“My goodness, you Irish are a terrible lot.”
Flynn rolled on his side and gathered her close.
“I must leave soon. I’d rather think this time can be better spent.”
“Oh? How?” She raised herself up on her elbows. The blanket fell away to expose her full, creamy-skinned breasts.
He drew in a breath as his groin hardened. “Allow me to show you.” Flynn pulled her back in his arms and rolled until she was beneath him.
Quinn knocked on the door. “Milord.” He called tactfully through the door. “As you requested, the carriage will be ready in an hour to take you to Dublin.”
“Dash it!” he murmured. “Thank you, Quinn. I’ll have coffee in the breakfast room when I’m dressed.”
Quinn scuttled off down the corridor, making a good deal of noise.
Flynn groaned and cradled her face in his hands. “I wish we had longer.” He pressed gentle kisses down her neck. “I need days, weeks, to make love to you.”
“I wish it, too.” She leaned back against the pillow, her hand on his nape, pulling him with her.
“When I return, my sweet, we will make up for lost time.” Flynn sought her mouth, his kisses hard and searching. He trailed kisses over her breasts, across her belly, and down.
“You’re not going to have time…” Her hands pulled at his hair. Then she gasped and clung to him. “Oh, that’s….”
Flynn twirled his tongue around the small bead as she writhed beneath him. Her body was slick with moisture, and she thrust her hips against him with increasing urgency. He couldn’t wait. He pulled her atop him, his hands on her hips, and with a groan of ecstasy, pushed his hard length into her warm, wet center.
Althea cried out and arched her back. Her full breasts bounced as she rose and fell against him, driving them both to the brink. When Flynn grew dangerously close to spending, he tried to pull away to spill his seed, but she kept him there, tightening her thighs against him, her hands on his chest as she held him with her gaze, riding him hard until they came together.
“I took no precautions. You might be with child,” he said while they lay as their breathing eased.
“No. The doctor said I was unlikely to have another baby.”
“Oh, my love,” he tenderly kissed her. He wiped away the tears on her cheek with his finger. “Deuce it, I must go, sweetheart. We will discuss this further when I return.”
