Page 50 of Finn

“Lift your leg, drape it back over my hip.”

I did as he said, shivering as I felt his cock pressing into me. Solid, hot, and filling me completely. He rocked into me, nothing hurried or rushed. I shut my eyes as pleasure rolled over me, his fingers still working my clit as he pumped into me.

“Give me your mouth,” he demanded, and I turned my head as he rose over me, capturing my lips. His tongue mimicked what his cock and fingers were doing. Stroking, pressing, going deep, then retreating. Driving me crazy with desire.

The darkness of the room and the quiet made it all so intimate. There was only the sound of our skin sliding together, his hushed words, the feel of his strong body moving with mine. The sensation of his hair falling over my face, no doubt tangling with mine. I fisted his thick waves in my hand, feeling my orgasm beginning to build.

“That’s it, Una. Come all over me again. Drench me. My hand and my cock.” He sped up his movements, burying his head into the side of my neck and biting down as he rolled my clit between his fingers. The sting of his teeth in my skin and the pinch of his touch sent me over the edge, and I cried out as my orgasm blossomed like a flower opening for the sun. Full, ecstatic, rich with beauty and color. He gentled his touch, then pulled his hand to my pelvis, pressing down as he climaxed. The feel of his release and the way he touched me brought on another spasm, this one slow and easy, like a wave kissing the sand. I shuddered and gasped, calling out his name. He roared out mine as he pumped into me, filling me completely.

Then we stilled, our harsh breathing filling the room.

“Jesus, Una,” he murmured, his voice ragged. “I mean, fuck. I⁠—”

I giggled at his breathless statement, unsure if it delighted me more that he was speechless or if he felt the same way I was feeling.

Overcome.

He lay back, pulling me close again. “I’m too tired to get a cloth.”

“I’m good with that.”

“Good. You can sleep full of me.”

“Messy,” I commented, not really caring at this point.

“They’ll change the sheets in the morning.”

“Hmm.”

“God, I missed you,” he said, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “I missed the way you fit me so well and waking up with you.”

“You, ah, didn’t let other women spend the night?” I asked, hating to hear the answer.

He stiffened, reaching over and snapping on the light. He gazed down at me, his fierce gaze pinning me to the sheets.

“There has been no one since you, Una.”

“But it’s been⁠—”

He cut me off. “I love you. I have loved you this whole time. Do you really think I would disrespect you that way? There has been no one else. There never will be. Ever.”

He furrowed his brow. “Is that what you’ve thought all this time? That I moved on and took lovers?”

“You had every right to,” I whispered, trying to fight the grateful tears. “You moved to the hotel, and I assumed⁠—”

“I moved to the hotel because I couldn’t bear being in my condo once you left me. You were everywhere. I sold it and moved to the hotel to be close to work. Close to you. I never once thought of bringing a woman there or even thought about being with another one.”

“So many beautiful women were always looking at you. I saw the keycards they slipped you. The way they looked at you. Do you know how many of them tried to bribe me for information on you or give them a room key or even divulge your room number? It made me ill every time.”

He shook his head. “Any keycard I was given was promptly thrown away. I was never even tempted, Una. Not once.”

“I’m sorry. You’re so, um, virile, and I just thought…” I trailed off at the blazing fire in his eyes.

“You thought wrong. You, Una. Only you. And obviously, I need to prove to you how much I’ve missed you. How often I thought of you as I stroked myself, wishing it were you.”

“I’m sorry,” I repeated.

He bent low and kissed me, no anger behind it, only tenderness. “I plan on proving it to you. Over and over again. Until you believe me.”