them to allow him greater access.
    Dermot pulled her jeans and panties down to her ankles.
Holding her by the hips, he scooted her to the very edge of the seat, then nudged her knees as far apart as they would go.
    “Lean back,” he told her.
    “Yes.” Her breathless answer had become almost
inaudible. She leaned her head back and cradled her neck on the buttery smooth
leather, tilting her hips to expose her sex to his sight and touch.
    Dermot rested his hands on her thighs, pressing lightly to keep them spread, and used his thumbs to delve between her
slick folds. When he brushed her swollen clitoris, she moaned and thrust toward
him.
    He dipped his thumbs in the wellspring of liquid pooling
within her, making her shudder and moan again. Then he slid his wet thumbs over
and around the tight bud until she thought she’d go insane.
    “Yes. Yes. Yes,” she chanted, not knowing what she was
agreeing to now, only that he made her feel so good that she never wanted him
to stop.
    And then his thumbs were replaced by his tongue. Eileen
gasped. He swept a wet caress around her sensitive bud, and then surrounded it
with his mouth.
    “Oh,” she moaned. “Yes.”
    She plunged her fingers