Lying next to me, he rubbed my stomach slowly. “Are you drinking the tea?”
“Ugh, I’m so tired of drinking that crap. But if it will help, then I will drink some in the morning.” I was not a tea person, but the last thing I needed was more pain.
“When we get back to the States, we’ll try something else,” he replied, kissing my shoulder.
“I’m still pissed at you,” I said softly, leaning into him.
“But I can’t be pissed at you because you’re carrying my child, talk about double standard,” he replied and I was just going to have to let that slide.
“Liam, I’m not ashamed of my past. Long before you came along, I had sex with…”
Breaking away from me, he rolled onto his back. “Ahh, please don’t share! I get it. I don’t like it, but please don’t share.”
Rolling over, I watched his face clench into a grimace as though he had smelled something ghastly.
“Men will never change.” I laughed, lying back down as music began to flow through the windows. It was loud, like a thousand drunken Irishmen trying to sing to the moon.
“Is that the festival?”
Tilting his head toward the window, Liam silently listened for a moment before sitting up.
“I forgot it was Féile Na Beatha.”
“The Festival of life?” I translated quickly.
Smirking, he nodded. “It originated as a festival for the Gods and Goddesses to mark the change from summer to fall. Praising them with songs while wine is shared, all in the hope that they would harvest enough for the winter. Now it’s just an excuse to sing obnoxiously loud while drunk in the streets.”
“Celtic Gods and Goddesses?” I was trying my best not laugh, however I couldn’t help it. Pulling me into his arms, we wrestled on top of the sheets for only a second before he pinned me down.
“Are you laughing at the ancient Gods of my kinsmen?” he smiled above me, only inches from my face.
“I’m sure they wouldn’t have minded, seeing as this is probably the first conversation about them in generations. Your ancient Gods suck.” I smiled as he shook his head at me.
“Just because they don’t get movie deals doesn’t mean they suck.”
“That’s exactly what it means. We have Jupiter, Apollo, Mars. Greece has Hercules and the Olympians. Shit, most Germanic regions have Thor and the Norse deities, and then there’s the Irish. Explains why you all jumped to Christianity so quickly.”
“Hercules was a hero, not a god.” He frowned, releasing my arms as he kissed down my neck.
“Now you have me intrigued with this ‘Féile na Beatha.’” I moaned, trying my best not to give in to him, but damn, he knew where to kiss. “We should go and witness your people in all their glory.”
Grabbing my breasts, he stopped and looked me in the eye. “Later.”
I knew that look.
“Liam, you better not…”
Rip.
I glared down at my now exposed bra before meeting his gaze.
“You dick.”
Smirking, he unbuckled his belt slowly. “As you wish, love.”
“Oh no you don’t.” I laughed, pushing him onto his back before straddling him, “You’ve pissed me off today.”
“Let me make it up to you then,” he said. Flipping me over before I could even blink, his hands were already pulling my jeans off with ease.
Using his teeth, he pulled at my underwear slowly until they were around my ankles then began kissing his way up.
“Liam…” I bit back a moan when his finger found itself inside me.
“Yes, love?” he said innocently, only stopping his lips to watch me while I moaned under him.
He moved in and out of me slowly…painfully slow, snickering as I rocked against his fingers and tried to force him to move faster.
“Liam…” He kissed me hard, nibbling on my lips while fucking me with his fingers.
“You pissed me off as well. But you’re making up for it.” He stopped momentarily. “I like seeing you squirm under me.”
“Hmmmm…” I moaned again as his fingers went faster, causing me to clench around them.
“All of this because of three fingers, baby?” He laughed, knowing exactly what he was doing. “I wonder how loudly my tongue will make you scream.”
“Liam, just…” He didn’t give me the chance to speak. Pulling his fingers from me, he spread my legs wide before attacking my pussy.
“Oh my God!” I moaned, as I wrapped my legs around his head and reached down to grab hold of his hair.
His tongue…Jesus fucking Christ his tongue. Holding on to my waist, his tongue went deeper inside of me, shaking me to my core as I thrust against his mouth. I couldn’t control myself. I wanted to ride his tongue. I wanted more of him.