“Oh no, I think you’ve done quite enough,” she gasped as she dodged behind the chair.
“Not nearly enough, darlin’, not yet anyway.”
Within minutes he was naked, his clothes strewn across the room. “Get on the bed,” he ordered sternly as they circled the chair.
“Kiss my arse, O’Malley,” she sassed back, tossing her hair behind her.
“I plan on it,” he said with a grin, “if you would only cooperate.”
“That’s disgustin’,” Maeve replied, appalled at the very idea.
“’Tis lovely,” he argued. “Get on the bed, lass.”
“No,” she hissed beginning to panic now she knew his intentions.
“Now see here, who wears the pants in this family?” he demanded.
Looking him up and down, she began to laugh.
“Not you,” she pointed out with a broad smile. “You’re naked as a jay bird.”
O’Malley lunged.
She skittered away at the last second and made a mad dash over the beds for the bathroom. At least she could lock the door until he came to his senses. Imagine wanting to put his lips on her arse!
He caught her before she could turn the lock. Picking her up in his arms, he carried her to the bed and tossed her onto it. She bounced several times while trying to scurry off the other side.
She was stunned when he grabbed a pillow, dropped to his knees beside the bed and took hold of her ankle. Slowly, he pulled her to him, her nightgown sliding up to her waist and beyond.
“My, my, virginal one night and seductress the next,” he murmured as more and more of her body was revealed despite her efforts to both get away and tug the gown down.
“I had to wear it,” she defended herself. “Bridy gave it to me and made me promise.”
“Bridy is a good lass,” Sean said, smiling. “I hope John marries her. Now,” he said grasping her other foot and pulling her nearly to the edge of the mattress. “Be a good lass. I’ve a surprise for you, in fact, in the comin’ weeks you’ll see I’m full of them,” he continued as he bent her legs until they were splayed open in a wanton manner.
“You’re full of somethin’, O’Malley, but I doubt ’tis surprises,” she snapped.
“Hush, love. You’re goin’ to like it,” he whispered, lifting her hips and stuffing the pillow under her bottom.
Maeve snorted.
“Put your hands over your head. There’s a good lass.”
“Am I likin’ it yet?” she asked between her gritted teeth.
“Shh, give me time, love,” Sean breathed against her skin as he began kissing her thigh. “Lord, give a man a chance to do his job.”
“Ah, I see. Your job is to embarrass me.”
Sean snickered and lightly bit her soft skin.
Maeve was embarrassed. No one had ever looked so closely at her private parts, or held her captive with his huge hands gripping her thighs. It was mortifying and as soon as he finished doin’ whatever it was he was about, she was goin’ to break one of those horrendously ugly pink lamps over his head. She continued to wiggle about, wanting to pull his hair but notquite daring to. His warm lips trailed up her leg getting closer and closer to the forbidden spot she least wanted him to touch, at least with the lights on and especially with his mouth. In desperation, she tried to close her legs and choke him.
Sean raised his head and fixed her with a firm stare as he pushed her knees apart.
“Mrs. O’Malley, we’re tryin’ this and that’s the end of it. If, when I’m done you truly hate it, we’ll never do it again. For now, you’ll mind your husband, that t’would be me,” he reminded her. “If you can’t be a good and obedient wife, lass, I’ll roll you over and make your bottom cheeks as red as your top. Do we understand each other?”
“Aye,” she hissed, collapsing on the bed in defeat. The overbearing oaf was going to pay for this. He’d be lucky if she didn’t skip out on him before they boarded the plane for America, or maybe after. She really did want to go there.
