Chapter Twenty-One
The endearment had felt all too natural, and Finn couldn’t wait to use it another thousand times as their future unfolded. Beyond that, giving her pleasure had become one of his favorite responsibilities. Watching those emotions dance through her expression heightened his own feelings. As love and affection and need crashed together in her gorgeous emerald eyes, he couldn’t imagine a place where he belonged more than with her.
“Ah, Jane, how much I adore you.” Unable to stop his grin, he pulled himself on top of her, his mid-chest resting between her splayed legs. “You were made for being loved—by me.” Finn teased and tortured her tempting curves with his mouth, teeth, and tongue until she writhed beneath him or alternately guided his head to where she wanted him the most. He explored every inch of her body that smelled like summer, from the gentle swell of her belly to the fullness of her breasts to the nice roundness of her hips. Once he was done, he did it all over again because she was his.
He would officially ask for that right later.
Intense joy welled through his chest from the new freedom he’d found with her. Now that he understood making a woman happy and content went beyond physically lying with her, penetrating her, showing off his prowess, he’d broken away from of some of the fetters that had previously bound him. Intimacy was in how a man spent time with his lady, how he attended to her needs, how he treated her outside of the bedroom, and he reveled in the knowledge. It was a challenge to him, a game perhaps, to see how many times he could make her find release, how many times he could send her flying into bliss, for witnessing this woman—his woman—in the throes of passion was its own reward.
Why have I never grasped this concept before?
For long moments, Finn gave thorough attention to her breasts and nipples, loving her body with abandon. Those dusky pink tips hardened from his touch, and when he rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers, took those full, quivering globes in his hands and explored every inch of them with his mouth, she trembled from the play; his name was a litany on her lips.
This was the woman he’d dreamed of those nights in hospitals when he thought his life was over. The longer he was with her, the more he thanked God she’d come into his life to turn his upside down and set him on an even greater path.
“Ah, Jane, you have no idea how much I’ve changed because of you.”
She uttered a murmured response he couldn’t make out, for her eyes were mere slits while her hands randomly plucked at the bedding, but he didn’t stop his exquisite torture. Once more he sent her to the edge and left her wanting, but oh he would give her so much more this afternoon.
“Dear God, Finn, you’re… wonderful.” In a daze, Jane blinked open her eyes as he lifted off. “I need…”
“I know.”
As she’d always instinctually known when they came together, she worked with him to provide him better access. Gathering pillows, she reclined against them, her back arched, her bum and hips elevated, her legs spread and in the perfect position for him to devour her.
“In the past I’d tell you that I don’t deserve you, but I’ve since learned it’s not a true statement.” He met her gaze and grinned. Never had he felt so happy or uninhibited. “The two of us together will become a force—a storm if you will—and I’ve finally seen my worth because you’ve dared to love me.” The fact that his voice broke on the last words was a testament to his own state of mind.
Then, he turned his attention to her, the woman who’d changed everything. Like a man who was finally offered his favorite dish after being held prisoner for years, he feasted. Finn gripped her thighs, splaying her further open and delved his head between them, licking, suckling, tasting the very essence of the woman he loved and adored beyond reason. When he penetrated her warmth with his tongue, she uttered his name, but a moan stole it away. Over and over, he thrust into her, while flicking that tiny swollen button with a finger. Her responses to his attentions sent satisfaction through his chest, and still he worked to bring her to new heights of ecstasy.
“Oh Finn, oh Finn, oh Finn…” Jane bucked her hips, putting herself more firmly into his care.
With a smug chuckle against her flesh, he renewed his attentions. He suckled that little nubbin while thrusting two fingers into her core. Quickly, he found a rhythm he liked, and she obviously enjoyed it, for soon her whole body shook. Her thighs quivered at his cheeks, and her feminine walls fluttered, gently at first, then with more force the longer he teased with his tongue.
“Finn!” She came undone in spectacular fashion, biting into the heel of her hand to keep her screams at bay.
Was there ever a more beautiful sight than seeing a woman shatter from his hand? Because he was an arse, or perhaps because he adored the hell out of her, he didn’t relent his exquisite handling, not until he’d brought her to the edge and sent her over once more.
When he finally lifted off, Jane sagged into the pillows, her body flushed and limp, her breathing ragged, tears rolling down her cheeks and into her ears, but she was the vision he’d seen shortly after meeting her—naked in his bed with her glorious red hair spread out on his pillows.
“Oh, you wicked, wicked man,” she managed to gasp after some minutes had passed. “Prepare for retribution.”
His heart squeezed. She matched him in every way, treated him as an equal. “We’ll see who gives quarter first.” How had he been so fortunate to win her? Some of his confidence faltered as she clambered to her knees and pushed him onto his back. What if after all of this, she didn’t wish to marry him, for he’d planned to ask her after bedding her, which was the reason for his family vacating the townhouse.
“No losing yourself to dark thoughts that will steal your bravery.” Jane wasn’t a hesitant miss in matters of physical pleasure, and he adored that about her. A woman who knew her own mind was attractive and drugging.
Anticipation buzzed through him as she yanked off his loose linen shirt and tossed it away. “I’ve wanted to explore your body for so long.” She licked and nibbled and nipped her way over his chest until it was his turn to shudder with need. How was it possible when he couldn’t feel anything with his prick? She peppered his face with kisses, explored beneath his jaw until she found a spot that apparently had the power to drive him insane, and when she touched the tip of her tongue to one of his flat nipples, he inhaled sharply.
“Oh, God, I never knew…” His chest tightened as she flicked the hardened nub with her tongue, and with her fingers, she worried the other, plucking, twisting, pushing him toward the brink as he’d done to her. Finn gasped at the sensations she invoked, marveled at the waves of pleasure breaking over him that had nothing to do with his member or his stones. “My thinking was flawed,” he rasped out. “I assumed a man could only find stimulation through his equipage.”
“Surprise, dearest.” She winked and continued to separate him from his sanity.
In intimacy, as with everything else, one must be creative and play up one’s advantages. Jane had that in spades.
Dear Lord, what is happening to me?
He was going to perish from the relentless throbs of longing and need in his chest. Tingles crept along his upper back and nape to heighten the pleasure she brought him. When she left off from his nipples to kiss his neck, gently nip his earlobe, his upper body nearly arched off the bed. He was powerless to stop her even if he’d wanted to.
Holding his gaze, Jane walked her fingers down his body. He enjoyed the light sensations until she hit his navel and all feeling ceased. She paused at the towel he wore. “Do you mind?”