Page 101 of Midnight Mooring

“You love it,” he murmured, brushing his mouth over mine.

“I do.” I panted with anticipation. I’d been on the very edge of teasing him again when our eyes locked. And instead, sincerity spilled from my lips. “You’re the best sex of my life. I’ll never want anyone the way I want you.”

His eyebrows rose. “Baby …”

“Now you can eat me for breakfast.”

He grinned but refused to let the moment go. “I’ll never want anyone the way I want you either.”

Seconds later he proved it by making me come multiple times with his mouth before he slid inside me. We made slow, lazy, delicious love to each other. I’d never felt closer to another human being in my life. It was as terrifying as it was exhilarating. But I was leaning into the exhilarating part because I wanted to feel that way for the rest of my life. With him.

It was only after we showered again and Forde mentioned collecting my cart of pottery and throws from Donal’s cabin cruiser that my suspicions from last night came rushing back in a flood.

I didn’t want to ruin our morning, but as I pulled on a long-sleeve sweater and untucked my hair from it, I let out a sigh of frustration.

Forde buttoned up his jeans. “What is it?”

“You … you need to know that I think Donal’s engine was deliberately tampered with.”

“How?” he barked instantly, hands flying to his hips.

“Well … when we tried to use the radio on the cruiser … we discovered it had been cut. A clean cut.”

“Sabotaged?”

I nodded.

Forde’s features tightened with mounting fury. “Caoimhe?”

I nodded wearily, so sick of the drama. “She overheard us in the Lantern and knew I was going to Kiln. She’s a mechanic who knows how to tamper with engines.”

“I’m going to kill her.” Forde snatched up his shirt and marched out of the room.

Adrenaline had me chasing after him, almost skidding on my stairs to keep up. I grabbed his biceps before he reached my front door.

“Don’t try to stop me.”

“Fuck.” I darted in front of him, plastering my body against the door to block his exit. “Take a minute and think. We have no actual proof she did this, Forde. It’s not like Greig where I had receipts. This is just supposition. And if we push it, we might start to look like the ones who have something against her when there is no evidence to prove she had anything to do with this.”

“So … what? We let her get away with it?”

“We stay vigilant. Someone like her eventually slips up. But we’re only going to give her what she wants—attention—if we go after her publicly.”

Forde considered me and I waited, hoping I’d gotten through to him.

He yanked on his shirt with jerky, agitated movements and then blustered, “How the fuck did you become the logical one?”

I smiled, slumping against the door. “Maybe we’re rubbing off on each other every time we rub off on each other.”

Forde groaned, his lips twitching. “Don’t distract me with sex.”

“Nope, can’t promise not to do that.” Pushing off the door, I went to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. Like I knew he would, he drew me against him. “We keep living our lives, we keep loving each other, and one day all this drama will be just a distant memory.”

Hesitant at first, he finally nodded in agreement. “I love you.”

The words came easier every time I said them. “I love you too.”

44. Forde