Irish Rogue, page 23
My heart overflows with love every time he does. Especially when he places both palms on my growing belly and leans in close to talk to our baby. “Good morning, Kira-love. Have you been treating your mother well?”
I cradle his head while he continues his one-sided conversation. Paddy swears she can hear and understand him. “You aren’t even born yet, and I already love you more than I ever thought possible. I can’t wait to meet you.” He raises his gaze to meet my watery one and keeps talking. “I bet you’re going to be as beautiful as your mother. You’re also going to have her strength. And her giant heart. You’ll be as smart as she is, too. I hope you know, though, that you’re not going to get married until you’re at least thirty.”
Laughter escapes. He tells her that every time. Then Paddy presses a kiss to my belly. “I love you,” he says and lifts his gaze to me. “I love your mother, too.”
I lean down and press my lips to his, pouring all my love into the kiss. I’ll never get tired of kissing this man. Far too soon, I lift my head to catch my breath and stare down at him in awe of how much my life has changed. “I love you.”
Slowly, I lower myself to my knees. Paddy doesn’t say anything. He merely reaches into the basket, draws out the blanket, and spreads it across the ground. I lay down on it, and with a single finger, beckon him to join me. He covers my body with his, always carefully and gently, and claims my mouth with another searing kiss.
Our tongues glide together in an unhurried dance. We savor each other, taking our time to enjoy the flavor of the sparkling wine Paddy had tasted before coming out here. It’s fruity and delicious.
“Thank you for giving me our baby,” I murmur against his lips.
He pulls back a fraction. “I’ll give you anything you ask for. The sunlight? It’s yours. Moonlight? That, too. All the beautiful flowers across the universe so you’ll forever be happy? Done.”
Tears well in my eyes. It’s one of many side effects of my pregnancy. All my emotions are amplified. I wouldn’t change it for the world, though. I kiss him again. It’s the best way I’ve found to tell him what I’m trying to say when I can’t find the words.
Paddy’s lips glide along my jaw, then lower as he makes his way down to where the first couple of buttons on my blouse are unhooked. He parts the fabric, skimming across my skin with his mouth and teasing the crest of both breasts. They’ve gotten much bigger during my pregnancy. A fact my husband shows his appreciation of frequently.
His breath is hot as he slowly loosens buttons and exposes more of me to the sun and sky. Paddy closes his lips over my breast, soaking the fabric of my bra as he sucks and pulls at my nipple. My breath catches, and I arch my back to push my sensitive breasts harder against him. The ache inside me grows.
As though knowing how much he’s torturing me, Paddy continues his trek. He spends time paying homage to my swollen belly, kissing and caressing it.
“Stop teasing me.” I clutch his head tightly, my nail scraping along his scalp.
He chuckles with mischievous intent. “The anticipation is the best part.”
I gasp as he swipes his tongue along my waistband, slowly untying the specially made maternity pants I designed. “Aren’t you supposed to be giving me what I want?”
Paddy lifts his head. I raise up on my elbows to stare down at him. I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be able to see over my baby bump, but I’ll enjoy the sight of my husband between my thighs for as long as I can. “Please,” I pout.
Taking pity on me, Paddy slowly slides my pants down. I struggle to raise my hips a bit but finally manage. Already, I’m soaked. He leans close and breathes in my scent. I’d been embarrassed at first, but I’ve come to enjoy how much it turns him on. It secretly does me, as well. I certainly reap the rewards from it.
“Do you want it fast or slow?” he asks.
“Fast.” There’s no hesitation. My sex drive has been growing faster than my belly. It seems as though I’m always ready for him.
It’s as though all I needed to say is the word because Paddy moves quicker. He kisses his way back up my body and latches on to my mouth. Unlike a moment ago, he doesn’t take his time. Our tongues lash and tangle. I gasp into his mouth. His fingers brush across my clit, sending a wave of pleasure flooding through me.
Then, he presses two of them slowly into me and pumps, matching the thrusting to the teasing he’s doing to my mouth. The pressure building inside me rises. When he adds the friction of his thumb rubbing my clit, there’s no holding it back. The pleasure crests and explodes. I cry out. Paddy captures it with his lips and swallows it down.
He removes his fingers, opens his pants enough to pull out his cock, and then, finally, he’s filling me again. Only this time with his hard length. He stretches me in a good way, the slight sting only making it that much better, then rocks his hips. With each roll of his pelvis, he hits deeper inside, reaching that one spot that never ceases to make my breath catch.
“I love you,” he murmurs against my lips.
If there’s one thing Paddy does, it’s remind me every day of his feelings. I never doubt them. He won’t let me. He shows me how beautiful our love is. Everything he does makes me happy.
His movements become faster, more frenzied. My release hovers on the edge already, even though I just came. As if sensing how close I am, he reaches between us, and with only a few flicks against my engorged clit, it hits me. My pussy clenches down on him. He buries his face in my neck with a groan, and with only another couple of thrusts, Paddy growls out his own climax.
His seed floods me, warming me from the inside. My hair clings to my sweat-dampened forehead. I gasp for breath. As does he. I clutch him tightly to me, not ready to let him go quite yet. I love the closeness. The heavy weight of him on me. Something I never would have believed only a few short months ago.
Not once have I felt anything but safe with Paddy. Finally, our breathing slows. Our sweat-slicked skin dries. He carefully pulls out, and after fastening his pants, helps me with my clothes. He lies on his side, elbow propped, his head resting on his palm. I roll to face him, taking in his gorgeous face. He brushes the still-damp hair off my forehead, his loving gaze scanning mine as though he wants to absorb every detail of it.
I grin widely. “You need to bring me a picnic more than once a week if that’s what comes with it.”
Paddy laughs. “I’m not sure I can satisfy your voracious appetite that often. Don’t get me wrong, though, I’m certainly willing to try.”
“As you should,” I say primly. “Your pregnant wife has a never-ending hunger. Not just for food, either.”
“I shall do my best to assuage them both.” He adds an eyebrow waggle.
We continue lying next to each other, surrounded by the beauty of my garden. The place where our love grows brighter and stronger every single day. All my life I believed flowers meant happiness. When in fact, it’s the man across from me who’s shown me what true happiness means.
Epilogue Two
Two years later
Nathan
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My muscles twitch with anticipation at seeing the latest arrival at JFK. No doubt she won’t be happy to find I’m the one picking her up. The last time I’d seen Lucia Giordano, she’d straightened her rumpled clothes, picked up her luggage, and walked away from me with a steel spine. She didn’t say goodbye. Never even looked back. She certainly didn’t acknowledge the fact that thirty minutes earlier, she’d been riding my cock in the back seat of my Mercedes in a darkened corner of the airport parking garage.
Crowds of people pass me by while I wait near the baggage claim. With Rory sick only a week before her wedding day, and Jack unable to come, I volunteered instead. I want to see Lucia. Is she still just as captivating as she had been the first time we met at Gio and Francesca’s wedding six years ago? As alluring as she’d been when she’d walked away from me at this same airport only three years ago? That’s a long time not to be able to get a woman out of your head. Yet, there she’s been. Firmly situated in the recesses of my mind. Planting herself as though to say, “I’m not going anywhere.”
My gaze travels over the heads of tourists and locals as they hurriedly rush by. None of them have her thick, long brown hair or her caramel-colored eyes. They don’t have her lush curves. Or her smart mouth. Most importantly, not a single one of them sparks my interest like she did. I’m here, waiting, anticipating that the same attraction I’ve felt for all these years hasn’t dimmed. That it still flares bright and hot.
A glimpse of red lips and a pert nose catch my gaze. I bob side to side, glancing around moving bodies, trying to lock on to the woman. At last, Lucia comes into sight. Fuck. She’s as stunning as always. I scan her, noticing a few differences since I last saw her three years ago. Her face is a bit fuller. Breasts a bit larger. Hips a bit wider. Everything about her is pure perfection.
She’s dragging a large piece of luggage behind her. I take a step forward to help her but freeze. My gaze travels to her other hand. Locked in its grasp is a much smaller one. I continue my visual path along the arm until the whole figure comes into view.
A little boy, no older than three, nearly jogs at her side. His small legs take two steps for every one of Lucia’s. A smile lights up his face as he hops along beside her. His bright, blue eyes—Grand-da’s eyes—dart around as though taking in all his surroundings, absorbing the place and people.
It’s the red hair, so similar to mine, that has my complete attention, though.
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