His Wicked Celtic Kiss (10 page)

“I have it in the bag in the back. I'll change when I get there. I thought we would go to Crystal Crescent Beach. It's not too far away. I found it on the Internet.”

Lorcan keyed the information into the in-dash GPS, then plugged his iPhone into the USB port, and rock music began to play in the background. Placing the car in reverse, he backed out of the parking place. Heavy guitars and drums filled the car, accompanied by a crystal clear voice of amazing depth, range, and passion.

“Who's that?” Julie questioned.

“Submersed. Unfortunately, they're no longer a group, too bloody bad. This music is from 2004. Listen to how his voice soars.”

Julie smiled. “I'm learning about so much about music with you, Lorcan.”

He grinned. “There is so much more you can learn from me than music.”

Bleedin' hell.
He should hold the sexually charged innuendoes to a minimum, but he couldn't help himself. The GPS's female voice cut into the silence. “In 250 meters take exit three, on Ocean Gateway, then turn right.”

Lorcan complied and chanced a glance. Julie stared out the passenger window. She hadn't responded to his stupid comment. Just as well. He quickly scanned down her torso. The beach cover-up lay open revealing a black bathing suit that showed off those luscious breasts of hers. He didn't get near enough time to explore them as he would've liked. His thoughts drifted back to last week, Julie sprawled on his carpet, him licking and sucking her nipples. He bit back a moan. Now he'd done it. He swiftly hardened. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
Easy, lad.

The silence stretched for several more miles until it got heavy and uncomfortable.
Say something,
you eejit.
“Would you like to go out to dinner after the beach?”

She gave him a dazzling smile. “That would be wonderful.”

He turned his attention back to the road. This was not a woman to be taken up against the wall. Not yet at any rate. By her own admission, she had little experience with sex and he didn't want to frighten her, though he got the impression she wasn't easily frightened. Overwhelm her, then. Perhaps he had by showing off “his wicked Celtic kiss.”
Daft braggart.
Only one woman had told him he had a wicked Celtic kiss. She'd been drunk at the time and he on assignment with the secret service. It had meant nothing to him, a throwaway line for a perfunctory act in order to obtain information. Why he used the term with Julie ... well. To keep things light, sensual, and meaningless. Maybe he
was
arrogant. Considering her initial reaction, maybe he'd overestimated his skills. And what happened between had been far from meaningless. Aye, he wanted to take things slow with Julie. Savor it. He wanted to be the one to teach her—wicked and wonderful things.

“Do you go to the beach much?” he asked, trying to divert his thoughts from sex.

“No, I'm not really a beach person or a sun worshipper.”

Blast.
He should've asked her that before making the invitation. “Would you rather we did something else? We could drive along the shore.”

Julie touched his arm and a jolt of an electric shock shot through his body. “The beach is fine, Lorcan.”

Every time she said his name, his insides reeled. What the feck was the matter with him? “I admit I like the beach. I try to go when I can. I have one of those sound machines. I often fall asleep to the sound of the waves. Not quite like the real thing, but close enough. It brings me—peace.”
Right. Well, some nights it did.

Julie nodded and smiled. “I love the sound of waves, too. I've often thought I would love to own a place by the ocean. The pounding surf, the salt air. The seafood ... ”

“We'll find a seafood restaurant for dinner, nothing too fancy, would you like that? I could go for lobster,” Lorcan interjected.

“Oh, yes. I haven't had fresh seafood in quite a while.”

Lorcan, without thinking, clasped her hand and kissed it, then squeezed it affectionately before he let it go. “Then it's a plan. Seafood it is. Good thing I have the GPS.”

Lorcan smiled. This had all the makings of a brilliant day.

With a squeal of rubber, Lorcan pulled the S65 into the beach parking lot. The beach wasn't crowded, and a slight breeze wafted in from the water. The sun warmed the air, but you could feel a nip of coolness. The end of summer approached. Julie observed a cluster of clouds gathering in the distance. She hoped they wouldn't ruin the day.

She clenched her hand as it still tingled from Lorcan's kiss. What a gallant and romantic gesture. If he kept kissing her hand, she would faint right in front of him. Julie waited in the car because she knew he'd be around to open it. How wonderful. After exiting the vehicle, Lorcan reached for his gym bag and a blanket. The items appeared to be brand new. Guess she wasn't the only one who had gone on a shopping trip.

They walked along the boardwalk toward the beach area. She kicked off her sandals, picked them up and shoved them in her large purse. The sand under her feet and the salt air awaked her senses. Julie took Lorcan's hand, and her reward was a wink and a smile. Lorcan chuckled lightly. She glanced at him and smiled broadly. “I love the feel of sand between my toes!”

“Aye, but not in other crevices, I'm thinking.” Lorcan pointed to an area where there were hardly any people. “How about we set up there?”

Julie nodded. After laying out the blanket, Lorcan grabbed his gym bag. “I saw the changing area back there, just let me get into my beach suit. Put on some suntan lotion. We don't want that luscious skin burning to a crisp.” Julie watched as he strode off. He walked with such confidence and poetic fluidity he really could be a male model on a catwalk.

Beach suit? Her stomach dipped in anticipation.
Speedos.
No, he wouldn't, would he? He attracted enough attention. A couple of young girls tittered as he passed. An older woman sitting in a beach chair under an umbrella lowered her sunglasses on her nose and watched him walk by with a concentrated appreciation. The older woman fanned herself with her hand. Did she say something to Lorcan? He glanced over at the woman and laughed. Shameless old thing. Lorcan caused a stir and he hadn't even changed into his suit yet.

Julie reached in her bag for the suntan lotion, then removed her beach cover up, but kept the thin clam diggers she'd pulled on over her suit. She slathered the greasy liquid on her arms and neck.

Some minutes later, Julie stopped in mid-spread as Lorcan walked back toward her carrying his gym bag full of clothes. No Speedos, but he wore knee-length drawstring beach shorts with a sort of retro floral print that looked great on him. A small flutter of disappointment washed through her that he didn't wear something a little more revealing, but then he wind caught his hair and ruffled it slightly, and the chest she'd seen on display last week in his apartment aroused her afresh.

He wasn't pale like her, but his skin had a gleaming golden glow and his broad chest had a light dusting of brown hair. She itched to run her fingers through those short, dark curls. Virility came off him in waves. Her gaze moved lower to his tight, six-pack abs. Did he work out? Obviously. No one looked like that naturally. His waist was impossibly trim. Long, muscular, toned legs. Even his feet were faultless.

Julie dropped the suntan lotion the closer he approached. She was impossibly turned on. Ever since Lorcan had performed his wicked Celtic kiss, she had been in a virtual state of humming horniness. What had she been missing all these years? A lot. As she vowed, she would make up for her lack of sexual skill. In the car when he teased about all he could teach her, she had to look away because her insides dipped precariously as they had never dipped before. She'd bit back a moan as she didn't want him to see the affect he had on her with those few flirty words. She should've moaned. Let him see how he had aroused her.

He sat cross-legged on the blanket. “Should we go for a swim soon?”

“Ah ... I can't swim,” she replied with a laugh.

Lorcan raised an eyebrow. “Is that a fact? Well, growing up in Ireland surrounded by water, I became quite the proficient swimmer. I could give you a lesson or two. As I said, there
are
things I can teach you.”

She couldn't resist this time. Julie traced a bulging vein that snaked its way down his muscled bicep with the tip of her finger.

“Damn... ” he murmured.

The vein pulsed faster under her touch. A thrill of satisfaction bolted through her. The touch affected him. Lowering her voice to a silky whisper, she said, “And what else can you teach me? What else are you proficient at? I already had a taste or should I say,
you
had a taste.”

Lorcan's eyes popped open wide. She could see the shock at her naughty, suggestive words. Then those blue-green eyes darkened with desire. “You shouldn't say things like that, darlin'. Now I can't stand up.”

Julie continued to caress his arm. The taut muscles bunched and flexed at the slight brush of her fingers. “And why can't you stand ...
darlin'
?” she teased.

Lorcan pulled her down on the blanket with him, turning her on her side to face him. He leaned up on his elbow, his head propped up by his hand. “Do you want to know why? Are you ready to try something wicked?”

Julie nodded.

“Lay close to me. Like this,” he instructed.

She did as he asked. They were barely inches apart. He reached for one of the towels and laid it over his hips. “Touch me, and see why I can't stand,” his husky voice commanded.

“What ... but ... ” Julie's gaze darted around them. “We're in a public place!”

Lorcan leaned in and kissed her lips gently. Taking her bottom lip between his teeth, he nibbled softly. “No one can see. No one cares. Touch me.”

Julie couldn't believe this, but curiosity and sheer lust won out. She reached in under the towel. She didn't have to traverse far as her eager fingers soon found the hardness of him. In her couple of brief sexual experiences, she'd never touched the men in question, barely even seen their cocks. Yes—she just thought of the word “cock.” Her insides lurched then plummeted, like a brakeless elevator hurtling toward the basement floor. She curled her fingers around him and a long, low, throaty moan rumbled from deep inside Lorcan.

“Oh ... wow,” she murmured.

“Aye,” he ground out while she continued to caress his length.

Julie gave him a squeeze, and another moan burbled past his full lips. Lorcan reached under the towel, untied the drawstring and loosened the shorts. “Touch me. Hold me. Stroke my cock.”

He stilled, waiting for her to make a move.

The raw heat that roared through her couldn't even be put into words let alone coherent thoughts. She hesitated, but only for a minute. Julie wanted to touch him and she would deny herself nothing as far as Lorcan was concerned, just as she'd promised.

Lorcan twitched and quivered under her eager perusal. She did as he commanded and stroked him, and then circled the head of his prick with her thumb. “Oh, sweet Jaysus ... ” he moaned softly.

Julie glanced around. No one was close by and it looked as though they were doing nothing except talking. Two kids were plunked in the sand several hundred yards away building a sandcastle. A woman, probably their mother, lay on her stomach catching a few rays. An older couple walked hand in hand farther down the shoreline, their pant legs rolled up as they playfully kicked water at each other. Lorcan was right. No one cared.

What to do next? She had no idea, but grasped him tightly and then moved her hand slowly upward, then back down. Lorcan shook and shuddered. He groaned, a little louder and huskier this time.

“You sound like you're in pain, am I doing this right?” she asked in a low, conspirator-like tone.

“Darlin', this couldn't feel more right.” He cupped her cheek, and brushed his thumb past her lips. “It won't take much. Make me come. Now.”

His sensual words did not shock her. However, they managed to stoke her arousal even higher. She gripped him firmly.

“Tighter,” Lorcan murmured. “It's not made of glass.” She squeezed tightly, and then increased the pace of her strokes. He grunted. “Slower, or you will be drawing attention to us. Look at me, look into my eyes, what do you see?”

Julie slowed, and raised her head to lock her gaze with his. “You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen,” she whispered. “The color of a tropical ocean.”

“Thank you. Or thank my mother. They're hers.” A low, rumbling, sexy moan passed his lips. “There, that's it ... just like that. Perfect.” A smile of satisfaction curled about his sensual lips. “What else do you see?”

How to answer? Julie continued the deliberate, slow stroke. His words and the look of raw lust on his face. Unbelievable.

Lorcan didn't bother to wait for her reply. His gaze burned with emotion. “Desire. Need. I want you, Julie, like I have not wanted any other woman. Ever. You follow?”

Her heart swelled to near bursting. Somehow, Julie knew his words were sincere. He hadn't lied to her so far. “I follow.”

She put a little more gusto into her unhurried strokes. The feel of him—like hot satin over hardened steel. Maybe it was a lame comparison, but oh so true. It didn't take long. Their eyes stayed locked. She could see every emotion that played out in those fathomless, oceanic depths. Desire, lust, and as he said—need. His peak was close. Redness had spread over his upper chest and neck, and he alternately panted and groaned. With a sudden motion, Lorcan grabbed the towel and stuffed it down the front of his swimsuit. She pulled her hand away while Lorcan shuddered and moaned.

Julie watched, fascinated, as his muscular body shook from the power of his release. With his eyes closed tight, the muscles in his neck strained and pulled taut. The musky, masculine smell of him enveloped her. The smell of sex. She was incredibly aroused.