Eventually, I do drift off. But it is an uneasy sleep, and I wake up after only a few hours. As I blink awake with gritty eyes, it's about now that I realize the benefits of having a woman in the bed with me.
Rolling over, I lift the skirt of her nightgown and part her folds with my fingers. Finding her clit, I roll it between my fingers, rubbing and pinching, my eyes glued to her face as she starts to squirm, moaning and mewling while still asleep.
I’ve decided I like the challenge she laid down. Tiggy says she isn’t going to enjoy my fucking her, so I’m going to make sure she gets off every time we’re together. Just to prove her a liar. Like all Romanians are.
I don’t trust this truce. I don’t trust this alliance. And I sure as fuck don’t trust the gorgeous woman in my bed. I’m going to break her, and then I will make sure she is completely loyal to me. And I’m going to enjoy it.
Her eyes fly open, meeting mine, the shock evident as she comes, her hips bucking up against my hand. I don’t bother speaking to her, positioning myself between her thighs and thrusting into her wet heat.
Her pussy is swollen from her recent orgasm, so I grit my teeth at the unimaginable tightness. As I start to thrust, I suck my fingers into my mouth, tasting her sweetness, and let out a feral growl, her pussy clenching around me.
“Feck, but ye taste good,leannán,” I growl, dropping my fingers from my mouth to grip her hip. She moans at my words.
I knew she’d get off on the slight Irish brogue I get when I’m turned on. All the ladies love it. Gives me a definite advantage in bed.
Tiggy starts whimpering, and I decide that the next time I wake her up to fuck her, it will be with my face buried between her thighs.
“Come for me,” I breathe, my thumb finding her clit, pressing down, rolling it around as she cries out, coming hard on my dick.
Gritting my teeth, I keep pumping until I come too. Collapsing back onto my side of the bed, I roll onto my side and promptly fall asleep. I could get used to having sex on tap like this.
Chapter Five
TIGGY
I’m exhausted. Seamus Fitzpatrick is a sex machine. After fucking me to sleep last night, he woke me up twice more. The first time he made me come with just his fingers on my clit, nothing inside me and fell straight asleep after fucking me.
The second time I woke up to him absolutelydevouringmy pussy. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life, and then he fell straight asleep after fucking me. I’m sensing a pattern here.
Seamus is still asleep when I wake up, sunlight streaming through the open curtains in the sitting area, spilling through the open bedroom door. I seize the opportunity to sneak into the bathroom and shower.
When I finish, he is already dressed and having an in-depth conversation with Niall over near the door.
Seamus looks up when I emerge from the bathroom, saying something to Niall, who glances over and nods.
“Niall’s taking you home. I’ll see you tonight,” Seamus tells me when I come to a halt in front of them. “Have supper on the table by seven-thirty.”
I blink as he nods to Niall, turning on his heel and shutting the door behind him. No farewell, no soft words, not even a goodbye kiss.
I guess our dynamite chemistry in bed doesn’t have a hope in hell of translating into real life. Not when I’m married to the spawn of the devil.
I think of how dangerous and handsome he looked last night. Maybe he’s not the spawn of the devil after all. Perhaps he’s the devil himself. That would be in line with my luck.
Niall doesn’t speak to me. I sense another pattern. We walk silently through the hotel, traversing our steps from last night as he carries my overnight bag.
The valet has an SUV waiting, a different one from last night. That one was jet black. This one is ice white. The valet flinches as he hands Niall the keys, beating a hasty retreat. I guess Niall’s reputation precedes him.
As I wait, he holds open the car door for me, his hand brushing my back as he helps me into the rear seat. I turn to thank him and get a slammed door in my face before I can form words. Okay, then. The tailgate opens and slams - my suitcase, presumably - and Niall slides into the driver’s seat, his eyes finding mine in the rearview mirror.
“Seatbelt.”
My eyebrows raise as I meet his gaze. What am I, five?
“Seamus’s orders,” he grunts. Damn it. Where is Ms. Sassy from bed last night? I could do with an appearance from her now, but instead, I find myself meekly fastening my seatbelt. My husband might be dangerous and filled with darkness, but Niall’s eyes are deadly.
Satisfied with my capitulation, Niall turns his eyes to the road, pulling out of the hotel’s covered driveway and turning southwest.
“Where is home?”