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me,” she purred. 
    A low groan escaped my throat before I pulled us both down in the long grass. I settled her across my thighs, so she was straddling my waist and took to assaulting her neck with my tongue. 
    “First I want to peel this tank top off you and see your creamy tits in this sexy lingerie. I know you wore it just for me.” I grinned and snapped the lacy black strap of her bra. 
    She shifted in my palms, her core grinding directly over my thick cock. Fuck, she drove me crazy. I wanted to strip her, fuck her senseless, then come all over her sweet cunt and rub it in until the only thing she smelled was me on her. 
    “Then I want to pull this skirt down your legs and bury my head between your fuckable thighs. I want to taste you until you’re screaming my name and coming all over my tongue.” 
    “Liam…” she said huskily as her hips moved back and forth across my body. 
    “I want to hear you call my name every night. I want to hear those little fluttery moans fall past your lips when I get you off in the morning, and again before work, and then after a long shift at night. I want to make you so fucking happy, you forget everyone's name but mine.” 
    I held her chin and attached my lips to her neck, sucking and pulling at the flesh as she sighed and rocked quicker. I trailed my tongue down her throat and sucked at the hollow before pressing my thumb between her legs. 
    My cock strained behind my zipper as I rotated my thumb at her clit, way too much fucking fabric between us for my liking. Little pants fell past her lips, and I covered her mouth with mine, determined not to waste another of those precious gasps. I wanted to soak myself in her and leave her so drunk at my hands she couldn’t think straight enough to tell me to get lost. Her thighs shook around my hips before I felt the orgasm rock her body, her teeth clamping into my shoulder as she rode the waves of pleasure. 
    Watching Charlie come was so captivating that I nearly forgot my name. Charlie brought out feelings in me I’d never had before—the instinct to nurture, protect, and love her as though it was the only thing that mattered in life. 
    “I want your heart, Charlie, and once I’ve got it, I won’t ever give it back.” I kissed her lips. “And you won’t want me to.” 
    She moaned into my mouth, a smile pulling at her lips before she broke our kiss. “Maybe you should be upgraded to the Irish charmer.”
    “That’s a welcome improvement, but I kind of like the way Irish bastard rolls off those sassy lips of yours.”
    She broke into a giggle, her fingers still trailing in the neatly trimmed hair at the base of my neck. I loved seeing her like this, so happy and carefree. I wanted her to always smile, no more of her days filled with sadness or pain. I wanted her to always feel sunshine on her face and the beauty that was life. My beautiful Charlie. My girl…  
    “You’re a dangerous man, Liam… what’s your last name?”
    Her question shocked me, and I instantly thought I needed to lie. Was there a chance she’d heard of my family name? All the way in America, it was doubtful. 
    “Fitzpatrick.” I opted for honesty. I owed it to her.
    “Mm, a strong Irish name. You’re probably descended from the royal kings and queens of Ireland,” she teased. 
    “There isn’t actual royal families left where I come from. It’s now a bunch of politicians who are the great-great-grandsons of some Duke or Earl that still cling to their lineage like it actually means something.”
    “I know. Still fun to think about.”
    “Not really. A bunch of old stodgy white men making the rules. Nothing fun there.”
    “You know a lot about it.” She tapped my lips with a delicate fingertip.
    I caught it between my teeth, sucking on her digit and imbibing her scent into my very being.
     “History is big in Ireland. Believe me, I know much more than I’d like.”
    “Whatever you say.” 
    She kissed me again until we