Page 55 of Beneath Pearly Irish Skies
Yes, she was pretty proud of herself. First, a new haircut. And now, their first kiss. His happiness soared to new heights.
“I loved that,” she whispered, touching his jaw again. “I didn’t know kissing could be that sweet.”
He caressed her lower back, making the golds in her eyes fire. “Neither did I.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to help your father?” She held his gaze. “We can have our date another night.”
“No, what’s between us is more important.” He kissed her softly again, because now he had the right. “Only a stupid man would spend his evening chasing after a wild horse that wasn’t his when the woman of his dreams wants to be with him.”
“And you’re not stupid,” she said, the octaves of her voice as sweet as her kiss.
He gestured to the dirt on his shirt. “But now I really do need to change. Would you like to come with me and wait? I don’t think the horse will come back, but I’d rather you be inside somewhere just in case. My cottage is down the path.”
There was a new awareness in her eyes, one he reveled in. “I’d love that.”
“Then come,mo chuisle.”
She took his hand. “What does that mean?”
“It means the pulse of my heart.” He needed to look at her as he said the rest, so he turned toward her, their bodies inches apart. “What it really means is you’re the one who makes my heart beat.”
Her other hand rose to rest in the center of his chest. “I love that too.”
He kissed her again, lingering over her lips. As they started to walk to his cottage, he marveled at how quickly life could change.
When he’d arisen this morning, he hadn’t known the events of the day would stray beyond the norm.
When he found his bed tonight, the taste of her lips would still be on him.
Life in all its wonder stole around him as he led her to his home.
