You are My Everything

Traveling to London to attend her goddaughter’s commitment ceremony, the most trouble neonatal physician Beverly Palmer planned to get into was shopping the exclusive shops for some sexy boots, handbags and linen. She had no thoughts of love or romance until the day she walked into a restaurant and met her future. One look and she knew her life would be forever changed. After the death of his wife decades ago, entrepreneur Seamus MacVichie had resigned himself to living out the rest of his life alone. Though he would’ve liked having someone special to share his life with, he wasn’t looking. The last thing he expected was to find the perfect woman in one of his own restaurants, but there she was. Seeing his destiny shining in the eyes of this woman, he wasn’t going to waste any time. Accustomed to going after what he wanted, he set about claiming his future. Now all he had to do was convince the lovely physician. “You were supposed to have me home by midnight, you know,” Bev reminded him. Seamus glanced at his watch and shrugged. “Well, since it’s already half past and I’m in trouble, I may as well make it worth my while.” “You know Sharon’s gonna kill you, right?” He flashed her that quick wink she was growing to love. “I will die a happy man, M’aingeal, a very happy man.” Wrapped in Seamus’ brawny arms and cuddled for long minutes while he tried to imprint his lips on hers, Bev didn’t really care about the time as she stroked the tip of her tongue over the tip of his when he entered her mouth. Her womb contracted and her clit tingled, begging to be stroked, sucked, nibbled. Seamus kissed her like he wanted her to feel his kiss until the next time they were together. Delicious, the man was simply delicious…one of the best meals she’d ever sampled. From the feel of his erection trying to stamp itself on her stomach, it was clear he was as reluctant to end their goodnight kiss as she was. “Leannán, we need to stop…I don’t want to but we really need…I won’t dishonour you by giving the neighbours any reason to gossip about you,” Seamus said as he gently eased her away from him. Even though he’d put distance between them, he didn’t stop touching her. With his forehead resting against hers, he stroked his hands up and down her arms. “I hope you’re not trying to calm me down,” she said with a smile in her voice. Didn’t this man know what his touch did? “I wouldn’t dream of it.” “Glad to hear it, Pinocchio. Let’s go, then.” Wouldn’t I just love to throw responsibility out the window—if only for a minute.