by Force, Marie
As their lips met and her eyes closed, David kept his open so he could be certain she was with him and not reliving memories that would be better forgotten. He loved everything about kissing her, and could’ve so easily let the desire and the passion overtake his better judgment.
He went slowly, determined not to let it get out of hand the way it had the other night. But then her tongue slid over his lower lip, setting off a chain reaction that made him groan.
Apparently encouraged by his reaction, she did it again and again until he couldn’t remember his own name, let alone his vows to go slowly. Before he knew it, they were reclined on the sofa, facing each other as their tongues mated in a sensual battle.
With their bodies pressed together on the sofa, it wasn’t easy for David to hold back. And then he felt her tugging at his shirt, pulling it free from his pants. Her hand on his back was nothing short of electrifying. When he’d said he loved her touch, he wasn’t kidding.
Reluctantly, he eased off from the kiss, turning his focus toward her jaw and neck. She smelled so sweet, like soap and flowers. He could easily become addicted to that scent, he thought as he kissed his way to her throat and then focused on her collarbone.
Her free hand encircled his neck, keeping him from pulling back from her.
He knew he should stop before things went any further, so he dropped his forehead to her shoulder, summoning the control that had all but deserted him.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Nothing.”
“Why did you stop?”
“Because I…”
“It’s okay if you’re not in the mood. I didn’t mean to be so forward.”
Laughing softly, he flexed his hips so she could feel the evidence of how “not in the mood” he was.
“Oh.”
“Yeah. Definitely in the mood.”
“Then what’s wrong?” She combed her fingers through his hair, making his scalp tingle.
Every inch of him was affected by her touch. “I feel like we’re moving too fast. You were hurt badly, in more ways than one, and I need to be careful with you. Yet…”
“Yet?”
“I can’t get enough of you. When I kiss you, I forget all about being careful.”
“I’m not fragile, David. I won’t break.”
“You’re not fragile. You’re strong and resilient, and I respect that about you more than you know. But you were seriously injured not all that long ago. It would kill me if I ever did anything to hurt you.”
“It would hurt me if you treated me differently because of what happened with him.”
He blew out a deep breath, uncertain of what to say to that.
“I love when you kiss me,” she said. “I love when you touch me. And the last thing I’m thinking of when I’m kissing you is anything to do with him. I can barely remember my own name when you kiss me.”
He smiled because he knew exactly what she meant. “I’m still afraid of moving too fast and spooking you.”
“You won’t.”
“How do you know?”
“Because it’s you, and you’ve been so amazing from the very beginning. I’ve never been in a relationship like this one.”
“What makes it different?”
“I’m not afraid all the time. I’m not afraid of saying the wrong thing and making you mad or doing the wrong thing and waiting for you to explode. I feel safe with you.”
“I could kill him for putting you through that.”
“It was partly my fault.”
“How in the world can you say that?”
“I put up with it far longer than I should have. You and Blaine both tried to warn me after it happened the first time that he was escalating, but I was convinced that he loved me and would never really hurt me. I’d be dead if Blaine hadn’t gotten there when he did, so yes, I blame myself for not putting a stop to it sooner.”
“I hate to hear you blaming yourself for what he did.”
“I don’t blame myself for the violence. I blame myself for failing to see the handwriting on the wall where he was concerned. But I learned from it, and I’ll never let it happen again.”
“I don’t want you to ever be afraid like that again.”
“Neither do I.” Her palm was warm against his cheek. “I can’t imagine ever being afraid when I’m with you. So don’t treat me any differently than you’d treat any other woman.”
“You’re not any other woman, Daisy. You’re special.”
“I feel special when I’m with you.” With her hand on the back of his head, she drew him toward her for another kiss.
He’d planned to keep it chaste, but she had other ideas, teasing him with her tongue until he had no choice but to let go of all his worries and lose himself in her sweetness. His hand traveled down her back, over the curve of her bottom to the hem of her dress. He nearly lost it when he encountered the warm, soft skin of her upper leg.
She moaned and slid her leg between both of his, encouraging him to touch her more intimately.
He wanted to so badly. It had been a very long time since he’d wanted anything as badly as he wanted her. With her body tight against his and her tongue teasing and tempting him, it was hard to remember any of the reasons why he had thought to practice restraint with her.
It occurred to him that there was plenty they could do without going too far. He slowly slid his hand up the back of her leg as her fingertips pressed into the muscles on his back. Did he dare to go a little higher? The sweet curve of her ass beckoned, almost daring him to go for it as the mewling sounds coming from her told him how much she wanted him to keep going.
His hand curved around a small but supple cheek, squeezing and kneading as the kiss intensified.
All at once, she broke the kiss and took a series of deep breaths.
“Too much?” he asked.
“Not enough,” she replied, chuckling.
“Daisy,” he groaned. “You’re not making this easy.”
“Good. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop yet.”
He might be capable of some measure of control, but he was certainly no saint, and he hadn’t had sex in a really long time. Thus, it didn’t take much encouragement on her part to continue caressing her bottom while she squirmed against his rigidly erect cock. It took very little encouragement to slip his fingers beneath the elastic of her panties and delve into the liquid heat between her legs.
“David,” she said, gasping as he found the center of her desire.
“Is this okay?”
She nodded and initiated another kiss, using her lips and tongue to drive him slowly mad. And then she was pulling at his belt and tugging at the button to his pants and her warm, soft hand was wrapping around his shaft. All thoughts of going slow evaporated in a haze of desire that overtook him.
He slid his fingers into her channel, stroking her inside and out as she did the same for him. Her thumb slid through the moisture that had gathered at the tip, moving back and forth until he was on the verge of exploding in her hand.
Breaking the kiss, he pressed his face into the curve of her neck, breathing hard from the effort it took to hold back. “Daisy…”
“Hmm?”
“God… Don’t stop.”
“Same to you.”
Even in the throes of runaway passion, she made him smile. Determined now to help her find the ultimate pleasure, he focused his attention on the tight bundle of nerves at her core, teasing and stroking and caressing until he felt her tighten and tremble as she came.
Her release triggered his, and she stayed with him all the way, her hand tight around him as he let go of the worries and gave in to the desire.
When the trembling aftershocks subsided, he eased his fingers from between her legs and drew her dress down over her bottom. “That was hot,” he whispered against her lips, “but we made a bit of a mess.”
“It was well worth it.”
“Mmm. I completely agree.” He used the tail of
his dress shirt to clean up. “I should take you home.”
“Not yet.”
With her snuggled up to him, her hair fragrant against his face, the last thing he wanted to do was move. So he tried to relax and enjoy the sweet pleasure of holding her close. He closed his eyes, telling himself they’d leave soon. But first he wanted to hold her for a little while longer.
* * *
The moment Seamus’s mother was settled in her room for the night, Carolina walked out the back door and headed down the dirt road that led to the shore. She had to get out of that house before she lost her mind. Hours of pretending that nothing was wrong had left her worn and frazzled.
She couldn’t believe he’d done this to her—and to his mother. The poor woman had been shocked by how much older Carolina was than her son, which had been the first clue that Seamus had been less than honest about what he’d told his family back home in Ireland about her.
Carolina kept her head down and walked fast, guided by the light of the moon and the rage that drove her to get as far away from the house—and him—as she could get.
Pounding footsteps on the path had her spinning around as her rage intensified. “Go back to the house. I have nothing to say to you.”
“I have something to say to you.”
“What could you possibly say to fix this?”
“How about I’m sorry?”
“Sorry. You’re sorry. That’s great. I’m glad you’re sorry for completely humiliating me in front of your mother, not to mention how you made her feel by blindsiding her right off the boat. You made a total mess of this, and you’re sorry?” She tossed up her hands and turned to keep walking because she was afraid she might punch him again if she didn’t get away from him. Carolina Cantrell, who’d never struck another human being in her life, driven to violence by the man she loved. Wasn’t this a fine mess?
“Caro, honey, wait. Please let me explain.”
“I don’t want to talk to you right now.”
“I know, and I totally deserve that. But can I please tell you why I did it?”
Carolina would’ve chosen to keep walking if it wasn’t for the fact that his mother and cousin would be their guests for the next two weeks. Somehow, she had to make peace with Seamus or run the risk of alienating his family. “Fine. Tell me why you felt the need to lie to me and your mother.”
“I didn’t lie. Exactly.”
Incredulous, she said, “What would you call it?”
“I…I told her you were older than me.”
“Did you tell her how much older?”
“No.”
“Then you lied.”
“You don’t understand.”
“Make me understand, then.”
“My mum, she’s a lovely lady, but at times, she can be a bit… How to say this? Well, she can be judgmental. And I thought if she met you and saw how much I love you and how much you love me—or how much you loved me before you figured out I hadn’t told her about the age difference… I thought maybe if she saw us together, she’d see what I see when I look at you.” His hands curled around her hips. “I didn’t want her to come here with preconceived notions.”
“You should’ve told me so I’d be prepared for her reaction.”
“You’re absolutely right. I should have told you, and I’m so sorry I didn’t. You insisted we invite her here right when everything between us had settled into a good place. Your son knows, and the sky didn’t fall in. We were just getting somewhere. Finally. I didn’t want her to come here and undo all that by making you feel bad about yourself or your age or anything.”
“Why didn’t you tell me this?”
“I was scared, love.”
“Of what?”
“I was afraid if she knew about the age thing, she’d make it into a big deal in her mind before she even got here, and the whole thing would be a disaster. I wanted her to give you a chance.”
“I was embarrassed at the ferry landing.”
“I know, and I can’t tell you how sorry I am to have done that to you. That’s the last thing in the world I wanted.”
“You had to know it would happen when she saw me.”
“I’d hoped it wouldn’t.”
“Seamus…” She let her head fall forward onto his chest, because even when she was furious with him, she still loved him.
“I screwed up, love, and I hate that you got hurt.”
“I’m not hurt so much as angry. I hated being blindsided.”
“I’m so sorry. It’ll never happen again. I promise.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
In the faint glow of the moon, she could see the small smile that occupied his lips. “Forgive me, love?”
“Under one condition.”
“Anything. Whatever you want.”
“Shouldn’t you hear it before you agree to it?”
“If it means you’ll forgive me, I’ll do whatever you want me to.”
“I want you to tell your mother that I had nothing to do with the plan to deceive her.”
“Ugh, do I have to?”
“Do you want to be forgiven?”
“More than life itself.”
“Then that’s what you have to do.”
He moved his hands around to her back and stepped even closer to her. “I’ve already paid my fine. I told her it was all my dumb idea, and you had nothing to do with it. If it’s any consolation to you, she’s not happy with me either—and not because you’re older than me. Because I didn’t tell her before she came. So both the women I love best are mad at me.”
“Which you richly deserve.”
“Which I richly deserve. So am I forgiven?”
“You really told her I didn’t know?”
“I really told her, and for what it’s worth, she thinks you’re lovely and can easily see why I love you so much.”
“You made up that last part.”
“I did not! She really said that.”
“Your credibility has taken a bit of a hit tonight.”
“Do you still believe I love you?” he asked.
She shrugged, knowing her indifference would drive him mad. “I’m not sure. I might need some convincing.”
“Oh, love, do you know what happens when you toss a red flag in front of a bull?”
“I’m sure you’ll be happy to tell me all about what happens, but you have to catch me first.” Carolina pulled free of him and took off down the dirt lane she’d traversed her entire life.
He let out a bark of laughter and took off after her.
Knowing he was gaining on her, she ran faster, ducking into the brush to dodge him. She had the upper hand until her foot caught on a root and sent her flying into the darkness. “Crap,” she muttered, protecting her face with her arms as she landed hard in a bush full of thorns that tore at her skin as she came down.
“Caro? Where are you, love?”
She whimpered. Everything hurt, and she was hopelessly tangled and afraid to move for fear of further injuring herself.
“Oh my goodness,” Seamus said, using the flashlight app on his phone to illuminate her predicament. He pulled a knife from the leather case he wore on his belt and began hacking away at the branches.
“Watch your hands!”
“I don’t care about my hands. I’ve got to get you out of there.”
“Seamus…”
“What, love?” he asked, intent on his task.
“Hurts.”
“I know, honey. I’m going as fast as I can.” He cut and hacked at the branches until he had freed her limbs from the tangle. “Easy now,” he said as he took her hands and helped her to stand. “Aw, honey, you’re a bloody mess.”
Carolina tried to walk, but her tortured skin protested.
“Don’t try to move, Caro. I’ll carry you. Hold on to me.” He lifted her effortlessly and started back to the house. “That’ll teach you to run away from me.”
“I bet you put that thorn
bush there to teach me a lesson.”
His quiet chuckle made her smile, even though she hurt everywhere. “I never want to see you hurt like this.” Back at the house, he used his foot to kick open the door and deposited her gently on a kitchen chair. “Let me get the first aid kit.”
Since it hurt to breathe, Carolina remained as still as she possibly could until he returned and flipped on a light so he could better see her.
“Oh, honey, God.”
Angry, bloody scratches, some of them deep, covered her arms and legs. Fortunately, her shorts and T-shirt had protected much of her body.
“We might need to call Dr. David.”
“No, no doctor. We can clean it up. Hand me the gauze and some of the antibacterial ointment.”
“Now, now, love, settle yourself. I'll tend to your wounds. It’s my fault you have them, after all.”
Carolina risked the pain of movement to touch his jaw, which was tight with tension. “It’s not your fault. I was being foolish when I ran away from you. That was my fault. Not yours.”
His hands trembled ever so slightly as he applied the ointment to her ravaged skin. “You never would’ve been out there if I hadn’t driven you to seek refuge from me.”
“Seamus, don’t. It was a silly accident. It’s not your fault.”
“Well, it’s not yours either.”
“Why are we fighting about this?”
“Because. I don’t know. Hold still.” He was exceedingly gentle as he cleaned each of the cuts and scratches on her arms and legs.
The pain was tremendous, but Carolina held still and stayed quiet until he got the deepest gash on her thigh. Too bad she’d been wearing shorts instead of jeans.
“I don’t know about this one, love. It might need a stitch or two.”
“There are butterfly bandages in there. Let’s use them and see how it is tomorrow.”
Carolina bit her lip and tried to stay silent while he dabbed the ointment into the cut. Tears rolled down her face that she brushed away.
“Please don’t cry,” he whispered. “I can’t take it.”