Again, Brigid flashed that smile of pure feminine delight at the idea of straining his control, then the combination of his words and his body moving inside hers as they mounted the stairs had her moaning in a low purr. "S'long as ye don't mind a gale blowin about ye, then I'd not mind a bit."

Her head dropped back and her fingers dug into his shoulders again. "It's like I can already feel ye lickin and nippin at me, Jack. Christ jaysus what ye do t'me."