Beers, Hens, and Irishmen (Warbler's Point Series) (13 page)

             
She looked so damn adorable wrapped up in her blankets and drinking hot chocolate it took every ounce of energy to continue with the slides and not just stare at her soaking all her energy up.

             
“Before we really get going I just wanted to remind you that I have been quite a few places but like I said before I never really got to experience them like a tourist because of work but there were a couple of days here and there when I was able to sneak out for an hour or two to take a look around and really soak in the sights. That’s when I took these pictures.”

             
“I can’t wait.” Fiona replied in excitement.

             
Booker started with his stint in Africa where he spent time in Egypt filming a movie about a missing pyramid, not one of his better movies, but Egypt was beautiful.

             
“This is the Nile.” Booker said while displaying a picture of the longest river in the world.

             
“Oh my God, it’s beautiful. Is it true that the river flows north?”

             
“Yes, it is. This picture was actually taken at the Blue Nile Falls. I have only seen one thing more beautiful than this. It’s like a little oasis, a little paradise in the middle of a dessert. I swear you could find Timone and Pumba from The Lion King living here.”

             
That sprang a little chuckle from Fiona. “What is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen.”

             
Booker just stared at Fiona, implying it was her. She made a gagging noise and nailed him in the head with a cookie. “Don’t be corny.”

             
Booker rubbed his head and laughed. “It’s true!”

             
“Please! We all know that I am second best to the Nile.” She finished her sentence with a teasing smile.

             
“Alight, alright, I will give you that one.”

             
Booker continued to take Fiona around the world stopping in England, China, Australia, Alaska and to top it off…Ireland. That was what really caught her attention, he knew it would. He only had one picture, but it was one of his favorite pictures.

             
“Ok, this is the last stop and honestly my favorite place. This picture is actually my wallpaper on my computer.”

             
He clicked to the next slide and watched Fiona take the picture in. Her eyes were wide and started to fill with water. He couldn’t help but watch her pure face absorb every last inch of the picture. It was a picture looking over the Cliffs of Moher. The green of the cliffs were a stark contrast next to the deep blue of the ocean with the sun setting in the background. The picture could have easily been on a number of different post cards and displayed in multiple coffee table books.

             
“This was taken…”

             
She interrupted him and said, “The Cliffs of Moher.” She sounded almost breathless.

             
“Yes, how did you know?”

             
“It’s my parents’ favorite place. They used to talk about it all the time. My da proposed to my ma on the cliffs. I can’t believe you have been there and took this picture. It’s gorgeous.”

             
“Thanks.” They just sat there in silence as she took in the picture. He didn’t know what to say so he just let her study it. Finally after what seemed like forever she started to get up and fold her blanket, confusing the hell out of him.

             
“What are you doing?” He asked.

             
“I should probably get home, it’s getting late.”

             
Completely thrown off by her sudden change in attitude, he stopped her and made her look at him. “Did I do something wrong?”

             
She shook herself from him and looked in his eyes. “No you did nothing wrong. It’s just, you have been so many places and have experienced so many things. I don’t know why you want to hang out with a girl like me who has barely been out of her own state she was born in.”

             
“Fiona, I could care less where you have been or haven’t been. That doesn’t matter to me.”

             
“We are different people Booker. I don’t know exactly what you do for a job but it’s not wait tables at a family pub. You are part of a different class, you are with the glamorous crowd and God just look at you, you are practically perfect with your I-did-my-hair look but it really doesn’t look like you did and those stupid tight jeans and damn it, you have the perfect amount of stubble on your face making you so damn sexy…” She clamped her hand over her mouth and shook her head then proceeded to leave him behind his cabin alone.

             
She liked his jeans? She thought he was sexy? He had to remember to thank Blaire for the jean purchase. Well this night kept getting better and better at least he thought it did until he noticed she took off when he was day dreaming about what she said. He ran around the cabin and saw her walking toward the service road. He ran to catch up to her.

             
Pulling her arm so she was facing him he asked, “Where do you think you’re going?”

             
“I’m walking home.” She continued to walk but he stopped her again.

             
“You can’t just walk home, its dark and it’s too far and it’s freezing out.”

             
“I have walked home from here too many times than I can count. I’m a big girl I can handle myself.” She yanked her arm out of his grasp and started walking again. Irritated now, he grabbed her again.

             
“Fiona please stop. I don’t know what’s going on but I thought we were having a good night.”

             
“We were, until I realized I’m way out of my league here and whatever is going on between us is only going to lead to disappointment on my side. I truly appreciate what you did for me tonight and I will always remember it but I think it’s best if we just went our separate ways.”

             
She was not going to get off that easy. Just because she worked at a pub and he traveled around the world did not mean she was out of his league. There was no league to even compete in. He just wanted to be with her for who she was.

             
“Fiona, I could care less about what you do for a living or the fact that you have barely left Vermont. That crap doesn’t matter to me. I like you, you are fun, sweet, feisty and so damn intriguing it’s keeping me up at night just trying to figure you out. I showed you those pictures tonight because I wanted to show you a little piece of what I was able to experience. I’m so sorry if it upset you, that was not my intention.”

              Well now Fiona felt like crap. The last thing she wanted was for Booker to be apologizing for what he did for her tonight. No one had ever done anything so special and heartwarming for her. It was such a simple thing, but it was way more than an expensive dinner at the fanciest restaurant in Burlington, it was classic romance.

             
She wanted nothing more than to attach herself to Booker and let him show her everything he knew but she knew that he was not in the same class as her. Little pub girls didn’t get to be with world travelers like Booker or sexy GQ men like Booker. No, little pub girls ended up with the local drunk who started balding early or the local hunk who only saw her for her body and when they finally got sick of her tossed her to the trash.

             
She couldn’t let herself get too attached to Booker because it was too much of a risk. She knew she told herself that she would take things with Booker one day at a time but this one day was too much for her. If she let herself go any further with him she was only going to end up broken hearted. Just from the two encounters she had with him she knew she could fall hard for him and given the fact that he was a tourist and out of her league she couldn’t let herself get caught up in the whirlwind that was Booker.

             
Although, looking into those crystal blue eyes had her knees trembling. She couldn’t be rude to him since he set up such a beautiful night for her. She was being ungrateful right now storming off like some petulant child. No, she was going to be grateful and give herself this one night to enjoy Booker for everything he was and everything he was giving her. Then she was going to cut him off. It would be for her own good and for his.

             
“I’m sorry I ruined the night.” She finally said.

             
He pulled her into his large muscular chest and wrapped her in his warm embrace. His arms were firm vices wrapping around her small frame instilling warmth throughout her body. Since she decided she would give herself this one night, she wrapped her arms around him and rested her head on his chest. He placed his chin on the top of her head and kissed her hair.

             
“You didn’t ruin anything. Come on, I will take you home.”

             
But she didn’t want to go home, not yet at least. She wanted to be selfish for once. If this was going to be the last time she was going to allow herself to be with Booker, she was going to make it count.

             
He walked her back to his car but instead of letting him open the car door she brought him to the front of his cabin. He looked at her with a confused look on her face and she decided to just go for it. She leaned in, wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled his mouth down to hers.

Instantly it was like a bolt of electricity zapped between the two of them. She parted her lips for him and he took what she wanted him to
take. She never felt anything so good in her life. His tongue swirled around with hers and his kisses turned not only to want but they turned into need. He pushed her up against the door and deepened his kisses. Every part of her body was now tingling and she felt a dull throb starting to take place between her thighs. Suddenly her coat was too much for her, her entire body was starting to overheat.

“Open the door.” She said in between kisses.

             
                                                        ***

Booker couldn’t believe what was happening, for a moment he thought he was going to be walking Fiona home but instead he was making out with her and inviting her into his cabin. Well he didn’t quite invite her, she invited herself which he frankly didn’t have a problem with.

When they got into the cabin he led her to the bed while stripping off each other’s jackets. Damn cold weather. It felt like it took forever to remove everything, zippers and gloves getting in the way. Finally he had her just in her jeans and sweater and damn did she look good.

He worked his mouth from her luscious lips down the column or her neck to the little slope of her shoulder devouring every last inch of her. She nipped at his earlobe sending a bolt of pleasure straight to his cock. He was already hard but that little nibble caused him pain since he was straining against the zipper of his jeans. They needed to get undressed and quickly.

Forgetting about his ability to be a gentleman, he stopped her and looked into her eyes. He wanted to make sure she actually wanted this and was not going to have sex with him just because she felt bad about the way the night turned.

“Are you sure you want to do this Fiona?”

Breathlessly and moving towards his lips she said, “More than anything.” Then she took a hold of his mouth once again, devouring him like he was the last scoop of ice cream in the world.

She reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. The whip of cold air stunned him for a second until she took her tiny little hands and spanned them across his chest, exploring every last inch of him. The feel of her hands against his naked skin warmed his insides and only made him harder, which he didn’t think was possible. He heard a little groan come from her throat.

“Everything ok?”

“Yea.” She said placing a kiss on his chest. “How does a guy like you end up in Warblers Point? You’re so damn perfect.” She continued to explore his chest and then worked her hands to his belt and pants. She pushed past his waistline and cupped his balls and cock. She looked up at him in shock when she felt him. Her beautiful huge eyes were full of surprise. The shock made his pride surge. She was too damn cute.

She swallowed hard and said, “You’re huge…and practically hairless.”

That made a deep chuckle come from his chest. “Thank you babe. I keep up on my man-scaping.”

“I have never been with a man…
who, uh was practically bald…down there.”

Laughing again he said, “Just wait, it will rock your world.”

She gave him a little squeeze, making him buckle over and lose control. He took her sweater and pulled it over her head and started to undo her pants. When he looked up he finally noticed what he was finally privileged to see. Fiona had the most gorgeous breasts he had ever seen and they were still in her bra.