Page 102 of The Irish Gypsy
Quickly Kitty said, "Wait, Mr. Burke, I'llcome with you. I must see about dinner."
"Dinner?" Patrick said blankly.
"Of course, dinner," said Kitty innocently."You didn't think you'd retired for the night, did you?"
Mr. Burke went through the door, but it wasswiftly closed before Kitty could follow him. Patrick's body camefull up against hers as he flattened her against the door. Hisvoice came raggedly, "Oh, God, don't play games with me." His mouthcame down on hers in a heated, crushing demand. The ache of passionso long denied rose up in her until she was ready to yield tohim.
Then suddenly Mr. Burke was back at the door."I brought hot water for your bath, sir."
"Damn," swore Patrick angrily.
She slipped from his embrace. "The hot waterwill ease away your stiffness," she said outrageously.
He leaned against the closed door in agony.The craving hunger gnawed at the pit of his belly. He clenched hisfists and ground his teeth. Would he never be able to master thephysical effect she always provoked in him?
The dinner was a simple affair suited to aman's taste. The broiled beefsteak and vegetables were followed bya fruit pie and cream. If Patrick had been questioned about it, hecould not have recalled what he had eaten. All he tasted wasKitty.
They dined at a small table in a cozy roomoff the main dining room. She poured both men a brandy after themeal and when Patrick took out a long, slim cheroot, she benttoward him intimately to light it. His fingers covered hers tosteady the light, and his eyes met hers with an intensity that tookher breath away. Terry nudged her under the table. She was enjoyingthis small cruelty she was inflicting on them both. She yawneddelicately.
"I'm sure Patrick must have a thousandquestions he wants to ask you about Windrush, Terry, so I'll leaveyou to your brandy and cigars." Terry looked angry enough to killand Patrick's brow lowered dangerously.
"I'll say goodnight." She arose. "Oh,Patrick, I'm in the room next to yours if there's anything youdesire."
He choked on the brandy. She moved swiftly,knowing it would be only minutes before each sought an excuse toretire. She closed the long drapes over the windows and poked thefire until it blazed high. By the time she hung her clothes in thewardrobe, she could hear Patrick moving about in his room. She tookout the sheer nightgown and slipped it over her head. Her pulseraced madly as she heard Patrick's footsteps come to the connectingdoor. She brushed out her hair and in a few minutes she heard himcome again to the door. This time he turned the knob. Silence. Sheshivered at the thought of his touch.
"Kitten," he called softly through the door.She held her breath. Her eyes widened as she realized this was theroom she'd dreamed of long ago. Now she knew why she was goadinghim to break down the door. She wanted him to fulfill all herdreams and fantasies.
The door gave way under a resounding crash.He was prepared to do battle, but his anger melted away like snowin summer as the impact of her lithe body assaulted his senses. Ashe advanced into the room the fire in his blood throbbed along hisveins, and his eyes blazed as they noted that the nightgown hadflower petals embroidered on the breasts, and the centers of theflowers were her pink nipples, provocatively exposed.
He crushed her in his embrace, held her awayto gaze down at her in wonder, then took her inside his robe. Theshock of his lean, hard, naked body against hers made her cry out.Her legs trembled beneath her. As she leaned against him forsupport, he gathered her up and took her to the bed. Love wordstumbled from his lips and he was astounded to discover she musthave hungered for him every bit as much as he had hungered for her.Her response was eager and hot. She obeyed his demands implicitly,but he was delighted when she made demands of her own. Her criesshattered the stillness of the house as he entered her, swollen tothe full with passion. Beginning slowly, his movements built to asilken rhythm that carried them both higher and higher in pleasureuntil Kitty thought she could bear it no longer. She bit hisshoulder and he groaned aloud, but he hadn't even felt her bites.He shuddered as a crescendo exploded, and then he felt herimplosion draw the nectar of love from his shaft.
"I didn't know it could be like that," hewhispered in awe.
Her face was wet with tears. Her release hadbeen so great, a sob shuddered through her whole body.
"My God, we can't go on like this, Kitty.It's killing us both. You've got to leave him. I won't live withoutyou any longer."
"Oh, please, darling, our time is so short,so precious, we mustn't waste it with angry words."
"I'll leave it for now, but it's somethingyou are going to have to face up to," he said with finality.
Just before dawn, Patrick stirred. Hemarveled at finding his love in his arms. He looked his fill at thelovely face. Black crescent lashes lay still on her cheeks, herhair fanned out across the pillow. This was what he missedmost--the luxury of awakening in each other's arms, the intimate,peaceful moments of the early morning before the world intruded. Itwas not just the lovemaking he wanted. He wanted it all; to sharethe same bed until morning, to spend days in close companionship,to watch their son grow, to have more children. She stirred andmoved closer. He whispered softly and cuddled her close. Shesnuggled into the crook of his arm, laying her cheek against thedark mat of his chest, and he touched her temple with soft whisperkisses. She drifted back into slumber, sensing the safe watch hewould keep over her. He tried to sleep, but as his senses stirred,the familiar ache started in his loins. He controlled himself forover an hour; then, just as he could stand it no longer, he lookeddown at her still face. It was sweet torture, but he couldn't bearto disturb her. Very gently he arose from the bed and crossed tohis own room. He gazed out the windows across the beautiful meadowsbelow him. His heart sang; he could never recall feeling suchelation. He heard the household begin to come to life. He slippedon his pants just as he heard a low knock on the outer door. Hequickly rumpled the unused bed as a voice said, "Your hot water,sir."
Patrick called, "Come in, Mr. Burke. Thankyou. I hope you haven't been kept waiting; I overslept thismorning." Patrick scrutinized his demeanor and was satisfied thatthe man didn't suspect a thing. "Terrance probably is wonderingwhere I've gotten to. Tell him I'll be down directly."
"No need to rush, sir; Master Terrance hasn'tgone downstairs yet."
"Really?" asked Patrick, surprised.
The servant closed the door, and Patrickturned to the mirror to shave. He was momentarily dismayed to seethe tiny crescent bruises that ran across his chest to hisshoulder. The teeth marks had been clearly visible to Mr. Burke.Patrick grinned shamelessly. How did the fellow keep a straightface? he wondered.
He went back to Kitty's room and sat on theedge of the bed. She stretched luxuriously and lifted her armsaround his neck. "Mmmm, you're already bathed and shaved."
"I should hope so; it's after ten," he saidand smiled. They gazed deeply into each other's eyes, trying tofind words to convey their pleasure.
"When you came through that door last night,you looked like a stallion who would trample anything in hisway."
Patrick was entranced with her. "Your criesof delight while having your pleasure last night must have awakenedthe household. I hope Terry's room isn't too close to this one," hesaid and laughed.
