Stitches in Time (7 page)

Maggie’s pussy responded, flooding her panties as he pinched her nipple; her body threatened to turn to jelly at his touch. With one arm still around her, supporting her against him, Liam’s hand now brushed the other strap off her shoulder. Shifting position, Maggie leaned into him, nuzzling her kisses under his chin and along his neck as he pushed the garment to her waist. Too long had she gone without a man’s touch; far too long had she craved the heat Liam’s hands ignited in her body.

The softness of her skin against his chest sent a surge of desire coursing to Liam’s cock and it stiffened; his need more intense. Even as he bent to take her nipple between his lips, as her fingers entwined in his hair and her breasts rose to meet him, the forgotten leprechaun spoke up.
“Slowly, boy-o.
Don’t frighten the filly.” The leprechaun’s voice was soft in his ear, so quiet that Liam might have deemed it his own thought but for the Irish terms.

Liam growled and Maggie grinned. She arched her back to push her breast up, inviting him to play with it. When his lips closed around her hardened nipple, she sighed. And when he used his teeth to gently pull it out toward him, she moaned. “Oh yes, Liam. Please…” another moan cut off the rest of her request.

He
lay
her back onto the bed, pushing the covers aside to give them both room. Shifting his attention to her nearer breast, he cupped it, rubbing his forefinger over the tightened nipple. With his other hand, he took her arm and raised it up over her head to rest on the pillow. Grinning, she did the same with the other arm, arching her back and letting him play with her body.

“Leave them there until I give you permission to move them.” His voice was raspy with his craving for her submission.

Maggie complied with a pleasured sigh. No more control. No more worries. Just Liam’s hands on her body, fondling her, carrying her off. She moaned again as his hands ran along her sides, pulling her sexy lingerie down and off her slender legs. Only the navy blue satin panties remained on her otherwise naked body.

For months, Liam had wondered what lay behind Maggie’s hard shell. Tonight, her veneer had cracked and for the first time, Liam glimpsed the powerful, sexy tigress that lay at rest behind that professional mask. Controlling such an animal required careful handling—and Liam
Finnerty
loved a challenge.

“Aye, that’s the way, lad.
Get
yer
own knickers off now before ye rip right through ‘
em
.
That’s a fine twig ‘n berry set ye have there—put it to use tonight!”

Liam growled again. “I know how to make love to a woman!”

“Yes, Liam, don’t stop.” Maggie’s voice was breathless, letting
herself
be carried away.

With another low-throated growl to cover his mistake, he launched himself at Maggie’s breasts, kneading one breast while pulling the other into his mouth; gratified by the feel of her body writhing under him. Her hands stayed above her head, her back arching invitingly and Liam let his tongue circle the hard little bud he suckled. He heard her nails on the headboard as her hands sought for purchase on the carved dragons. As long as she didn’t bring those hands down to stop him, Liam knew he was on safe ground.

Maggie pushed her breasts up to meet his hungry mouth; he most certainly did know how to make love to a woman. Never had her hunger been greater. It was almost as if her tears released the lock she kept on all her desires and now they flowed out with a vengeance. If he did not let that hand drift lower soon, she knew her need would command her and that she would push his hand down to invade her pussy.

But she held back and kept her hands above her head, as Liam had told her to. There was something deliciously naughty about submitting to him, letting him control her; something that appealed to the tigress that lived entrenched in the deep caverns of her psyche. Not one man had ever been able to let that animal loose. Maggie knew it was there, when she chose to look that deep. But it was too painful to admit that that side of her needed to be locked away, and so she did not look very often. Liam’s command of her body threatened to wake the tigress and Maggie squirmed under his touch, both wanting and fearing the animal’s release. Breathless, urging him with her body to stroke her even as she feared where his touch would take her, the animal cried out through Maggie’s mouth with wordless cries.

Liam needed to get his cock free of his underwear. He was fully extended and much as he didn’t want to admit that the leprechaun was right—these boxers needed to come off. Oh, but this breast was so wonderful to torment; it yielded such incredible noises from the woman beneath him. Giving a last small bite to her nipple just to hear her moan, he slid off the bed and pulled down his boxers.

The huskiness in Maggie’s voice betrayed how wanton she felt. “I wish there were
more light
so I could see you, Liam. I want to see all of the man who claims me tonight.”

“
Yer
wish is my command, Lady!”

A thin shaft of moonlight suddenly beamed through the parting in the window curtains to fall directly on Liam’s cock. He was vain enough to be pleased by her sudden intake of breath and he rubbed along its length to give her its measure. Two full
handspans
it stretched from his body and still the purpled tip poked out from his fist.

“I intend to take you, Maggie Andrews. I will bury every inch of this cock inside that hot pussy of yours. Your body will buck against mine and I will feel your pussy clench around my cock as I force you to come.”

Yes! This was what she wanted—to be carried away from the real world by the force of Liam’s cock driving into her. Keeping her arms above her head, she squirmed on the bed trying to get relief by the friction of her soaked panties.

“Aye, man,
ye’ve
got her right where ye want her now. Take that little scrap of fabric off her and give
yerself
a clear shot.”

Ignoring the leprechaun, Liam did exactly what Seamus told him. With a deep growl, Liam reached forward and roughly yanked down Maggie’s panties. Her scent was strong and Liam parted her legs to run his finger down her slit and into her hot, wet pussy.

A dim part of her mind understood that Liam’s rough touch was exactly what she needed right now and Maggie’s body responded. Another wordless cry escaped her as the tigress clawed at her cage and Maggie threw her head back into the pillows, spreading her legs wider. She was shameless tonight and she
reveled
in it. Throwing her arms to the sides above her head, one hand curled around the curtains as the fingers of her other hand dug into a pillow. Liam’s fingers pumped her pussy and she let her body dance for him.

Oh, but she was tight! While tempted to just plunge his cock into that dark, damp hole, Liam held back; he didn’t want to hurt her. While the fingers of one hand worked her pussy, the thumb of the other came up to circle her engorged clit and tease her unmercifully.

“Oh, Liam, please. Please let me come!” Even as the words left her mouth, Maggie couldn’t believe she had said them. Never, ever had she begged for
release.
She always controlled her own orgasms.
Always.
Until tonight.

“That’s it, man! That’s
yer
cue!”

“Stop talking. I know what I’m doing!”

“Yes, Liam…” Another moan as Liam’s fingers savagely fucked her pussy cut off anything further Maggie might have said.

“Damn.” Liam didn’t know whether to be angry at having an audience that found it necessary to give him advice, or pleased. His words, meant for Seamus, had definitely had an effect on Maggie. Her body cried out for release and he controlled it. He dreamt about so much power over a woman and here the little leprechaun had delivered it.

But he was barely controlling his own needs right now. His cock throbbed painfully, the veins bulging with their life-giving blood. Removing his fingers, he put a hand on either side of her. Laying his length between her legs, he eased the tip of his cock into the opening of her waiting pussy.

Eagerly, Maggie raised her hips to make his entrance easier. His movements slow, he groaned as his cock entered her tight, wet, waiting pussy. In and out he pumped, each gentle thrust stretching her; each thrust pushing his thick cock deeper within her willing body. Relaxing into his pace, the last vestiges of her control slid away and she followed his lead as he manipulated her body.

His cock filled the snug space she so eagerly provided. Dutifully, she kept her hands above her head as her body moved to his rhythm. Liam bent down to possess her mouth again as, with a deep
thrust,
he pushed his entire length into her. Their tempo increasing, he felt her body convulsing under his as his pubic bone crushed her clit on each stroke. Her legs encircled him as her mouth opened to him and the tempo increased again.

Maggie had never felt so stretched. Liam’s presence surrounded her; she could not escape him. His cock impaled her pussy; his tongue entwined with hers. There were no choices left. The tingling between her legs grew stronger. She could not take much more.

“Come for me now, Maggie. Come around my cock.”

Maggie’s body suddenly went stiff as time stood still. She couldn’t breathe and didn’t want to. Poised on the edge, Liam’s cock slammed into her and her body arched as she cried out. Desperately she clung to the cliff’s edge, but his cock slammed into her again and she plunged into the abyss. In bliss, the waves of her orgasm swept over her, from the tips of her fingers where she clutched the curtain, to the ends of her feet where they wrapped around Liam’s back. Maggie’s voice filled the air with wordless cries as she hung onto Liam’s body and rode him.

Liam grinned as she screamed and her pussy contracted around his cock. Dimly he hoped the hotel had thick walls otherwise security would be here any second. As the contractions in her pussy squeezed him, he groaned and thrust hard again. And then time stood still for him as well. With loud, satisfied groans, he pumped his seed into her as her muscles milked him dry.

Panting, their movements slowed. Liam remained in her as long as he could, but the tip had become sensitive; pulling out, he shuddered as he collapsed alongside her body. “Maggie…” He wanted to tell her it had never been like that before. He wanted to tell her that he would make love to her like that every time. He wanted to tell her he was falling in love with her.

But she put her finger over his lips. She didn’t want him to say words he’d regret in the morning. Long ago she had armed herself against the words of men and even though her heart yearned to hear the soft words he would speak, her already-damaged heart couldn’t stand being broken right now. Instead, she snuggled beside him as the coolness of the night made her shiver.

The covers floated up and covered the two of them where they lay entwined in each other’s arms, but neither noticed. Contentment and sheer exhaustion had claimed them both.

“Aye, Seamus O’Brien, it is a genius you are.”

And under the bed, the little leprechaun doused the magical moonlight and rested in his tapestry.

Chapter Three

Maggie awoke to the sound of a baritone voice singing “When Irish Eyes are
Smiling
.” Blinking against the morning light and stretching, she suddenly remembered where she was and what she had done last night. Peeking under the covers the sight of her naked body was confirmation. Moaning, she put her hands to her head and sat up.

“Maggie Andrews, I can’t believe you did that! What were you thinking, girl?” She glanced over to the closed bathroom door as the words of the song dissolved into a very fine humming. The swishing of water followed by a clink on the porcelain sink told her he was shaving.

Rushing to get her clothes before he came out of the bathroom, Maggie found her discarded lingerie flung to the other side of the room.
“Flannel.
Today I go buy a flannel nightgown.
And a robe.
You definitely need a robe.” Expecting to be in a room all by herself, she hadn’t bothered to pack one.

His shirt lay near her discarded nightclothes; it would do. She slipped her arms into it and pulled it together in front of her. At least it covered her rear end. Just as she buttoned the last button, Liam sang the last line of the song and made his entrance.

“Irish eyes are smiling, Sure ‘n, they steal your heart away.” He grinned to see her in his shirt. “
Mornin
’, Maggie!”

“Good morning, Mr.
Finnerty
.” She gathered up the clothes she would need for the day while trying to ignore the fact that Liam wore only a towel around his waist.

“Oh, we’re back to that, are we?”

His amused smile did nothing to sway her mind. She was determined to put the feelings he stirred in her back into the box where they belonged. She had a job to do.

“Yes, Mr.
Finnerty
, we are back to that. We never should have left in the first place.”

“Oh, lad, she’s a handful! Go on, kiss ‘er! Let her know
who’s the boss here
.”

Liam reached down and scooped up the box from under the bed, giving Seamus a warning glance. For answer the little leprechaun just pointed toward Maggie and made kissing noises.

In disgust, he dropped the box onto the bed and the frame rattled against the cardboard.