“Fuck, this place is nice.” Rory walked around the hotel suite, taking in their new surroundings for the next few days. Glancing out the expansive window, he could see the beaches and the Pacific Ocean stretching out before him. "We should stay an extra day, and spend it on the beach."

“I’m not staying here one more minute than I have to,” Clare replied, a tremor in her voice.

Shit, that was insensitive. “Of course. You’re right.” Rory crossed the room to where she was sitting on the edge of a plush king sized bed. “We’ll head to the airport the moment your testimony is over. They can tell us the verdict once we’re back in New York.”

She nodded, but still looked uneasy. Hell, she’d been a ball of nerves for the last week since they’d found out about the hearing. He’d done everything he could to distract her, but until it was over, there wasn’t much help he could really be.

“How about a walk? A little sand and sun to get our minds off everything?”

She glanced up at him, seemingly mulling over the idea. “Sure. Let me get changed first, though. Traveling all day makes me feel…blech.” She shook her hands, a small smile lighting her lips. “Actually, a shower might be really nice right now. Can you bring our bags in?”

“Sure.” Rory moved their bags from the doorway onto a table top, spreading them out to find some fresh clothes to wear. Within minutes, steam was billowing out of the bathroom as he heard Clare softly singing to herself under the running water.

The image of his wife’s hands sliding over her body, warm water cascading over her was more than enough to raise his attention—along with other parts of him. Despite their many years together, he was as attracted to her now as he’d ever been. They were both a little older, a little wiser, but their need for each other had never lessened.

Stripping off his clothes, Rory stepped into the steamy bathroom and knocked softly on the open door. “Clare?”

“Yeah?”

“Want some company?”

She peeked her head out from behind the shower curtain and let her eyes rake over his naked body. “You do look very dirty,” she teased.

His member pulsed at the way she looked at him. “So fucking dirty.” A groan escaped his throat as he crossed the bathroom and climbed into the shower behind her.

His lips were on hers the moment the warm water splashed over him, lifting her into his arms as she wrapped one leg around his waist. Pressed against her entrance, he walked her back against the tile wall and dipped to capture one of her nipples between his lips.

"Oh!" She gasped but pushed her hips against him harder. The friction was almost too much, wanting to bury himself in her completely. Not yet. She needed this first. She needed the distraction, and he was going to give it to her.

His tongue swirled around the pert bud, pulling gently as his free hand cupped her other breast. Her moans became louder, her hips moving faster as she pushed against him. Letting go of her breasts, he licked a trail up her chest and neck until devouring her mouth once more.

This time, he grabbed her ass with both hands and lifted her off the shower floor. She circled her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. She pushed against him once more, her heat too inviting to wait another moment. When he slid inside her, they melted together. Moans and grunts played in harmony to the rushing water from the shower head as he filled every inch of her.

Her legs began to shake, trembling against him. He moved quicker, chasing his own climax as she pulsed against him, crying out with pleasure.

“Rory!” A sharp pain pierced his shoulder, but it only made him harder. She liked to bite, and he was more than willing. “Oh, God. Oh, shit.”

He chuckled for a moment until his own release caught him off guard. Pressing her back to the tile wall, he grunted and emptied himself inside her. With every pulse, he pushed deeper until he had nothing left and they were just leaning against one another under the warm water.

“I feel like we didn’t do the best job cleaning up,” she teased, grabbing a tiny bottle of shampoo from a corner shelf.

Rory swatted her ass, chuckling. “Hand me that soap and I’ll get you clean.”

“Promises, promises.” But she handed him the soap, turning her back to him and running shampoo through her hair.

Reaching out of the shower, he grabbed a washcloth from the rack and began lathering it was the bar of soap and warm water. Slowly, thoroughly, he slid the cloth across every inch of her back and arms, reaching around to pay special attention to her breasts.

Clare moaned and leaned her back into him as he continued to wash her. Cleaning the suds off one hand, he slid it between her legs. Small circles, deep strokes, pushing her closer and closer to another climax.

She widened her stance to give him better access and dropped her head back onto his shoulder with a soft sigh. “I love you, Rory.” A dreamy murmur, her eyes closed.

His heart thudded in his chest, the way it always did when the love of his life reminded him how much she loved him too. Knowing he could elicit this pleasure for her, take her mind away from their current stressors, and bring her a momentary happiness was all he ever needed to feel fulfilled. “I love you, mhuirnín.”

Dipping a finger inside her core, he was soon holding her up as she shuddered and shook against him, lost in her climax. Satiated and tired, he finished washing her body and rinsed her hair with a gentle head massage before cleaning himself.

“Do you mind if we just stay in tonight?” Clare asked as they dressed in soft, plush bath robes. “Pay per view movie, room service, comfy bed…” She wiggled her brows suggestively as she let the bathrobe fall open.

His eyes immediately traveled south to the sliver of damp skin, and all thoughts of leaving bed tonight were gone. “Oh, hell yes.”

With one quick motion, he lifted her and gently tossed her onto the bed.

“Rory!” Clare shrieked, giggling as he climbed on top of her and pushed her robe open wider. “We haven’t even ordered room service yet!”

“I could eat.” He nipped the skin on the top of her breast before sliding down between her legs and spreading her wide.

She squirmed, her breath already quickening as he licked and nibbled her inner thigh moving closer and closer to her core. Then his tongue was on her—long, slow, steady strokes as she pushed against him. Feeling her tipping over the edge, he pressed faster and harder, flicking his tongue against her clit as he sucked it between his lips.

“Oh, God!” Clare turned her head into the pillow, her screams muffled and she shattered against him.

Just as she began to still, he moved higher and pressed his length inside her in one quick motion. She moaned, clenching her knees on either side of his hip as he thrust in and out of her.

“You feel so fucking good, Clare.” His words came out in a tense whisper, his body beginning to go over the same edge as she began pulsing around him again. “Come again for me, mhuirnín. Again.”

She shook her head, as if protesting the possibility, but there was no way he’d let her miss out on one second of this moment together. He thrust one final time, as deep as possible, and she fell apart around him. Spasms rocked his body until they both sank into the mattress, curled around one another.

“Luckiest. Girl. Alive,” Clare said with a contented sigh.

He loved when she said that. “Tabhair póg dom, cailín t-ádh.”

Give me a kiss, lucky girl.