Chapter 3

Remington leaned close to Laura and without saying a word, kissed her lips. Laura closed her eyes, bringing her arms up around his neck as she kissed him back, tongues tasting, twisting. Bringing his hand up to her head, he used that advantage to guide her body down to the pillows.

Laying beside her, he simply held her, kissing her lips, now swollen with desire as she held him, her arms around his neck. Running her fingers through the back of his hair, she inhaled deeply as he began trailing kisses down her neck. Laura leaned her head back into the pillows, giving him more access to her long neck. Remington kissed and nibbled his way slowly down her neck to her shoulder.

He loved the softness of her freckled skin, wanting to kiss all of it. Reaching between her breasts, he unclipped her bra, sliding it off her shoulders slowly. Looking her in the eye, he took one breast in his hand, gently holding, running his thumb across her sensitive tip, watching her reaction. Seeing her smile, her eyes flash darker, he dropped his head down to taste her, licking the sensitive tip, moving to the other, feeling her shiver with anticipation.

Laura was having a hard time concentrating on anything but his hands and mouth on her body. It has been too long since anyone had touched her and honestly, no one had touched her quite like this. Wilson was never like this. With her hands still in his hair, she held him, arching into his mouth, wanting more but not quite sure how to relay that. She didn't want to rush this but at the same time it had been so long.

Remington could feel Laura responding, arching, twitching with anticipation. He smiled against her skin as he decided what he wanted to do next. There were so many wonderful techniques he could use but he knew he wasn't going to be able to tease her for too long. Besides that, they had the rest of the night, right? Or if things continued to go well, the rest of their lives.

Kissing his way back up, he began to tease her lips, gently biting one, then the other, small kisses in between. Running his hand down her body, he stopped on her hip, the feel of soft cotton under his fingers. Hooking his fingers in the waistband, he began to slide her panties off one hip, moving his hand across her stomach to the slide her panties off the other hip. Laura sensing what he was doing, arched her back, lifting her hips off the bed enough for him to slide them down. Remington stopped kissing her long enough to sit up and slide her panties off her long legs, caressing them on his way back up to lay beside her once again.

"Mr. Steele, I believe you are forgetting something," Laura said, as she ran her hands across his chest.

"Laura, I really think we need not be so formal," he replied with a wink. Laura looked up at him, his blue eyes seemed to get brighter with his desire where hers got darker.

"Well, what would you like me to call you? Acushla?" she asked. Remington couldn't believe what he had just heard. She was asking if she could call him sweetheart in his native Gaelic tongue. He hadn't had anyone call that since he was a very, very young lad.

"Laura, where ever did you learn that?" he stuttered out.

"Well, I overheard one of the maids talking to one of the gardeners. He called her Acushla and she blushed. I wasn't sure what it meant until I asked Mickeline. He told me and well, it seems fitting."

Remington just looked at her again, tears in his eyes once again. He was not typically an emotional man however with everything that had occurred recently, he simply couldn't help it. "Mo grá thú" he said to her, his Irish accent thick with both love and desire.

"Now what does that mean?" Laura laughed.

"It means I'm still overdressed…" Remington replied, sliding his boxers off and tossing them off the bed.

Laura wanted him to make love to her more than anyone else before him. She reached up and pulled him down to her in a demanding kiss, curling her leg around his hip in the process. She still didn't know what it meant but she was sure she would find out one way or another.

Remington was trying hard to keep himself under control. Icy calm, my boy, icy calm. He wanted to savor every moment. Laura was making it very difficult though. She began squirming under him, tired of the slow game he was trying to play, wanting so much more.

Reaching down, she wrapped her hand around his shaft, gently stroking him, trying to guide him to her.

Remington grabbed her wrist gently, "Now, now, Laura, let's play nice."

Releasing him, she instead took his hand and guided him to her center, now hot, wet and waiting. "I don't want to play anymore, Acushla," she said, almost demanding.

Remington almost lost it when he ran his fingers through her perfectly manicured mound, slipping inside with ease. Laura tipped her hips forward, looking for more. Sliding his hand up her body, he maneuvered himself between her legs, aligning with her tight opening. He wanted to watch her as he entered her for the first time.

As he slowly pushed forward, Laura opened her eyes and looked at him watching her. Remington had a silent tear sliding down his cheek, the last thing she ever expected to see. Reaching up, she wiped it away, pulling him down to kiss her as he began to move.

It wasn't long before they were both clinging to each other, afraid to let go. Laura's breath was shallow, coming in gasps. She was so close to her pinnacle she was beginning to lose control. She began lifting her hips to meet his every thrust.

Remington was trying to hold back, wanting her to go before him. He wanted to feel her tense around him, to pull him closer than ever.

He leaned down to whisper in her ear "Mo grá thú, I love you Laura". Laura didn't need anything else.

The spasms began deep in her center, pulling him in deeper as well. She cried out, again and again, as each spasm was like a wave cresting over her. Remington was only a few strokes behind her, holding her tight, repeating her name over and over as they rode the waves of pleasure together.