Page 44 of The Billionaire's Kiss
She ran her hand over my cheek. “Your beard is coming in nicely, my prince.”
I ran my hand through her curls. “Your hair just keeps getting silkier and silkier, my Irish princess.”
“What if you and I were royalties in a past life? Ruling ancient Ireland together.” She smiled at me, urging me to play along.
“Maybe we were. Maybe we share a past from so long ago that there aren’t even any mentions of us in history books.” I couldn’t stand it any longer and kissed her lips. They looked plumper from all the kissing we’d done in the last days.
She would most definitely leave her mark on me when she left, and I was sure I would do the same for her. I moved my mouth to her neck, set on intentionally leaving my mark.
She loved it when I nibbled and kissed her neck. In no time, she was panting and trying to rid herself of her clothes and mine. In a panic of lust, we rushed to get each other undressed.
As I stood, I looked down at her as she lay on the bed with a smile on her face. Reaching down, I picked her up and held her high above me, then eased her body to graze against mine.
She wrapped her legs around me as I eased her down my long cock. Putting her arms around my neck, she kept her eyes on mine as I moved her up and down, up and down. “The blue of your eyes will be forever burned into my brain.”
“As will your pale green ones. I’ll never be able to see that color again without remembering your sensual persuasion.” It didn’t make sense to me that she didn’t have her choice of men back home.
But maybe she didn’t want any of them. Maybe she wanted a big strong American man to go home to.
Laughing to myself, I knew I was getting caught up in the fantasy. I had to remind myself of the reality of our situation. We’d only gotten this close this quickly because we knew we were running against the clock. There was no other reason.
We weren’t lost mates from past lives. We weren’t some ancient prince and princess who’d finally found one another after thousands of years apart.
She was simply a barmaid from Ireland, and I was just a businessman from Texas. We were nothing more than two strangers who had found each other for a moment in time and decided to take full advantage of that time they’d been given.
I began to wonder if life wouldn’t be much better if everyone knew upfront the amount of time they had together. Even if it was seventy years, would it make their love grow deeper if they knew the exact day and time when they would be split apart?
That was the sort of thing being with Orla had done to me. It had made me into some sort of a philosopher, something I never was. I was a practical man. Not a dreamer. Practical.
But Orla and I were anything but practical. And I just had to hope that it wouldn’t blow up in my face.
