As I walked into our bedroom I see him there…sitting up straight with his gun aimed in my direction. I unzip my dress and slid it off as Michael places his Sig 228 on the nightstand. "Everything is set. As soon as they start to move these guns…we can track down the entire network and send them away for good. Our contact just needs a couple of days to get the order together." I say as I sit at the end of the bed removing my heels.
"That was easy." He says with a hint of relief in his voice. "Easy? Cost me 25 grand upfront. You owe me a couple hundred fancy dinners." I give him a smile and I am reward with one in return. God I swear I love when he smiles.
"I promise you dinner once we set up a few precautions for our deal." Michael tells me as I slid into bed next to him. "You really know what to say to a lady." He moves closer to me and I feel his talented finger graze my sides. "All I mean is that I'm not comfortable dealing with dangerous gun runners…" he pauses for a moment and give me a seductive smile "…that I haven't had the pleasure of sharing a bed with." I draw in a breath and feel a tingle rise through my body "It's a pleasure huh? How so?"
"Well…I do have my favorite parts." he starts to trail feather light kisses up my neck, stopping only to place a gentle nib to my ear lobe. His lips continue to hover over my ear as his arms wrap possessively around my waist. "Let's start with your ears…" he licks the shell slowly and I try not to moan. He runs a finger along my jaw line "Your jaw, your cheek bones…strong and graceful." He places a soft kiss on my left and then my right cheek. A giggle escapes my lips because Michael rarely kisses me like this. He holds my face in his hands and stares deeply into my eyes, like he's trying to reach my soul. "But, nothing in this world is as beautiful as your eyes. In them I see everything a man could need, I see warmth and passion and light. I love the way you look when you're mixing a batch of rdx, the fire when you pull the trigger of a shotgun, the way you look at me when we're making love." I can feel the tears building in my eyes. One rolls down my cheek and he gently wiped it away. His hands returned to my face and again I found myself staring into the icy blue depths of Michael's eyes…eyes filled with love. "And then your lips…soft and wet and warm." Before I could take a breath he was kissing me, a deep passionate kiss, and a kiss that sent a shiver down my spine.
"God I love you Michael." He laughs and kisses me again, short and sweet. "And I love you Fi…forever. And now on to why it's a pleasure." His lips returned to my neck and I feel another shiver rock through my body. "I love your throat…graceful like a swan, and this little hollow." He dipped his tongue into it. "You collarbone." He bites down hard and I can't hold in the moan the escapes my lips. He kisses along my collarbone and moves down…stopping at the valley between my breasts. His hands ghost up my stomach and come to rest over them. "These…" he gives them a forceful squeeze "are perfect, so round and firm…and the right amount for my hands." He flicks his tongue over one of my nipples, he moans when the nub hardens under this tongue. "Forever…I could touch your body and never get tired." I place my hands on Michael's cheeks and pull his face to mine. I let my lips hover over his; I can smell the sweet mix that belonged only to him…a heady mixture of testosterone, gunpowder, and earthy musk. "And I could kiss you forever and never get tired." I told him before sucking his bottom lip into my mouth and giving it a nip…my way of taking control of the situation, and Michael is always so willing to let me.
Our lips met and our tongues started a dance for dominance. It's true…I could kiss this man forever and never want to stop. He becomes my breath, my oxygen, my life's force. He can stop my heart and then restart it in the same breath. He's an addiction that I can never walk away from. Our love was born out of violence, and pain, and passion. A younger me had dreams of meeting a man, falling in love, moving to the Irish country side and having a brood of kids. But that was before Claire's death…the event that changed the course of my life forever. When she was killed I became hungry for revenge. I joined the IRA as a way to exact that revenge, to go after the people that took my sister's life. Gone were the dreams of domestic bliss, replaced with explosives and arms dealings…and now Michael McBride. I love him but I know that we will never have that kind of a life, we may never settle down but I know that I will be by his side until he tells me to leave.
His lips return to their pervious course, returning to my breasts and continuing lower. His fingers run down my sides, lightly scraping as they travel and come to rest on my hips. He rests his face on my stomach and looks up at me. Again his eyes are filled with love and I am lost. I've loved Michael's eyes since the first time I saw him. They are a stunning shade of blue…icy and perfect…like the sky on a winter's day. He swirls his tongue around my belly button and I giggle at the sensation. "I love your ribs…your belly button…your stomach, and maybe someday…the baby inside of it." For a moment I am stunned, I can't think and I can't breathe. I wonder if my ears and mind are playing tricks on me. I didn't hear him say that, did I? A baby with Michael, it's a dream to good to ever come true. A million flashes run through my mind, each one better then the last…my growing belly…Michael singing to our unborn child…him on one knee…our wedding…him holding our child. I can't stop the tears that fall from my eyes. Michael's lips return to mine. I close my eyes and lose myself in the kiss…gentle and passionate…there is no fighting, no battle for control…it is simple two people connecting in love…two souls joining as one. The kiss ends and we are both breathless and sated. We lay there for what seems like an eternity, are bodies pressed together, we are silent…content to just hold each other.
He places a gentle kiss on my forehead, then the tip of my nose, then over each of my eyes, and lastly a chaste kiss on my lips. "I love you Fiona…never doubt that truth. No matter what you learn…my love for you is real." I look into his eyes and I see hurt, pain, and despair. "I love you Michael, nothing will ever change that…nothing." His lips returned to mine and all signs of gentleness are gone, I thread my hands into his hair…trying to pull him closer to me. We break away from the kiss as Michael's hands ghosted down my body, revisiting all the places he had already told me about and he stops at my belly button. "Now for a taste of heaven on earth." I smile because I know where he's going next and I can hardly wait for the pleasure to come. Michael's tongue finds my clit and as he flicks over the nub and I can feel every muscle in my stomach tighten in anticipation. "You smell amazing Fi…and you taste even better." He begins to work at my folds, sucking, nipping, and licking. Every action causes a tingle to run through me, fanning the flames of my desire for him.
"You're so sweet…like strawberries and honey." He pushes his tongue deep into of me and I moan loudly as I thread my hands into his hair, holding him to me. "And so salty, fiery…like gunpowder and lead." I smile because he knows me so well. As his tongue works its magic I feel his trigger finger enter me and it's all I need to push me over the edge. I came hard and fast and Michael doesn't stop sucking until he's completely emptied me. "You're Heaven, my Irish lass." He gives me a smile that stops my heart and steals my breath. "Then you're my angel, love." He brings his head to rest on my chest and I wrap my arms around him, reveling in the weight of his body against mine. "But it's your heart Fiona Glenanne that's my favorite part, it what makes you so perfect. I don't know why you choose to love a bastard like me but I thank God above that you do. You have a passion and a kindness, a fierce loyalty to your work, your family…and to me. You're everything a man could ever want and I pray that I never have to see a day that you aren't here in my arms. I have something to ask you."
I watch as he sits up, opens the dresser of the nightstand and pulls out a small dark green box. He takes my hands and pulls me out of bed. As he drops to one knee I feel my heart attempt to beat out of my chest. "Fiona Glenanne, I love you more than my own life. You bring passion and joy to my life and you're the only woman who will ever be able to hold my heart. I promise to love you, to protect you, and to be by your side forever. So my lass will you accept this token of my love and be my bride?" Michael opens the box to revel a beautiful asher cut diamond ring. "Michael McBride I swear you're trying to kill me. It's perfect, you're perfect and I love you forever. My answer is yes…yes I'll be your bride." He places the ring on my finger and then rises to his feet, sweeping me into his arms and pulling me into a long, slow, passionate kiss. I don't know what the future holds for us but maybe some of my dreams will become realities…only time will tell.