“What’s that.” Her eyelids were heavy from desire. Oh, when would he touch her again?
“This.” Finn methodically plucked the combs and pins from her hair. He tossed them away, and they pinged all over the floor. As the red waves tumbled down around her body, he groaned and tangled his fingers into the tresses. “You’re beautiful, a siren, a goddess, a wood sprite of my very own, escaped from a storybook exclusively for me.” He tugged on her hair, tilting her head backward, and when he claimed her lips, his kiss hard and demanding, she was lost.
For several minutes she kissed him back, following his lead and chasing his tongue as he did the same to her. With each heated pass, every nip and nibble, pressure coiled and stacked in her lower belly searching for an outlet. When she wrenched away merely to breathe, her hunger for him had only increased.
“Finn, stop for a moment. Let me catch up.”
“Oh, no.” His strong hands were at her waist. “We’re barely getting started.”
Jane squealed when he tossed her onto the bed. She landed on her back in the midst of soft down pillows. The luxurious sheets were decadent against her bare skin. He pulled himself beside her, kissed her lips again, and urged her onto her stomach. Excitement coursed through her veins. Where had this man come from who had a sudden verve for physical intimacy? With a gentle hand, he parted her legs, then his fingers were at her sex and in her channel, tenderly pumping, driving her wild, stretching and exploring, while he coaxed that tiny bundle of nerves out of hiding. “What are you doing?” The inquiry was breathless, for her traitorous body immediately responded to his overtures. Warning tremors began deep inside her core. Oh, she wanted this man above everything in life, but could she survive this new intensity?
Finn chuckled. The sound reverberated in her chest. “Preparing to worship your form.”
“Shouldn’t we talk first?” Every word she’d wished to utter flew right out of her head, for how could she think, breathe, do anything else when he created such magic? She writhed from his touch, bucked against his hand. “Love me,” she whispered, needing him more than anything in the world, hoping that her words would prompt his.
He moved the mass of her hair from her back and kissed her nape. “I rather think I’ve been endeavoring to do that all along, but I only just realized how.”
“Oh, Finn.” How romantic he was! All too soon, her body tensed from his constant ministrations. The quick pressure that had built from his first touch broke and she shattered with a gentle release that had her pressing her face into a pillow to muffle her scream of repletion. “It was so fast. I had no idea…”
“That was only the beginning, love,” Finn replied as he encouraged her onto her back. If she were concerned that he hadn’t said the words, the look in his eyes completely obliterated the worry. Such love lingered there that it stole her breath and renewed the contractions inside. This was the man she knew he could he. This was the man she’d always wanted. This was her Finn.
Oh, dear Lord, I think I’m in a spot of bother.And she couldn’t be happier.