Don't open your eyes Fiona, just keep them shut and everything will be fine. I think to myself as I resist the urge and try to hold on to the scene that plays out behind my eyelids…Michael pulling me from our bed, dropping to his knee, and asking me to marry him. Michael McBride had always been charming but I had never thought of him as romantic but last night changed that for me. When most girls dream of the day that their man proposes it usually involves a fancy dinner and dancing…flowers and Champaign…candlelight and elegant words…but none of these things describe my Michael. Yes he had taken me to dinners and even out dancing a few times but he wasn't a man of grand gestures, he was a simple, straightforward man and that was why I loved him, why I trusted him.

I open my eyes and blink as the darkness is replaced by the midday sunlight that pours in through the glass of the balcony door. I stretch the fingers of my left hand and relish in the feel of cold steel under my touch. I had slept with a gun under my pillow since my brother Liam gave me my first one on my 16th birthday, but this gun was special…it was an H&K USP Compact, it had a black body and a silver slide, a very common piece but the thing that made it so special was the fact that it was a present from Michael to celebrate our first job together in Germany, that same night he also gave me a new snow globe for my collection. As I pulled my hand out the sunlight bounced off the ring that adorned my finger and I couldn't help the smile that played at my lips. I arched my back and felt the arms that wrapped around my waist loosen their hold on me. As I slipped from the bed I laced my fingers together and stretched my arms out above my head, looking down I picked up the light blue button up shirt that Michael had been wearing yesterday. I loved this particular shirt because it perfectly complimented the stunning eyes.

I remembered Michael's rhapsody about his favorite parts of my body and as I slipped on the shirt I was enveloped in his scent and I thought of a few favorite parts of my own. I have always loved his eyes, their color and their expressiveness, I always know what Michael needed or wanted by looking into his icy blue eyes. Another favorite part of mine are his lips…the perfect bow and the extra fullness of his bottom lip. I often find myself nipping and sucking on that bottom lip every time we kiss and I know that it drives Michael crazy…in a very good way. But to me everything about his face is absolute perfection…his forehead, his eyes, his cheeks, his lips, his jaw. As my eyes scan the street below I come across my favorite place in the world. It's not the greatest place, to tell the truth it's a dingy little pub called The Black Sand that I have been going to with my brothers for as long as I can remember. But my mind takes me back to the night four months ago when I first met Michael McBride.

"Excuse me miss? Would you like to dance?" It was a simple question for a man to ask a woman. Any ordinary woman would have been flattered, but I am not an ordinary woman. As I turned I drew my gun from the pocket of my dress and pointed it in the direction of the unfortunate man who had asked me the simple question. I was greeted with quite a site…he was handsome, strong jaw, perfect full lips, and stunning blue eyes. I pressed the gun into his chest. "I assume that means yes?" he flashed me a smug smile and I curled my finger tighter around the trigger of the gun, "Where I'm from, this shiny piece of metal pointed at your chest means "back off." He focused his gaze on my face and it took all my strength not to moan. "And where I'm from, a fella has to wear his heart on his sleeve to get what he wants. So if you put a hole in my chest right here…you might just be doing me a favor." I released the breath that I was holding and tried to sound uninterested, "Charming, but I don't dance with strangers." He snickered and told me, "It's a good thing that I'm not a stranger. I'm the guy who asked you to dance." I had to admire his confidence…and his stupidity. I quickly finished my glass of red wine and sighed, "Fine, but I' telling you right now that if I say yes, and you ruin this lovely song with one clumsy step…" I pointed the gun at his chest again, "we go back to square one." I returned my pistol to my pocket and let him lead me to the dance floor.

I can still remember the first time I slid my hand into his and the spark that ran through my body when he placed the other on the small of my back. As we danced I was overtaken by his smell, a mixture that seems to belong only to him, an earthy musk with a metallic edge, gunpowder and testosterone. He was a perfect gentleman, his hands never leaving their placement…never trying to roam or cop a cheap feel, I liked this about him and it honestly made me want to feel more of him. I remember wrapping my arm tighter around his neck and pushing my small frame closer to him. I almost moaned when his warmth hit me but I swallowed it quickly. I was pleased when Michael didn't pull away and maddened when I realized the song was quickly coming to an end so I decided to find out more about this man.

"So do you come with a name?" I asked trying to sound casual. "Name's McBride. And who do I have the pleasure of dancing with?" I didn't want to sound too interested so I tested him by being a little smart. "You're pushing it McBride, be happy you got as far as a cross-step." He gave a light snicker and a half smile as he made a bold move and pulled me a hair closer to him. As the song ended I reluctantly pulled away from him and I could tell that he didn't want me to, a fact that secretly made me giggle on the inside. "You certainly know your way around the floor, I'll give you that." I gave him an honest smile and I was rewarded with a wide toothy grin. "Just the tip of the iceberg." Again he shoots me that wide grin. "That so? I guess I'll have to suffer through another song. His lips turned up into a flirty snear and my mind was torn between slapping him and kissing him. I have seen that snear many times since that night and it still inspires the same response from me. We did dance another song which quickly turned into many more between pints of Guinness, as the night wore on my need to touch him grew and I tested the waters during a slower song and let my hands thread into his hair and as I brought my lips to his ear I could feel his hands, which where laced around my waist, shake a bit. "You know McBride, you never gave me first name." Michael, he said with a slight studder as my fingers lightly pulled at his hair. "Michael," I let the name fall from my lips in a manner akin to a whispered moan when once is completely sated. My efforts to fluster him must have worked because I hear him swallow hard and I smiled a wicked smile that I was not yet willing to share with him as I push him farther. "I like it. I could get use to it." I dart my tongue out and ran it along the shell and when his nails dug into my skin I decided that he deserved something from me. "Fiona, but you can call me Fi." I nipped his ear and the moan that escaped his lips was pure ecstasy to me. "What do you say we find a dark spot and…explore." I felt the shock run through me as Michael pulled me flush against him and crushed his lips to mine for the first time. I was lost in the softness of his lips and the expert way that his tongue explored my mouth. I moaned into the kiss and Michael's answering snicker drove me over the edge. I started leading him backwards towards the nearest chair; we would find a darker place later…right now I needed to feel more of him.

I broke the kiss, both of us desperate for air, as I pushed him into the chair and quickly settled into his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck. I rocked forward and let my core come into full contact with his hardness, as his head fell back my name escaped his lips in a moaned shutter. His hands locked onto my hips stopping my movements and making me pout. "Fiona, please." His eyes locked with mine and I felt the wetness in my core grow. "Easy goes my lass, we have all night." I covered his hands with mine and silently encouraged him to let me move, and with a firm thrust he let me continue my movements. His eyes where alight with a desire that was quickly driving me insane with a want to be inside him. "Michael." My voice was heavy with lust and I was aching to feel his hands anywhere but their current, safely neutral position on my hips. Again I let my lips hover over his ear, "Touch me love." I gave his hands a firm squeeze and then released them. "Where do you want me Fi?" I whimpered and let my tongue roll across my lips, and action that was not lost on Michael, who eyes followed the trial of my tongue. "Anywhere, love…everywhere." He snickered and the snear returned to his lips. "I want you to guild me…show me how to…please you." I swallowed hard and Michael laughed. My mind was flooded with ideas and images and I blurted out the first thing that popped into my mind. "My sides." And I was rewarded with the feel of his fingers gently weaving up my ribs and stopping just an inch from my breasts. "My back." His hands ran up my back, stopping at the nape of my neck before the trigger fingers of both of his hands traced down the column of my spine, sending a wave of electricity through my whole body. His hands returned to their starting location and I let a moan fall from my lips. "My stomach." His trigger fingers ran up my torso at an agonizingly slow speed, again they stopped an inch from my breasts and my mind screamed for contact. "Do you want me to continue?" his question was dripping with lust and heavy with a promise of pleasure. "Please love." I wasn't one to beg but he inspired things in me that I was willing to explore. My head fell back as his fingers applied pressure to the quickly hardening nubs. "God…" my body was on fire under his touch and I rocked my core against him in a desperate attempt to feel more of him. I wanted to scream when his hands locked onto my hips and stilled me. "Mich…" but before I could protest fully his tongue trust into my mouth and he sucked at my tongue like a man seeking water. I moaned into the kiss and it seemed to spur him on. His thumb pressed into my nipples as his fingers pressed into the space between my ribs.

I pulled away from the kiss and kept Michael's bottom lip between my teeth and gave it a gentle nip and relished in the feel as Michael's hips bucked into mine. I release his lip and finally give him my wickedness smile. "You know Michael there isn't anything under this dress." I saw his jaw drop open slightly and the flash of pure lust in his eyes told me that I was playing with fire, and I was promised a burn that would be worth the scars. I guided Michael's hands down my torso and let them come to rest on my hips, and I waited for him to make the next move. His fingers spread wide and as they skimmed down my legs I let out a breath that I didn't even know that I was holding. As his fingers locked onto the hem of my dress I lifted myself up and allowed Michael to lift my dress over my ass before releasing it and letting the material pool around my waist. In a silent invitation I let my legs fall open and watched as Michael's tongue ran along the course of his lips and I wanted to claim him and bite down. I was in love with Michael's mouth after just a few kisses but I was hungry for more of him. His hands rested on my knees, his fingers gently messaging the skin of my thighs. I followed the course of his eyes, which started at my knees and traced up to my core. The sound that escaped Michael's lips was a moaned growl that set fire to every nerve in my body.

Michael's hands traveled up my legs and again his eyes followed the course of his hands which came to a stop just an inch from where I wanted him most. My eyes dropped back to my knees and felt the nerves in my body tense. "Look at me Fiona." I swallowed hard; I had never been the shy or reserved type so the fluttering feeling in my stomach unsettled me. "Fi, please." I swallowed hand again and hesitantly raised my eyes to meet Michael's. When our eyes finally met I was shocked by the expression that greeted me. The color of his eyes had cooled, gone was the dark, wild blue of a man of fire, replaced with a soft, shy blue. But what floored me was the gentle concern that almost brought tears to my eyes. I lifted my hands to his face; my fingers traced the line of his jaw, before I treaded them into his hair and brought his face to mine. "You listen to me McBride, you hurt me and I'll kick your ass back to…" I felt his thumb rub at my entrance and I could no longer keep my smart ass act going. "Kelkinney." His voice held a hint of playful sarcasm, I tilted my head and shot him a warning glance in an effort to regain control. "Kelkinney it is then, McBride." With that I kissed him hard and as our tongues began to duel I felt powerless to resist the pull that drew me to him.

I deepened the kiss and I felt the tip of his trigger finger gently spread apart my folds and push into me slowly. I broke the kiss and threw my head back as he set a pace that promised to drive me to the edge of my sanity. "God, your hands." My breath felt weak and my body was shaking with pleasure. He snickered and I almost came. "What about my hands, Fi." He stopped his movements and I let out a whimpered moan. "They're rough and calloused, soft, strong and…firm." His fingers pressed firmly into my skin and I placed my hands on his shoulders and gave them a forceful squeeze. "Please Michael, I need more." His fingers moved against the spot and the tension was too gentle, "Michael." I whined and he curled his finger up and hit that sweet spot and I let out a moan so loud I was sure the whole pub could hear it. His middle finger joined his trigger and he picked up his pace. "Michael, please." His free hand threaded into the hair at the nape of my neck and pulled my face to his. His lips hovered over my ear and I could smell the mix of mint and Guinness on his breath. "Fi you're so warm and…" his fingers left me and I watched as he raised them to his lips and sucked them clean, "and so sweet."

I rocked my hips forward and giggled when Michael let out a strained moan. "Someone needs a little…release." I rocked back and before he could protest my fingers made quick work of the button and zipper of his pants and had freed his rock hard erection. "Us Glenanne's are known for three things Michael…shagging, fighting, and drinking." I gingerly wrapped my fingers around his shaft and started to gently pump him. When he let out a moan I picked up my pace. "And I'm very, very good at the first." I rubbed the first drops of precum back in and earned a strained moan. "Would you like me inside of you Michael?" I watched as his eyes darkened and his hands gripped at my hips. I lifted myself up and let Michael position himself at my entrance. I felt his tip push in and I resisted the urge that told me to take him at once. I slowly took him into me inch by inch and when our hips connected we both let out a moan, the others name falling from our lips. I wrapped my arm around Michael's neck and he dug his fingers into the flesh of my hips as he encouraged me to increase our rhythm. As we reached our mutual climax I bit into the flesh of his shoulder as my name fell from his lips like a sinner's prayer. We rested, letting our breathing return to normal. I reluctantly slid out of him and he whined at the loss of contact. "I'm not done with you Michael. Come home with me?" he pulled me in for a slow and gentle kiss, "I'd love to Ms. Glenanne."

I felt the smile play at the corner of my mouth as the first rays of sunlight hit my face. I heard the sound of Michael's footsteps as he entered the balcony. I felt his arms wrap around my waist and I smiled when his lips brushed against my ear. "Up so early Fi? Come back to bed I'm cold without you." He pressed his body against my back and I felt his hardness press into my backside. I twisted around in his arms and his eyes were filled with lust. My arms encircled his neck and when I feel his hands cup my ass I wrap my legs around his waist and let out a slightly dramatic moan. "Let your Lass warm you up then, Michael."