"Come here, mo grá."
Smiling, she crossed the distance between us, her heels clicking on the hardwood until she threw herself into my embrace.
"Have I told you today how much I love you?"
"I believe you have," she replied, "but I suppose I could stand to hear it again."
"Is breá liom tú níos mó ná mo shaol féin," I crooned in her ear.
Clutching my lapels and rising on her toes, she shivered delicately. "You know how much it turns me on when you speak Irish in my ear."
Running my hands down past her hair, I gripped her ass and squeezed. "Later, when everyone has left, and it's just the two of us . . ." I ran my tongue along the shell of her ear. "I'll give you so many orgasms you'll have trouble walking, álainn."
She shuddered out a breath and looked up at me from beneath her lashes. "Promise?"
I rested my lips behind her ear, nibbling on her sweet-smelling skin. "I'm not just going to make love to you. I'm going to fuck you"—I pressed my hips to hers so she felt the way my cock strained for her—"hard and repeatedly."
Responding with a whimper, she sucked in a breath and cupped my bulge. "Now you've gotten me wet and desperate to have you when guests are due to arrive any minute."
"Let them wait." Dipping my head, I molded my lips to hers, taking her face in my hands and plunging my tongue in her mouth. The kiss continued beyond dizziness, beyond her gasp and groan, and long past the point of decency. I didn't stop, tilting her head and sucking her upper lip into my mouth to toy with it. I wanted to kiss her forever, to devour her and pull her inside myself. Possession reared up, but I shoved it down forcefully. She was mine as I was hers, and I knew without a shadow of a doubt nobody could take her from me. We'd set our plans to travel to Ireland over the Christmas holiday and renew our vows in front of my extended family.
Though she pulled me closer, Kinsley angled her head away to breathe. "Lord, you're so good at that."
Hopefully, she’d describe the half smirk I gave her as sexy. "I want you more today than yesterday, but less than tomorrow."
"Save the pretty words for our vows."
"I have plenty of words for you. Teaghlach gach rud; is tú mo gach rud."
"I understood the word everything," Kinsley said with a smile. "And family?"
"You're getting better."
"Not as good as you, I fear."
"I grew up spending a lot of time in Ireland with Grandfather when I was a boy. He shaped my language development."
She kissed me softly. "I wish I could have known him."
"He would have loved you, but he would've had a blast with Finn. When I think back on it, he was the only family member to show me affection."
"It would have done you good to continue growing up with him instead of your parents."
I kissed her nose. "Yes, but he passed away when I was five, sadly."
We looked over at a discreet knock on the door frame.
"The first guests are here," Noah announced. "Mr. and Mrs. Jonah Carmichael, Misses Ava and Alyssa Carmichael, and Mr. Jayden Carmichael."
"Thanks, Noah." Facing the doorway, I slipped my hand into Kinsley's. "Please show them in."
The Carmichael family came into the room, the girls in jewel-toned party dresses with sashes at the waist, and Heather Carmichael in a cream cashmere dress. Jonah walked toward his hosts with his arms open, his brother not far behind.
"Where is the little prince?" Jonah asked in his jovial voice.
"Upstairs napping," Kinsley replied as he hugged her.
"He should be up at any moment." I accepted the hug and slap on the back from Jonah. I'd grown accustomed to the older man's friendly exuberance.
