Impatiently, she reached for his jeans, ready to get them off. So much for the slow and steady.
He chuckled and pulled her hands back. “I’ve got it.”
While he divested himself of his pants and underwear, she did the same. Now they stood facing each other naked. She looked him up and down and wanted to whistle at the whole package. Feeling it would probably be inappropriate, she stuck with “You’re handsome.”
Once again, he chuckled. “I was about to tell you how beautiful you are and how much I’ve looked forward to this.”
He had? She wondered for how long though. She wouldn’t tell him that before the kiss she’d already started wanting him. That might get too weird.
Ready to move forward, she walked to the bed and crawled up to the middle. Watching him devour her with his eyes, she crooked her finger in invitation.
He smiled and stepped toward the bed, then grabbed a wrapper from his nightstand. He sheathed his length before putting that first knee on the bed.
With him at her side, his mouth captured hers as their hands explored each other’s bodies.
After a few minutes of enjoyment, he whispered, “I want you so badly.”
“Take me.” She was ready. Her body had enough foreplay. The man could kiss and that alone sent heat throughout her body, especially at her core.
He levered himself above her and gently nudged her trembling thighs apart. Not quivering from nerves but from a deep-seated need.
Slowly, his hands found her heat and his fingers slid in her folds, gliding over her wetness.
The next feeling was his cock seeking entry. His eyes latched on hers as he slid through her slick passage, filling her comfortably. Their locked gaze as he pushed in had been erotic, increasing her need for him.
When he began moving, she wrapped her legs around his thighs. The pressure and depth added to his surging in and out of her heat. He leaned down and touched her lips briefly, then kissed her breast, clamping on her nipple lightly.
Her fingers dug into his shoulder blades as his strokes became more demanding, more powerful.
Each stroke brought her closer to completion, and she whimpered at how much she wanted to get there and how much she wanted this to last forever. Not all the men she had been with had cared about her pleasure during sex, but with Danny’s attention to her needs, she knew he would.
That thought was brought to reality when he reached down and ignited the climb to ecstasy by rubbing her clit.
Responding to his touch and his kiss, the world swirled around her with all the colors that typically ended up in her paintings. Several Gaelic words came to mind to describe this wonderful place but none in English. Actually, she wasn’t sure she could speak at all.
Higher and higher she rose. “I’m gonna come,” she announced.
“Fly, Baby,” he whispered.
And she did, flying through a world of pleasure where wave after wave of bliss rushed through her. After it was done, she was near boneless, but felt every inch of him as he pumped a couple more times and came himself.
Now this was something she’d repeat every night until she left.
A flicker of a question came to life in her mind, taking her by surprise. Is this worth staying for?
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Danny woke with a start at the knock on his bedroom door. Who the hell was in his home? Moira was next to him, and he had no other guests. Then he remembered. The men—and woman—who watched the house.
He grumbled, “I’ll be right there.” Looking out the window, he saw it was early morning, likely around shift change time. Whichever agent it was had best have a good reason for entering the house and waking him. He also hoped whoever knocked didn’t remain at the door, so Moira could slip out when she woke.
“What’s the matter?” Her low, sleepy voice tugged at him. He could wake to that every day of his life.
“I don’t know. I’ll go find out. Sleep.” He kissed her softly on the forehead, angry at getting roused from bed and leaving her. He’d planned to spend the morning making love to her again. And then again.
Silently he dressed in the jeans and shirt he’d discarded the night before. To hell with wrinkles. With his current mood, he dared anyone to comment on them.
Instead of opening the door wide, he slid through a crack to hide Moira in his bed.
Cowboy raised his eyebrow at the gesture, then sported a cocky grin. “It’s about time. You two have been dancing around each other for way too long.”
Ignoring his comment, he asked, “What’s the matter?”
“Oh, we’ve caught a stalker. She’s in the living room.”
“She?” With all the trouble that could possibly come down on them, a female threat never entered his mind, even though the Ireland Minister was female.
“She was trying to find a way inside the house at dawn. The Russian and I watched her for a while, but when it looked like she was about to break a window, we stepped in.”
Ignoring how Cowboy had already dubbed John as The Russian, not knowing how that would go over, he asked, “Anyone we know?”
“Oh yeah.” Cowboy chuckled and Danny wanted to punch him.
Not caring he was barefoot, they stalked down the stairs to the living room and Danny stopped short. Barbara. No, Barbie. Trying to break into his house while he and Moira slept. Had the woman lost her damn mind?
“Jane and I saw her walk by the house yesterday,” Doc said, as they approached. So both shifts had stayed to protect them. He loved his teammates.
Barbie jumped up. “Danny, what is the matter with these two Neanderthals? I was just walking and minding my own business and they stopped me and brought me here like a common criminal.”
This chick’s mind was seriously warped. What had he ever seen in her? Granted, it’d only taken a couple
