Page 10 of St. Lucia Escapades
“Can we go again?”
“Anything you want baby.” Cord grinned.
Cord
Cord sat across from Moira at the table of the restaurant they were dining at. It had been on Roxi’s list. After their thrilling zip-lining adventure, he had taken her to lunch at his condo. He remembered her look of surprise when he offered to cook. He told her his mom had made sure both he and Collen could not only cook but sew and a few other things that had once been classified as “women’s work”.
“Okay, so you can cross zip-lining off the list, as well as Martha’s Tables.” He said.
“Aye. And after dinner you said we were going to The Cane Bar correct?” She questioned.
“That’s right.” He nodded. “How’s your food?”
“It’s delicious. I swear in only the four days I’ve been here I feel like I’ve gained twenty pounds.”
Cord threw his head back and laughed, causing her to laugh along with him. Cord found himself looking for ways to make her smile or laugh. Whether it was tickling her, he found that one out by accident on their second day together, showing her something new and exciting, complimenting her or just holding her hand. While he enjoyed those things, it appeared that Moira enjoyed it just as much. That made him want to do it even more.
“Hope you have your dancing shoes on. I plan on holding you on the dance floor tonight.”
“Oh, I have me bróga damhsa on.”
“Huh?” he asked.
Moira giggled, “Bróga damhsa is dancing shoes in Irish. My parents made sure me, and Sean knew how to speak Irish just as fluently as we do English. Da says we should be proud of our heritage. We are American aye, but we’re Irish too.”
“I hope you’ll share more of that Irish with me.” Cord smiled, lifting her hand to his lips.
“Hmm, if you’re a good boy I might.” Moira grinned, before lifting her glass to her lips.
“Well, let’s go dancing.” Cord stated.
After dropping some money on the table to cover their meal and tip, he took her hand and steered her outside. He quickly hailed a taxi and in moments they were off toward the club. When he had picked her up and caught that first glance of her outfit for the evening, he wanted to just say screw it and take her to his bed instead. Moira was wearing a black and green corset top that plumped up those mouth-watering breasts of hers. The corset stopped about an inch above her bellybutton. She also had on tight low-rise jeans, which hugged her hips and ass in the most sinful and delicious way. The look was topped off with black heeled boots. How in the hell was he supposed to keep from fucking her blind after tonight, he had no idea?
Chapter 5
Moria
Moria moved against Cord as they danced. No matter what song played, he was the perfect lead. The second she stepped into his arms her body seemed to instinctively follow. In that moment, a slow romantic ballad filled the bar. Sighing, she rested her head against him.
“You having fun?”
“Oh aye. Since meeting you I’ve had more fun than I have in a long time.”
She felt his finger under her chin, lifting it. In the low light she saw a gleam in his eyes that heated her. When his lips came down on hers, she pressed tighter against him.
Damn his body felt good against her. She knew if she told Roxi about this her best friend would be shocked. After the mess with Phillip, Moira had become more than a little standoffish when it came to dating. For Christ’s sake she hadn’t had sex in nearly a year, come to think of it.
Yet with Cord O’Brien her heart, mind and body seemed to agree it was time to throw caution to the four winds and just have a little fun for once.
“I think I’d let you kiss me all night.” She breathed.
“I’d love to.” He grinned.
Cord
He walked them back to their table and ordered them another round. “So, what’s on the agenda for tomorrow?”
“I honestly don’t know. I’ll look over the list when I get back and let you know tomorrow.”
