"You're the most beautiful pregnant woman I've ever seen."
"You're required to say that."
"That I am, but I can say without a doubt that it's true." Emotions stormed into his eyes, turning them almost black. "They're moving."
"Have been since this morning. I think they caught on to the excitement of the wedding." She placed her hands over his and met his gaze. "I love you."
"I know." Lifting a hand, he started to puck the pins from her hair. "I want to see it spread over the pillows. I want to make love to you until we're both exhausted." His hand dipped lower and had her head drifting back on his chest.
"Starting now. I want my hands all over you and when I'm finished, I'll start all over with my mouth."
"Stop talking and do it."
"We have all night." He watched her in the mirror as he dipped lower, fingers sliding over her sensitive flesh and making her quiver. "I want to drive you as crazy as you've been driving me since I first laid eyes on me. I want you to need me half as much as I need you."
"I need you." Desperation coated her voice. "Please."
"Not yet." His fingers slipped into the warmth of her. She erupted instantly, crying out his name.
Swinging her into his arms, he took her to bed.
Chapter 14
Kiara had been to Ireland several times before. Twice when she was doing research for a novel and a few times after she had gotten involved with Oscar. But never for long periods. And each time had been an adventure.
Kinsale was the most beautiful place she had ever visited as she had mentioned to Padric and Maeve. The picturesque coastal town in County Cork was situated in the south of Ireland and was popularly known for its rich tapestry of history, colorful streets and close proximity to the sea.
The natural deep water harbor with its collection of fishing boats and sailing yachts was a delight to the eyes. It was surrounded by rolling countryside, beaches and rugged coastal scenery. The streets were narrow, the houses a kaleidoscope of colors.
The pub that had started the O'Sullivan's very lucrative business was smack in the middle of the quaint town and was woven into the rich history of the place.
O'Sullivan's was a staple, blending into the historical charms of the place. It had maintained its rugged structure over the years, with patrons walking in for the rich and ripe atmosphere. Thefood was excellent and the atmosphere one of conviviality and cheer.
It was not unusual for someone to get up and start singing an Irish ballad. As soon as you step in you notice the warm welcome and rich character. The hum of conversation, gentle laughter and the smell of stout, wood polish and turf fire were the first thing one notices immediately.
The dark wooden floors were polished to a dull sheen, the long bar worn smooth by decades of use.
They had barely settled inside the charming spread of house situated on a slight rise and offering a stunning view of the coastal town, before they were shipped off to the pub and greeted with cheers and welcome. News had spread of the nuptials of course and by the time they arrived, a celebration was in full swing.
A few local musicians were situated in a corner of the room, playing fiddle, tin whistle and bodhran. The music did nothing to stop the flow of conversation and laughter, nor the exaggerated stories embellished by the rich Irish accent.
Kiara was treated like one of the locals, despite her obvious American accent and welcomed into the 'family'. It amusedand fascinated her to hear her husband fall seamlessly into the traditional language, his Irish lilt even more pronounced.
She was also proud and moved by how loved and respected the family was. It was not because they were wealthy or how influential they were. She recognized real caring; the attention paid to each and every patron and how close the family were to the villagers.
Padric had a knack of knowing each of them by name and Maeve's tendency of chatting with the local ladies, asking after the family.
She also realized that an Irish pub wasn't just a place to drink, it's the social heart of the community where history, humor and hospitality came together in a relaxed and timeless atmosphere. It humbled and warmed her at the same time.
"You're thinking too much."
She was so deep in thought, she didn't hear her husband come up behind her.
Leaning back, she sighed when his arms wrapped possessively around her thick waist. "I love it here. I was thinking of basing a story within these walls."
She found herself smiling at the easy camaraderie, the way strangers quickly became friends over shared stories and laughter. The walls, adorned with vintage photographs and old Gaelic signs, seemed to echo decades of joy and sorrow, making her feel as though she had stepped into a living tapestry of tradition and memory.
"I'm sure the owners would not mind that one bit." He nuzzled her ear and felt the familiar stirring of desire when she purred her satisfaction. "As long as you get the history right."
