I thought he'd go his own way, but he followed me to the nursery. Finn slept in the crib, so I softly ran my forefinger down his cheek and turned to go. Burke stood directly beside me, leaning down to kiss Finn's forehead.
"Is breá liom tú níos mó ná mo shaol féin," he said in a hoarse whisper.
I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from asking what he said to his son, but the loving tone he used sent my heart into my throat. Burke watched Finn for a moment before holding his hand out to me. I accepted it, and we went down the hall to the room Maddie was using.
I knocked on the door, and Maddie opened it after a moment. "Hi, you two."
"I just want you to know we're home. We checked on Finn; he's sleeping."
"Don't worry about us, hon. Get some sleep," she said with a wink.
How was I expected to sleep when Burke squeezed my butt as we walked down the hallway in the direction of his room?
Once he closed the door behind us, Burke moved toward me, pressing me against the wall and trapping me there. He ran his nose along the side of my throat and kissed my pulse.
"I figured I should tell you; I haven't touched another woman since we were together."
The breath I'd held came out in a shaky burst. Pushing his coat off his shoulders, I let it fall to the floor behind him. As he swirled his tongue behind my ear, I tried to remain upright on wobbly legs as I worked the knot on his tie until I could free it. With hands that wanted to tremble, I focused on unbuttoning his shirt. My lip firmly trapped between my teeth, I stared at the ink-covered expanse of chest I revealed. Needing to touch, I leaned forward to kiss across his shoulder and up to his throat. Hands roaming over his warm flesh, I glorified in the knowledge that this gorgeous man was mine now as I listened to his heavy panting in my ear.
He skimmed his fingers along the bottom of my dress, pushing it higher so he could reach the silkiness of my inner thigh. I wondered if he was waiting for my permission, so I grasped the hem and pulled it over my head. The long groan escaping his lips made me feel bold, so I arched my back to offer my breasts to him. Burke took each one in his hands, kneading and squeezing. When he reached behind me, I almost panicked.
"It's better to leave it on," I murmured.
Meeting my shy gaze, he frowned. "Why?"
Sighing, I admitted, "You don't want a milk shower."
With an irresistible smirk, he unhooked my bra and let the straps fall down my arms. "I don't care. Let it shower over me. I want to see them."
There was nothing else in my head as he flicked my nipples with his fingers. I cried out when he bent his head to suck on them, and again when the feeling went straight between my legs.
"Kinsley, do you want it fast or slow?" he asked against my skin, his touch almost brutal.
"I don't know."
“I need you so badly, I’m about to burst.” Running his hand down my flank, he hiked up my leg to wrap it around his waist. I felt him hard against me, proving how ready he was.
"Oh, God." I guess he really did want me.
He kissed me, stroking his tongue in and out, and my hips surged forward of their own accord. I writhed in his arms, so he picked me up to carry me to the bed.
When we lay beside each other, he looked into my eyes and ran a finger down my jaw. "Fast or slow, Kinsley?"
Barely able to catch my breath already, I mumbled, "Fast, please."
He chuckled. "I do aim to please."
Removing the last vestiges of his clothing before rejoining me, he ran his hands along the top of my underwear before slipping them down my legs. Running his fingers over my wetness, he looked into my eyes once more.
"Tell me if it hurts. You cried the first time we were together, and I know it's because I was careless."
I shook my head. "It's because I was overwhelmed."
Burke bent his head to kiss me thoroughly, sweeping his tongue into my mouth while moving his fingers lower and increasing their speed. As he used his other hand to play with my nipples, I clutched his shoulders, arching and crying out as an orgasm built. He kissed my throat, then moved back to my mouth to swallow my cries. When the crest broke, I rode his hand with a scream in my throat and fistfuls of his hair in my hands.
"Fuck, Kinsley, you're hot when I make you come."
No words came to me, so I urged him toward me with my hands on his hips. I needed him inside me immediately. He braced his hands on either side of me, looking down into my eyes. I nodded, more than ready for his exquisite intrusion.
