His only one. He’d dreamed of her countless times, stretched out on a bed in a softly lit room, her ginger hair bright against the white pillowcase.He’d found her. Dear God in heaven, he’d found her.
“Is something wrong?”
“Oh, no. Something’s very right.” He dragged in a breath. “So right it scares me.” He began stripping off his clothes. No wonder she’d looked familiar when he’d first seen her in Hannigan’s.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“Not a ghost. An angel.”
“I’m no angel.”
“You look like one to me.” Had the fairies been at work here? He kept his attention on Sara’s luminous, sensual body as if she might evaporate before his eyes.
He’d accepted so many amazing events today as true, but this… making love to someone right out of his dreams….
Was he so knackered that he was hallucinating? Had he been dreaming this entire day?
No.No, by God. He’d made it to Wagon Train. He’d learned his mother’s fate. He’d discovered his half-brother.
And in this surreal moment, he was hard as a shillelagh, aching for the woman gazing at him, a smile on her kiss-reddened lips.
“That’s what I’m talking about.” She grabbed the condom from the bedside table and tossed it to him.
He made a one-handed catch without breaking eye contact. Ripping open the package, he suited up while keeping her in sight. Clearly he’d watchedLadyhawketoo many times with Granny.
As he approached the bed, she opened her arms. “So serious, my sweet Irishman.”
Her voice… even that was familiar. But climbing into bed with her was not. He’d never made love to the woman of his dreams.
If he was imagining this moment, then he’d wake up any second now. He moved between her silken thighs, the brush of her soft skin making him shiver with longing.
Poised at the entrance to paradise, he leaned down and kissed her gently. “I want you so much I’m shaking.”
“I’m shaking, too.” She stroked his chest and flattened her palm over his beating heart. “It’s going so fast.”
Lifting his head, he looked into her shamrock green eyes. “I keep thinking you’ll disappear.”
“I won’t.” Her eyes darkened and she wrapped her arms around him. “Make love to me, Kieran.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He plunged into her warm, welcoming body with the certainty that she would change his life.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Sara hadn’t been prepared, not prepared at all, for a surge of pleasure so strong she cried out.
Kieran went completely still. “Did I hurt you, lass?”
“No! That was a cry of pure joy.”
“Pure joy, is it, then?” He held her gaze and a slow smile curved his sexy mouth. “That’s good news.” Easing back, he pushed forward again. “Still good?”
“Uh-huh.” A quiver in her lady parts promised fun times ahead. “I think you got this party started.”
“Then let’s keep it going.” He began an easy rhythm.
Simple. And oh, so effective. His eyes were a mesmerizing blue as he continued the most intimate caress of all. Nothing fancy. And yet… he slowly, almost without effort, was turning her inside out.
The finale, when it came, was swift. One minute she was gliding along on a wave of pleasant sensation and the next she was flung over Niagara Falls, yelling and holding on for dear life.
