Kathleen rubbed her eyes, then leaned up on one elbow to see him better. “Should you be doing that? We need to get on the road soon, don’t we?”
A pang of guilt ran through him. He still hadn’t told her about their change in plans, but in his defense, there really hadn’t been a good time. Pulling off a Catholic wedding in under two months was a daunting task, and Kathleen had had enough on her mind over the last two weeks. And last night... well, there had been far more important things to discuss last night.
“No.”
“What about our reservations at Paradise Haven?”
The sheet was tucked just beneath her arm, revealing the swell of a full, creamy breast. It was impossible to remain on the other side of the room when she looked so damn sexy. Her dark hair was a tussled mess, her sleepy green eyes replete with passion. No wonder he hadn’t been able to stop making love to her throughout the night.
“What if we just stayed here?” he asked, slipping back under the sheets. The warmth of her body wrapped around him. The scent of the fragrant candles hung in the air, mixing with aroma of wood smoke and the lingering earthy musk of their lovemaking. He nuzzled her neck, inhaling deeply. This, this was his Paradise Haven.
“Why would we do that?”
He pulled her on top of him, resting his hands on the curve of her luscious ass. Just that quickly, his cock was readying for another round. “It’s over an hour away. I don’t think I can be outside of you for that long.”
She laughed and kissed him. “It will be difficult, I agree. But once we get there, we won’t have to get out of bed for days.” She nipped his bottom lip, then soothed the sting with a swipe of her tongue. It tasted slightly of peppermint, suggesting that at some point during the night, she had slipped into the bathroom and brushed her teeth. “Except, of course, to soak in the in-room hot tub. And since it’s all-inclusive, we can order room service to keep our strength up without ever even having to get dressed.”
Damn, that sounded good. But impossible.
“We can do the same here, minus the hot tub, of course. But we do have a spacious shower. And we can order take-out and have it delivered.”
“You’re insatiable, Jack Callaghan.”
“Around you, yes,” he agreed without apology. “Besides, why pay all that money if we’re never going to step outside the room anyway?”
“Because it’s our honeymoon,” she informed him. “We deserve a bit of pampering after everything we’ve gone through to get here.” As if he needed reminding, she rubbed her slick sex against his stiff cock.
“Exactly my point.” Jack fitted his large hands around her hips and thrust upward. After a night of orgasmic pleasure, he slid in easily, groaning at the sheer bliss of it. For the next several minutes, neither one of them spoke, communicating only through moans, soft grunts, and graphically expressive body language.
Draped over his chest afterward, she poked him in the ribs. “Come on, now. We’d best be going while we’re sated and before the need grips us again.”
“Clearly I am not doing right by you if you have enough energy to suggest such a thing.”
She propped herself up on his chest and regarded him, realization in her eyes. “We’re not going to Paradise Haven, are we?”
He sighed. “No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I cancelled our reservations.”
“Why on earth would you do such a thing?”
“I hadn’t planned on it, but something came up. I needed the money for something else.”
Her brows furrowed in concern. “What?”
“I bought this place. I sold my parent’s house, but the money didn’t come through fast enough, and the back taxes were due.”
Kathleen sat up abruptly, straddling him. “Let me get this straight. You decided to buy old man Finnegan’s dilapidated pub, and you sold your parent’s house to do so? Without telling me?”
It was difficult to concentrate on her words when her perky breasts were on such magnificent display, but her tone of voice set off warning bells in his head. He forced his hands beneath his head, interlocking his fingers to keep them there.
“I thought this was your clever way of ensuring our wedding night would remain undisturbed,” she said, waving her hand around the room. “Not our new home.”
“I wanted it to be a surprise.”
“Oh, it is that,” she assured him. In the next second she was pushing hard off of his chest and climbing off the bed (and him). He reached for her, but she twisted out of his grasp. A decided chill marked her absence. She bent over, re-igniting the fire in his groin when an expanse of glistening pink flesh flashed at him. Snatching up his dress shirt from the floor, she slipped it over her head and turned back to glare at him with fire in her eyes. Oh hell, she was pissed.
“What the hell were you thinking, Jack?”