think we’re safe. You can sit up now.”
“I rather like it here,” she said nuzzling into his upper, upper thigh.
“ Kathleen .”
“Don’t Kathleen me, Jack Callaghan. You are mine now, to do with what I please.” To punctuate that claim, she brought one hand to his leg and began slow, deliberate strokes from his knee, along the inseam, to the throbbing juncture of his legs.
“You weren’t so bold before,” he breathed, yanking hard on his straining tether of self-control.
“I knew you’d stop me before,” she confessed. “But you won’t now. You made an oath, Jack, a vow before God to let me have my wicked way with you.”
A chuckle stuck in his dry, tight throat, the constriction a direct result of holding back against the riptide of arousal currently threatening to pull him completely under. “I don’t quite remember it being worded that way.”
“Love, honor, cherish. To have and to hold. Same thing.”
He laughed, but it was strained. “Please, Kathleen. Do not unman me on our wedding night.”
With obvious reluctance, she pulled away from his lap and sat up. His cock throbbed in protest of her absence. Jack was torn between relief and the desire to cup the back of her head and guide her right back where she was.
Her lips set in a classic pout. “I don’t want to wait until we get to the lodge, Jack.”
As if he could wait that long. Clearly, she had either underestimated his desire or overestimated his self-control. “You won’t have to.”
Jack pulled into the dark lot of Finnegan’s Pub and cut the engine before pulling Kathleen in for a soul-searing kiss. He crushed his mouth to hers. She opened for him immediately and without question, meeting his tongue with her own as he reveled in the taste of champagne and wedding cake.
A few minutes were all he could bear; any longer and he’d take her right there in the deserted back parking lot.
“Come,” he commanded, opening the door and holding out his hand.
Kathleen stepped out of the car and looked doubtfully at the old building. A big “closed for renovation” sign hung haphazardly upon the back door. “Finnegan’s Pub?” she asked, confused.
“Aye,” Jack said, fishing out his keys. His shaking fingers fumbled the key several times before he coaxed the ancient lock open and tugged her inside. “Privacy. No one will bother us here.”
“But -—”
“No buts,” he said, leaning down for another kiss. “Now stay here. Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
“Why? Where are you going?”
“Just trust me, Kathleen. Please.”
Her features softened. “Always.”
The look she gave him seared into his soul, filled with so much trust, so much love. His heart felt like it just might explode.
Jack left her in the kitchen, disappearing behind the door that led to the private living quarters upstairs. He took the steps two at a time, hurrying to complete the final preparations as quickly as possible. He’d set up as much as he could earlier, so it was only a matter of minutes before he re-emerged.
Kathleen was looking around the kitchen with interest, curiosity in her bright green eyes. He hoped that was a good sign. But for now, they had more important things to do.
In one swift move, one arm hooked beneath her knees, the other supported her back. Jack swept her up against his chest.
“Now close your eyes.”
“Jack,” she began to protest.
“Hush, Kathleen. It’s a surprise.”
The corners of her mouth curled at the ends and her lashes dutifully shuttered. Jack practically ran across the kitchen and up the narrow staircase, emerging on the second floor. The place wouldn’t win any interior decorating contests, but he’d done the best he could. “Okay, you can open your eyes now.”
The room had a fresh coat of paint, and the floor had been swept and buffed. A brand new bed made up with silk sheets and the best pillows and comforter he could find commanded the eye. A fire blazed in the scrubbed
“I rather like it here,” she said nuzzling into his upper, upper thigh.
“ Kathleen .”
“Don’t Kathleen me, Jack Callaghan. You are mine now, to do with what I please.” To punctuate that claim, she brought one hand to his leg and began slow, deliberate strokes from his knee, along the inseam, to the throbbing juncture of his legs.
“You weren’t so bold before,” he breathed, yanking hard on his straining tether of self-control.
“I knew you’d stop me before,” she confessed. “But you won’t now. You made an oath, Jack, a vow before God to let me have my wicked way with you.”
A chuckle stuck in his dry, tight throat, the constriction a direct result of holding back against the riptide of arousal currently threatening to pull him completely under. “I don’t quite remember it being worded that way.”
“Love, honor, cherish. To have and to hold. Same thing.”
He laughed, but it was strained. “Please, Kathleen. Do not unman me on our wedding night.”
With obvious reluctance, she pulled away from his lap and sat up. His cock throbbed in protest of her absence. Jack was torn between relief and the desire to cup the back of her head and guide her right back where she was.
Her lips set in a classic pout. “I don’t want to wait until we get to the lodge, Jack.”
As if he could wait that long. Clearly, she had either underestimated his desire or overestimated his self-control. “You won’t have to.”
Jack pulled into the dark lot of Finnegan’s Pub and cut the engine before pulling Kathleen in for a soul-searing kiss. He crushed his mouth to hers. She opened for him immediately and without question, meeting his tongue with her own as he reveled in the taste of champagne and wedding cake.
A few minutes were all he could bear; any longer and he’d take her right there in the deserted back parking lot.
“Come,” he commanded, opening the door and holding out his hand.
Kathleen stepped out of the car and looked doubtfully at the old building. A big “closed for renovation” sign hung haphazardly upon the back door. “Finnegan’s Pub?” she asked, confused.
“Aye,” Jack said, fishing out his keys. His shaking fingers fumbled the key several times before he coaxed the ancient lock open and tugged her inside. “Privacy. No one will bother us here.”
“But -—”
“No buts,” he said, leaning down for another kiss. “Now stay here. Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
“Why? Where are you going?”
“Just trust me, Kathleen. Please.”
Her features softened. “Always.”
The look she gave him seared into his soul, filled with so much trust, so much love. His heart felt like it just might explode.
Jack left her in the kitchen, disappearing behind the door that led to the private living quarters upstairs. He took the steps two at a time, hurrying to complete the final preparations as quickly as possible. He’d set up as much as he could earlier, so it was only a matter of minutes before he re-emerged.
Kathleen was looking around the kitchen with interest, curiosity in her bright green eyes. He hoped that was a good sign. But for now, they had more important things to do.
In one swift move, one arm hooked beneath her knees, the other supported her back. Jack swept her up against his chest.
“Now close your eyes.”
“Jack,” she began to protest.
“Hush, Kathleen. It’s a surprise.”
The corners of her mouth curled at the ends and her lashes dutifully shuttered. Jack practically ran across the kitchen and up the narrow staircase, emerging on the second floor. The place wouldn’t win any interior decorating contests, but he’d done the best he could. “Okay, you can open your eyes now.”
The room had a fresh coat of paint, and the floor had been swept and buffed. A brand new bed made up with silk sheets and the best pillows and comforter he could find commanded the eye. A fire blazed in the scrubbed
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