Chapter Twenty-Nine
Finn pulled aside Rose’s drawers, feeling the dampness in her dark curls. His brain was awash in disbelief at what was about to occur. Sheer gratification, as well as gratitude, flowed through him when she arched and moaned as his knuckles brushed her opening. Clearly, she was as ready as he was.
Positioning the head of his shaft between her legs, Finn wished he had time to prolong their lovemaking, to touch every inch of her skin, to taste her, to suck her gorgeous breasts. But he couldn’t. That they were doing this at all, at this time, was madness — unexpected, miraculous, precisely like Rose — and he knew he mustn’t dally. Instead, he pressed into her, slowly and steadily.
Her body tightened around him, and he had to grind his teeth to keep from climaxing immediately.
“Finn?” she said uncertainly.
Was he hurting her?
“Should I stop?” he whispered against her neck.
“God, no,” she said. “Just ... I don’t know. It’s strange, but wonderfully so.”
She relaxed under him as he began to move, deep into her warmth and wetness, then drawing out again. He couldn’t last long, that was painfully obvious. Yet more than anything, he wanted her to experience the joy of coupling.
He kissed the white column of her neck and she arched it, exposing her vulnerability.
“Please,” Rose said.
“Tell me,” he murmured, barely able to think and unsure what she was asking.
“Can you touch me? Down there? At the same time as you ...?”
Frantically, he slipped his hand between their bodies, seeking her nubbin. He stroked his finger across its firmness, and she cried out. Loudly. Too loudly. Covering her mouth with his own to silence her, he continued his sensual ministrations.
“Mmmm,” she said.
“Mm?” he asked.
“Mmm, mmm, mmm.”
She was close, which was good because he feared he was closer.
Finn stroked her faster, while continuing to thrust deep into her passage. All at once, she stiffened, and he felt her body quivering against his. She twisted her head to break the contact of their mouths and take in great gasps of air as she neared utter repletion.
When he knew her to be sated, when the pressure at the base of his spine could not be held back a second longer, he pulled out of his wife and spent himself against the coiled rope beside her.
As soon as Rose opened her eyes and focused on him once more, she smiled, a satisfied look upon her lovely face.
Quickly, he helped her rearrange her clothing and then attended to his own.
“That was quite unexpected,” she said at last, glancing away and blushing as if he’d merely stolen a kiss.
Finn nearly laughed at her understatement. “That was extraordinary.”
Rose did laugh then, a throaty, delightful sound that wound its way around his heart. When she spoke again, it was to give him an order.
“Tell me what happened to you today.”
He hated to break the cocoon of placidity they’d created, but she was waiting for a response.
“A man held a gun to my head the other night in my room, so it’s no surprise you found it ransacked. I had no doubt he was quite real this time when he threatened to shoot my kneecaps.”
She gasped as if such viciousness had never occurred to her. And why should it have?
“Despite enlisting the help of the police, the intruder slipped away. Today, I thought I saw Liam here at the yard, precisely where he should not be, walking near the Commandant’s house.”
