The Irishman's Woman: Chocolate Beauty

by LUVINGJOVAN

John opened the door to his hotel room. He was exhausted and pissed off. He walked over to the sofa and stretched out. The Slasher case had him tied up in knots. Every time he would get close, Hayes would just slip threw his fingers. He had been chasing Hayes Barber for the last five years, but only getting close to catching him in the last nine months. But Hayes kept on moving never staying in the same spot for too long. Just long enough to taunt John with clues to his next victim.

The man was a genius in his own hideous way. But John McBain was a man on a mission. A man that made a promise to a dead fiancé that he would avenge her death and make Hayes Barber regret the day he made this personal. He swore it to her as she lay bleeding to death in his arms and McBain was a man of his word.

As he slowly drifted off to sleep his mind turns to other events. He'd been tracking Hayes across several state lines. The pieces of puzzle weren't fitting. His victims were different races, gender, and sexual orientation. The only common factor was the fact that they were all the same age give or take a year. His latest clues lead him to Chicago where the trail went cold. Something wasn't right about the way he was circling the map it was too random as if it had a purpose.

Frustrated he decided to stay a few extra days in the windy city. It had been awhile since he'd been there and since the case had hit a wall, it would do him some good to try and distance himself from it until he got his bearings again.

He was sitting in the corner of the restaurant when she walked in, more like sashayed into the room. John briefly looked up from his paper. He noticed that she was tall, slender yet with slight curves to her figure that peeked through as her coat fell open while she walked. Staring at her he could tell she was attractive. But John couldn't see her face that was hidden under a pair of dark sunglasses. What he wouldn't give right now to have her remove those glasses.

"What the hell?" he thought to himself, "McBain, you definitely need to take a break."

Returning his attention back to his paper he picked up his coffee and sipped. Then he heard the sound of her voice. It was a soft, low, resonant sound, a jazzy and mystical purring in his ears. John needed to see her face. Several heads, men and women, turned to get a look as well.

The waiter settled her at a table not too far away from where he was seated. She put down her purse and shopping bags. From the looks of it, the woman liked to shop and at very nice boutiques. He noticed bags from Neiman Marcus & Saks, indicating she was very polished; way out of his league. He also thought he saw one from Victoria Secrets and smiled slyly. He hoped he saw one from Victoria Secrets. Sipping his coffee again he wondered what 'secrets' she might have and inwardly grinned to himself at the pleasure he might have in trying to 'find' these little secrets.

John tried to put a stop to such thought.

"Geez, McBain stop thinking like some high school kid. You've seen beautiful women before." He shook his head slightly to clear his mind.

Then he went back to staring at her from over the rim of his paper. He was silently willing her to remove her sunglasses so that he would get a better look at her face. He was finally rewarded and smiled pleasantly to himself.

Her eyes were so dark, a man could get lost in them. A man would want to get lost in them and never be found again. She had long dark lashes, light brown skin, a small nose and the kind of lips that were meant to be kissed. With an effort, he pulled his eyes away.

She picked up the menu and placed her order with the waiter. John couldn't help but steal small glances in her direction. He wondered if she was eating alone or waiting for someone. She kept glancing over at the door as if expecting someone to show up. Instead her cell phone rang. John couldn't help but notice that she was disappointed.

"Man's a fool who stands her up." John said to himself. "Watch it McBain, this is none of your business. You already have enough on your plate, you can't afford to get involved with anyone right now." Regaining his focus he scanned the patrons in the café. Short, tall, fat, small nothing was more interesting that the chocolate Diva that breezed in past him.

Fighting the urge to openly stare he had an internal conversation with himself. "Okay, would it be so bad if you had a little female companionship for a little bit?" he asked himself. "I mean when was the last time you had a conversation with a woman that wasn't a cop or a suspect."

Refusing to answer himself he looked at her crossed smooth legs. He didn't want to get involved with anyone but there was no reason to deny himself the pleasure of knowing her. Even if it was just for over a cup of coffee.

Standing and folding his paper under his arm he decided to walk over to her table. "I'm sorry to bother you but you seem to have been 'stood up' and since I'm eating alone, maybe we could share this meal together?" he said confident she wouldn't resist the McBain Irish charm.

He was rewarded with a stunned look. Those beautiful eyes narrowed to slits of black diamonds. "Excuse me?" was her reply in that smoky voice that made the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

"I'm just eating alone and I thought it would be more pleasant to have lunch with a beautiful woman, maybe even share a pleasant conversation. I'm sorry if I seemed forward or brash."

She continued to stare at him and John was beginning to feel like a complete ass.

Just as he was about to turn and move away, she responded in that soft voice of hers. "Please sit down."

Smiling before turning back to her he found himself relieved to hear her extend the invitation. Looking at her he was then rewarded with a smile that seemed to light up her face. He felt himself smiling back, "Hi my name is…" But before he could finish she said, "No, no names."

John was surprised that wasn't something he was expecting.

She threw her head back and let out a peal of laughter that was sexy and as mysterious as her sparkling dark eyes. John wasn't too sure how to react to this. This was definitely turning into a very surprising afternoon. She finally calmed down and wiped the tears that sprung to her eyes from laughing so hard.

"I'm sorry, it's just that look you had…" she smiled again trying to control the threat of laughter that wanted to escape her lips. Lips that he wanted to kiss so badly, he was beginning to ache from the constant tease of their promise, to which she seemed oblivious.

"Well, it's not very nice to laugh at an Irishman, you might incur his wrath," but John couldn't help but smile and continue his stare at her soft ruby colored lips.

"Well, duly noted Irishman," she said with another smile.

"So is that to be my name now?" John asked pleasantly amused with the direction this conversation was taking.

"Yes," was her simple reply.

"And what do I call you then? Let me see…I know. I'll call you Angel?" He noticed the surprised look on her face. "Didn't you know that every Irishman has an Angel looking out for him?"

She seems to relax at hearing that.

"Oh really. What else do Irishmen have?" The question was posted very seductively. She fixed her eyes on him intensely and it was more than clear to John that it was now his move.

"Very many things but maybe I can start off by showing you my own personal Irishman's stick?" and there was no mistake by the look in his eyes what his meaning was. That didn't seem to bother her since he was again rewarded with the sound of her laughter. For the first time, McBain was actually looking forward to his few days of rest.

"Where are you staying Irishman?" she asked as the waiter laid her salad in front of her.
"At the W hotel around the block." He responded watching her delicate manicured hands pick up her fork and toss the green leafy vegetation around her plate.

"That's a nice hotel….always wondered what the rooms were like.." she said is a soft whisper peeking up at him.

John sees the desire in her eyes and he can't believe his luck, he's positive by her demeanor she isn't a woman that just any man gets an offer like that from. Something in the dark mysterious way she is responding to him is causing him to fall and fall quick. Looking at her fingers again he doesn't see a ring. Who is she? And how did he get so lucky?

"How about I give you a tour" he said leaning in across the table.

She takes a slow bite of her salad from her fork and he sees her perfect pearly white teeth with a bonus glimpse of her tender pink tongue and fights not loose his cool demeanor.

"I'd like that Irishman, I'd like that a lot" she says then continues to eat her salad.

He watches her eat asking if she's from Chicago and gets no response. He gets it now this is to be their one encounter, she doesn't want to know him and doesn't want to share who she is.

Well that's fine, romance and love were luxuries he couldn't afford. The price to his heart was too high. Once she finished he paid the bill and she rose grabbing her bags. Walking behind her he watched her perfect calves muscles flex and relax with every step she took. Her coat open and stopping at the hem of her dress swayed as she sashayed between tables heading for the exit.

Reaching the door he pushed it open for her and she smiled sweetly. The Chicago wind caught her long thick black mane and blew it from her face. She slipped on her shades and waited for him to lead. Heading up the block they walked in an uncomfortable silence. Every so often he looked over at her and she would look back and smile. Her eyes hidden by her glasses.

Once they arrived at the hotel the doorman pulled open the large brass door eyeing her appreciatively before she stepped in. She smiles at him and John follows. He's noticed the passing glances of strangers when they were together. Most looked at her like she was a movie star or someone famous. It was the air she carried about her. The confidence she exuded.

John fishes in his pocket for his key and she waits patiently with him at the elevator. They both step on and hear the soft melodic Lionel Ritchie tune playing in the elevator. Hearing the ding he looks up to see the triangle with the number 12 lit indicating it was his floor.

She smiles and walks off the elevator with him and his nervousness has him walking faster than he anticipated. He'd never met and connected with a woman like this before. It was reckless and he was NEVER reckless. But after years wallowing in the death and mayhem of The Slasher case he wanted to be reckless.

She was the temptress he couldn't resist. When he opened his door she stepped through and looked around. Taking her bags to the far corner she peeled off her cashmere coat. The lavender wrap dress she wore clung to her curves and he was more than impressed with what he saw. She looked at him and pulled off her shades fixing her dark eyes on his.

"Irishman, care to pour me a drink?" she says kicking off her heels.

John finally finds his nerve and nods. Slipping the key card into his pocket he walks over to the bar in his suite and ask what she likes.

"Dirty Martini 3 olives" she says walking toward him.

John hears her approaching and looks for some vodka. "I don't have any olive juice" he says. Before turning to face her he feels her slip her arms around his waist. Confused by her aggressiveness he puts down the vodka bottle unable to move. Slowly she slides both hands up his chest coming to the first button on his shirt. He feels her breast pressed against his back as she undoes each button slowly.

"Angel, are you always this seductive with men you barely know?"

She laughs that musical soft laugh of hers and whispers in his ear "But I know you, you're my Irishman remember…"

John turns around and faces her. His shirt opens and she slides her hands over his muscled chest pushing it and his jacket off his shoulders. He moves his arms and helps her remove his clothes. She looks into his eyes. "I thought Irishmen's eyes were green" she says smiling slyly at him.

"They have been known to have blue eyes as well" he says hoarsely. Taking his hand he unties the knot to her wrap dress that hangs from hip. Once untied the dress peels open and reveals her black lacy bra with her breast swelling out of them. Looking at her breasts he smiles at how deliciously they sit up in front of him.

"I think my Irishman has found something he likes" she says again making him look into her eyes. John can't imagine how they got here but his desire for her was so strong in this moment he felt his breathing quicken.

She backs away from him and pulls the long strap through the loop of her dress opening it to him. Giving him a full view of her body she smiles wickedly as she lets the dress slowly fall from herbody.

John undoes his belt and drops his pants never once taking his eyes from hers. Walking to her he touches her arm and slides his hand up to her shoulder then neck. Her ruby lips full and soft part and he pulls her face to his running his tongue across them.

He hears the low moan escape her before he sticks his tongue through and scoops her in his arms. Kissing her and feeling her soft body he pulls her into his chest and runs his hand down to her round butt. Massaging it he stiffens and his need to be inside her causes him to feel light headed.

Bending over he scoops her up and carries her to the bed in the middle of the room. Laying her gently on the bed he continues to kiss her passionately and she tastes of honey. Releasing his hold on her he looks at her lying across the bed, her jet black hair fanned out across the white pillow making her skin more radiant to him.

She smiles that sly smile again and he runs his hand over her chest. The bra she's wearing has a front closure and he quickly presses the button freeing her breasts. They bounce up and he looks down at her milk chocolate nipples erect and greeting him.

Taking his hand, he touches them softly then squeezes them looking to elicit a reaction from her. Her eyes roll into her head from his touch but she doesn't make a sound. Sliding his hand over her pecan brown skin to her black panties he pulls at the rim and works them off her hips. She lifts to help him free her of them.

Climbing onto the bed he hovers over her and kisses her neck then uses his tongue to explore her body. Paying special attention to her nipples he sucks and licks at them while she squirms. Putting his hand between her legs he parts them and rubs his index finger against her clit. She raises and bends her left leg parting them more to give him access. Gently massaging her love button with his thumb he slides his middle finger inside of her and feels her wetness greet him while still making love to her breast with his tongue. Now she's very vocal and she moans and purrs as he drives her to climax with his hand. Feeling the explosion of desire escaping her he rolls on top of her and slides inside.

She opens her eyes and he sees her cool calculating persona slip away. He sees through to her, whoever she is, and she's more beautiful than he realized. Pushing further into her she grabs his hair with both hands and forces his face into hers. Kissing him now she rolls her tongue through his mouth and the sensation of the strange exotic kiss surprises him. He'd never felt anything like it.

Matching his thrust they both grunt through their kisses and he feels her strong legs wrapped around him forcing him deeper. Sliding his hands under her he grips her butt and set the rhythm that suits them both. Finally being released from the intoxicating kiss of hers his tongue travels to her neck as the warm vibrating sensation of her vaginal walls overtake him forcing him to administer love bits to her neck. She purrs in his ear and at first he can't make out what she saying. Concentrating and stifling his own passionate moans he listens intently

"My wonderful Irishman, you are delicious, take me baby I'm yours." she says softly and its all he needs to hear to be pushed completely over the edge. Loosing all sense of control he quickens his pace and releases a five-year-old delayed explosion into her that causes his head to pound from the strain. Exhausted and overcome by what she's done to him he collapses then rolls off her.

Breathing hard he tries to collect himself but can't. Feeling her soft hands rub his chest to calm him he closes his eyes and slips into a comfortable place. Within minutes he's asleep wrapped up in her arms. His perfect 'Angel '.

McBain rolled over, before opening his eyes he reached and felt nothing but space on the cool bed sheet. He knew that she'd left his room instantly. He wasn't really surprised but there was a part of him that was disappointed. He could still remember her response to his touch. No woman had ever made him react the way she had, not even Caitlyn.

He was unnerved and surprised by it all at once. He knew that he should feel relieved that she left. No excuses to make, no small talk, no exchanging of phone numbers that would never be used. It was just as it should be. So why did he feel so fucking disappointed that she wasn't still there?

Revised by tarskeewee08