Hot Property (Irish romantic comedy) by Susanne O'Leary Page B

dark.”
    “The blue hour,” Dan said. “Like in Paris. But here, it’s even more magic.”
    “Yes.”
    They were quiet, lost in their own thoughts. Megan studied Dan surreptitiously, while he gazed out at sea. A handsome man, fun and intelligent. Thoughtful and kind, someone I could easily fall in love with. So different from Stephen. And we have a lot more in common, like the same things, been to the same places. And we both know how this evening is going to end. But we’re not rushing it. He’s giving me a little space. That’s considerate and generous. She sipped the last of the wine. “Wonderful night, isn’t it?” she murmured into the darkness. “Still so warm.”
    He turned to her. “Yes. How about a swim?”
    “I didn’t bring a swimsuit.”
    “No need. It’s quite dark. Nobody around.”
    “True.” On an impulse, she stood up and quickly stripped. “Let’s go, then. Last one in is a wimpy chicken.” Without waiting for a reaction, she ran down to the water and threw herself into the waves. The cool water was delicious on her hot skin. She lay back and floated, letting the waves bounce her body, slowly relaxing, the effect of the water igniting her senses in a strange way. Tiny, ice cold explosions in her private places made her feel nearly dizzy.
    There was a splashing beside her. It was Dan, naked, frolicking in the waves. He came closer and their bodies joined under the water. They surfaced to kiss, his hands on her breasts. They stood up, gasping.
    He laughed. “It’s bloody freezing.”
    “We’d better get out, then.” Megan waded out of the water and walked to the blanket and started to dry herself with a towel. By the time she was nearly dry, Dan had joined her.
    Laughing, he shook his wet hair over her.
    She squealed. “Stop it. You’re like a wet dog!”
    He grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the house. “Come on. Let’s get inside and into bed. I’ll warm you up.”
    “Is that a threat?” she giggled.
    “It’s a promise.”
    ~ ~ ~
    The bed was already made. Megan lay on the cool sheets and pulled the duvet over her. Dan joined her and cuddled up from behind. With his arms around her, his mouth on her neck, Megan felt a huge comfort, a sense of being loved. She closed her eyes, telling herself this was the best feeling in the world. Whatever happened next was of no importance.
    He stirred and pressed his erection harder against her thighs. Delighted, she turned around. The kisses became more intense. His hands travelled to her breasts, and his fingers played with her nipples. She moaned softly and stroked his loins down to his groin until her fingers found their target. Not quite what she had hoped. But she didn’t really mind. So he’s petite in that area. Size doesn’t matter…
    He lay on top of her, pushed inside, then smiled. “Thanks for the welcome, sweet Megan.”
    She closed her eyes and kissed him. It was so lovely to lie here and get so close. But after a while, she slowly realised she felt more motherly than sexy. He seemed so hesitant, so slow and weak. Her libido evaporating, she found herself thinking of other things.
    “Is this good for you?” Dan enquired with a small thrust.
    “Oh, yes,” she moaned. “Great.” Must get some furniture , she thought. “Oooh, that’s fantastic.” Maybe that blue chair I saw in Dublin … “Mmmm—oooh.” Is he going to finish soon? “Oh, yesss…” Curtains or blinds ?
    It took him quite a long time to achieve a climax. Megan lay there, meeting his thrusts, moaning, making all the right noises, while mentally flicking through the IKEA catalogue. She had got to the bathroom section when he finally shouted, “Yes!”
    Megan let out a final, long “ Oooh .”
    Lathered with sweat, he collapsed on top of her. “Wasn’t that…”
    Megan sighed with relief. “Oh, yes. That was—”
    “Amazing.” He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Chapter 9

     
    While waiting to get the plumbing done, Megan decided