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“I’ve missed you,” she whispered in my ear. “Let me show you how much.”

I let out a curse as I pulled her into my arms, covering her mouth with mine. She tasted of tea and sweet tart. Una. Her mouth was heaven, and I kissed her with everything I had in me. Our tongues twined, tasting and seeking. Exploring and reacquainting ourselves with each other. I grabbed at the sash of her robe, yanking it open and pushing it off her shoulders. Her skin was warm and silky under my fingers. Her hair was a heavy mass in my fists as I ravished her mouth. She ran her hands over my back, up through my hair, tugging and pulling as she pushed herself closer. I dragged her up my thighs, splitting her legs wide, my cock trapped between us. I cupped her rounded ass, loving how she felt against me. Her tight nipples rubbed against my chest, and I felt the heat of her as I slipped my fingers between her legs, feeling her slickness.

“Oh God,” she gasped as I teased her clit, already hard and throbbing for me.

“Not God,” I growled. “He has no place here tonight with what I’m going to do to you. Finn. Call my name when you come, Una. Scream it. Always my name.”

I worked her, feeling her orgasm approaching. Desperate to feel it, to feel her, I lifted her up, freeing my cock between us, settling her back, then nudging it against her entrance.

“Tell me you want me.”

“Yes. Please. Finn, yes.”

Inch by inch, I sank into her. Her head fell back as I reclaimed what was mine. What had always been mine. Locked inside her, I was home. She surrounded me like a raging summer storm. Drenched and warm. A deluge I never wanted to escape. She begged me for more. To move. To make her come.

“Finn, Finn,” she chanted.

“Yes, mo chroí. Listen to your body sing for me,” I praised her as I thrust as deeply as I could. She rolled her hips, matching my rhythm, whimpering my name. I covered her mouth with mine, unable to stop kissing her. Needing her taste in my mouth to ground me to her. I shifted, changing the angle, and she moaned as I went deeper. She flung her head back, arching her back, once again taking more of me. All of me until our bodies were flush. I groaned in satisfaction at the intensity of the feeling. Her soft body against my harder one. How her breath felt on my skin. The way her hands caressed me. Lingering, light, her touch perfect. The hot, tight grip she had on my cock. I lowered my head, taking one hard nipple in my mouth, then the other. She gripped my arm that banded her to me, whimpering. I slid my fingers along her folds, gathering her desire, teasing the tight ring of muscle of her sweet ass. I loved her reaction when I did that, the small pucker reacting to my touch, almost quivering. She shivered as I played, dipping in my smallest finger, caressing and stroking, finally sinking the digit in, feeling the muscle clench and contract. Una went rigid, coming hard, tightening around me, more wetness making me move faster, the feel of her muscles clenching and spasming around my cock too much.

I buried my face in her neck, kissing the damp skin, growling her name. Praising her. Feeling another tremor race through her as she orgasmed again, her keening cry another sort of music to my ears.

We moved until we were exhausted. Sated. Once again complete. I gathered her close, holding her tight. For a moment, there was no sound but our breathing and the distant noise of the traffic out on the street. We were locked in our own world—one I never want to leave.

Wordlessly, I rose to my feet, keeping her wrapped around me. I carried her to the bed, slowly disentangling our joined bodies. I gazed down at her, a smile pulling on my lips, before heading into the next room. She was half asleep, already curling into the pillow, her bright-red hair spread around her. I returned with a cloth, cleaning her gently, whispering adoring words. Then after cleaning myself, I slipped into bed with her. I pulled her into my arms, feeling the peace she brought with her. All the noise in my head stopped with her beside me. My body relaxed of its own accord, having her close. I pressed a kiss to her head.

“Tá mé i ngrá leat,” I whispered. “As amhrán mo chroí.”

“I don’t know what that second one means,” she admitted, sounding sleepy.

I kissed her softly. “You, Una, are the song of my heart.”

“Oh, that’s beautiful.” She sighed. “I love you too,” she added, then fell asleep, safe and content in my arms.

Where I planned on her being every night for the rest of my life.

CHAPTER TEN

UNA

I woke in the night, disoriented and unsure. I blinked as I took in the dark room, relaxing when I felt the heat and strength of the man behind me.

Finn.

I was in Ireland with Finn.

With a sigh, I snuggled back, smiling as his arm tightened.

“All right, mo chroí?” he asked, his voice a low rumble in my ear. He kissed the skin on my neck, making me shiver.

“Yes, I’m—” My reply ended with a low gasp as he cupped me, and I realized he had his hand between my legs and what had woken me was his gentle stroking.

“You’re soaked,” he murmured. “You’ve been fidgeting the past ten minutes.” He bit down on my lobe. “Begging me.”

“Oh. Oh,” I groaned as he touched my clit, strumming it gently. I arched my back as he slid one finger, then two inside me, pumping slowly, drawing out my pleasure. “Finn,” I whimpered.

“You want more?” he asked, a rough edge to his voice.

“Yes.”