Chapter Eighteen
“That’s good to hear, Hecate.” Finn’s voice was husky. “Because touching you is the most wonderful thing I could ever have imagined.”
“It is?”
“Oh yes.”
She heard the smile in his tone and wanted to turn over and look at his face, but she was afraid to. Afraid that she wouldn’t see what she hoped might be there in his eyes.
Desire.
It ran through her like a river of fire, lighting up her nerves, ignited by the gentle touch of his hand on her skin. The way he’d talked to her, listened to her, asked honest questions and still sat with her…this time she trusted her instincts. They were all saying the same thing.
Tonight. This is the night. This is the man.
Gathering her courage, she rolled over, knowing she was revealing so much more than she should. But one look at his face reassured her.
Even though the room was in shadows, she could see the glow in his eyes, the warmth radiating from him, and colours drifting around the bed. Reds and purples—the colours of desire.
“Finn,” she whispered, holding out her hand. “Come to me.”
He dragged his gaze away from her legs, even as his hand rose to cup the feminine curls. “I want to. So very much, Hecate.”
His hand wrapped around her, searing her sex, making her quiver and dampen. “Then come.”
“Are you sure?” He breathed the words, meeting her gaze with his own, eyelids lowered a little, his cheeks heating as he held her more tightly.
“Oh God,” she moaned as the heel of his hand pressed into tender flesh. “Oh God, Finn,yes.”
That was all it took.
Even though she could feel the sensual excitement surrounding his body, he rose carefully, easing himself up beside her on the bed as she moved to give him room.
“Hecate,” he whispered. “I want you so much.”
She reached for his face. “I know. I can feel how much…”
Since his rock hard masculinity was pushing into her flesh, her comment was doubly accurate. She could indeed feel the tingles of his need as it washed over her, and the physical evidence of that need was probably going to leave a bruise.
He kissed her then, allowing her to draw him to her.
Softly at first, and then—as they parted their lips in mutual invitation—more forcefully, a hunger building in each of them that not even the deepest and most passionate of kisses could assuage.
He raised himself on one elbow and struggled from his night garments. “I like the way you taste. Stardust and roses.”
Hecate stretched out her hand and laid her palm on his chest. “I like the way you feel. Strong, warm—hard…”
He chuckled, a rough sound that made her smile. “Sweetheart, I’m all of those. And you’re the reason why…”
He straddled her and lifted her nightrail away from her in next to no time, leaving it tangled above her as she raised her arms. She was caught, and he pinned her with one hand at her wrists.
“Ah, Hecate, love. This is how I dreamed you’d be…” He gazed at her nakedness, then swept his other hand from her cheek down over her breast to her hipbone. “Soft, smooth, like the finest silk a man could ever hope to touch…”
“I want you, Finn. And I know now is the time. This is right, between you and me. It’s fate, destiny…call it what you will. Just know that I have no doubts. I’msure.” She let her body relax underneath him. “I’ve seen us, Finn. Seen you as you push inside me, and seen myself taking you and wanting more.”
He groaned at her words. “You can’t know what you’re doing to me, woman…”
“I’m wanting you. That’s all.”
