Her breath felt moist and warm when he withdrew and looked at her. Her hand crept to his mouth; fingers touched his lips, her eyes wide. It was too much for him. He wanted to be gentle and not frighten her, but it was not to be. His mouth descended again, and this time, he took hers, took possession in an unmistakable way. It was more than a kiss; it was a claiming.
His tongue danced along the seam of her mouth and she opened for him. She tasted faintly of chocolate and breath mints as her tongue tentatively met his. Maeve tried to turn toward him and he relaxed his grip enough to let her. Soon her hand was in his hair, pulling him closer. Her breasts brushed against his chest and he moaned into her mouth. When he let her come up for air, she wiggled again as though trying to get more comfortable.
“Have you somethin’ in your pocket, O’Malley?” she asked with another wiggle.
“Not exactly,” he replied with another groan.
“Is that what I think it is?” she gasped.
“I don’t know, lass. What do you think it is?” he chuckled.
“It feels pretty hard…and big,” she continued, ignoring his question.
“Aye.”
“And you’re going to put that inside me once we’re married?” she whispered, her fingers tracing his ear gently.
“I am, love,” he answered honestly and actually heard her gulp.
“Will it hurt? I’ve heard it hurts.”
“Only the first time; after that you might get sore occasionally, but no more pain,” he assured her. “Don’t worry so. I’ll make you want me to do it.”
Maeve snorted in disbelief, so he pulled her closer and kissed her again until she melted in his arms.
“So you’ll only hurt me the first time, and, of course, when you spank me,” she accused, pushing him away when she came up for air. She seemed relieved when he gave her a bit of space.
“Aye, apart from that first time, but the other is under your control.”
“In what way?”
“Behave yourself and be a proper wife and you won’t have to worry about it. Get a bee in your bonnet or turn into a sassy shrew, and you’ll pay for it over my knees. It’s truly as simple as that,” he stated matter of fact. “I’ll make you happy, darlin’, in every way I know how,” he promised.
“Maybe we should try it out, for size I mean,” she suggested giving another wiggle, clearly trying to judge the size of his manhood.
“That’s somethin’ we won’t be doin’,” he laughed, swatting her bottom and setting her back in her seat. “I’ve waited a long time for you, and I won’t spoil you until I have the right to do so.”
“You make me sound like a piece of meat that’s about to turn,” she huffed, crossing her arms.
Sean laughed. “You’re more like a sweet treat with a bit of spice thrown in,” he teased. “So, what’s your judgment? Am I worth it?”
“I’m not sure. You don’t slobber like Kelly Rourke,” she offered with a grin.
Sean growled and put the car in gear.
“And you do have a certain way about you, to be sure,” she continued thoughtfully, “but I’m still of a mind to experiment a little more.”
“With whom?” he demanded clenching his jaw.
“With you, of course,” she admitted laughing. “We should go somewhere private and see what happens.”
“If and when I take you somewhere private, you enticin’ little brat, you can be sure I’ll be attendin’ to the other end of you and givin’ you the lickin’ you deserve,” he replied sweetly. “Now are we goin’ to the movies or am I lookin’ for somewhere appropriate to take care of business?”
“The movies,” she said quickly. “Stop at my house. I need to tell Ma. She’s not speakin’ to me, but she can still hear.”
* * *
They watchedLove Storyand Maeve sobbed her heart out while he held her. She was still crying when they got to the car.
