“Aye,” he agreed, kissing her hair. “As though a few ugly clothes and tight lipped smiles could hide the fire in you. I’m surprised you managed to hang onto your temper so long, especially when my ma got after you.”
“I didn’t,” she sniffed. “I let the air out of her tires three times.”
Sean laughed and patted her flaming bottom.
“Such a naughty lass,” he scolded, shaking his head. “I hope the laws against a man spankin’ his wife are not harsh in America.”
“Sean,” she squealed, pushing away from him. “You got the job?”
“Aye, I was plannin’ on tellin’ you tonight, but I got distracted,” he grinned.
“Oh, that’s grand. When can we leave?” Relaxing onto his lap, she immediately squeezed him tight and lifted her bottom off his trousers. He pushed her back down.
“I like feelin’ your hot bottom against me,” he informed her, nipping her ear lobe. His heavy arm across her thighs kept her firmly in place while he tugged her hair, forcing her face up and claiming her lips in a searing kiss. She shivered on his lap, opening her mouth at his urging.
Kissing soon turned to petting, and without stopping to consider the consequences, Maeve pushed him away and pulled her sweater over her head.
“Lord, you’re fair.” Sean stroked the tops of her breasts spilling over the edge of her black lace bra. His fingers seemed huge and dark against her delicate skin. “I’m goin’ to have to taste you,” he pronounced, tracing a tiny blue vein under the surface. Flicking his fingers behind her, the bra fell away and he grew harder beneath her warm cheeks as she squirmed on his lap.
Lifting one breast, he moved his thick thumb across her nipple, savoring her gasp of surprise. Ever so slowly, he eased her back against his arm and lowered his head, licking her once, then again before he drew her tight bud into his mouth.
Maeve cried out, a jolt seemed to shoot through her and he saw her hand rise out of the corner of his eye. Expecting to soon have a ringing in his ear from her slap, he was shocked when her hand threaded through his dark hair and pulled his head closer as she arched in his hold.
“Oh, O’Malley, surely this is heaven,” she whispered as her head fell back in surrender.
“Aye, lass,” he groaned against her breast, “and the road to hell if we don’t stop.”
“Don’t you dare stop,” she pleaded, sighing in relief when he moved to her other breast.
“I should never have started this,” he gasped, clutching the cheek of her ass to pull her up and closer. “I knew you’d be passionate, but I never expected…”
Suckling wildly, Sean fought to regain some control.
“I only wanted to give you a small taste of what to expect as my bride,” he ground out in explanation between nibbling on one nipple then the other. “Entice you to…marry me…” he rasped out as she ground her bottom against him.
“You win,” she capitulated with a sigh. “This is glorious.”
Sean lifted his head and grinned. “There’s more,” he promised darkly as his hand moved to her splayed thighs. He watched her eyes widen as his hand slid up the length of silken skin and cupped her core. Carefully, he separated her lower lips, immensely satisfied to find her slippery. With little effort he located the key to her pleasure and circled it gently a few times before moving lower. As soon as his finger entered her the tiniest bit, she raised her hips for more and he obliged until he felt the barrier blocking his way. He couldn’t help himself and gavea small cry of satisfaction before withdrawing. Virgin or not, he would have married her, but it was nice to know he would be her first, in fact, her only lover as long as he lived.
“Sean, please,” she cried out, struggling to recapture his hand.
“Hush, love,” he whispered before kissing her firmly. “I’ll take care of you, but I can’t do that, not yet.”
“Why not? I’ve said I’ll marry you,” she pouted when he let her come up for air. “I want somethin’…you.”
“The night you become my bride, I’ll plant my cock so deep inside you, you won’t know where I begin nor where you end, do you understand? For tonight, you’ll have to settle for a little somethin’ else. Keep your legs right where they are, darlin’,” he ordered.
Ever so slowly, he stroked and plucked her button until she was nearly mindless in his arms, pleading pitifully for something she didn’t yet understand. It pleased him to make her wait. His Irish whirlwind had led him on a merry chase for months and it felt good to have her dancing to his tune for a change. Finally, when he was close to cuming inside his tight trousers and her body was taut as a bow, he lowered his head, drew her nipple deeply into his mouth and took her over the edge with his fingers. Cupping her firmly, he let her ride him until she collapsed in a weak slump and burst into tears.
“Darlin, what is it? Have I hurt you?” he asked in alarm, cupping her head and turning her face up to his.
“Why didn’t you tell me, you great brute?” she yelled, slapping him weakly on the shoulder as tears streaked down her face.
“Tell you what?”
“About…about that,” she accused, grabbing his shirt and wiping her nose on it as he recoiled. “You let me fret and worryfor months, thinkin’ I shouldn’t marry you when all the time you knew how it would be.”
“I told you we’d be fine, that we were meant to be together,” he snapped back, taking off his shirt and tossing it away after setting her upright. “You refused to believe me, refused to trust my judgment!”
