Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“You found them. Two pounds of those, please,” he instructed the shopgirl. He added a few other types, then instructed them to deliver a box of the caramels to Roisin. He filled out the address and smiled at me. “Her favorite, too.”
I hugged his arm. “She’ll love them.”
We returned to the hotel after Finn bought himself some items. He loved Irish sweaters and ended up with three in various colors. He also purchased some shoes and a few other sundries, once again never glancing at a price tag, simply choosing what he liked.
Back in our room, Finn gathered me in his arms. “Thank you. Even though you didn’t let me spoil you as much as I wanted.”
I shook my head. “You spoiled me plenty.”
He chuckled. “Now, dinner. Do you want to go out or stay in and have dinner by the fire?”
It had become overcast and drizzly. I glanced toward the window then back at him. “By the fire, I think. Just us.”
He kissed my nose. “Perfect. Just us. Now, go pour a bath, and I’ll arrange it. I saw how you looked at the tub earlier.”
“It’s incredible.”
“Great for soaking.” He grinned. “Or other things.”
He strode away, and I felt a shiver run through me.
Other things.
I liked the sound of that.
The bath was indeed decadent. I had never soaked in a tub while drinking champagne and nibbling rich chocolate fed to me by a sexy Irishman. Or been ravished in said tub. There was no other word to describe what he did. The champagne was poured into my mouth from his. The chocolates shared, the sweetness blending between our mouths as he held his offering in his teeth and invited me closer with a wink and a crook of his finger.
Then he kissed me, the caramel and chocolate flavor still rich on his tongue. He pulled me to his lap, his cock trapped between us, his hands everywhere on my body, touching, teasing, and light. He lifted me over him, and he slid in slowly, somehow the heat of the water making me needier. He gripped my hips as I undulated, the feel of him inside me solid and perfect.
Leaning forward, he captured a nipple in his mouth, sucking, then biting it, making me gasp. He soothed the nip with his tongue, then did the same with my other breast, alternating between them. I rode him, taking him as deep as I could, moving faster as my pleasure began to build.
“You feel so good, Finn,” I whispered. “So good inside me.” I arched my back, letting my head fall back, my hair drifting into the steaming water. He slid his hand down my sternum, teasing my clit in the water, his other hand still gripping my hip, guiding me.
“Look at you,” he growled. “My cock inside you, my fingers on your clit, your breasts red from my mouth. Who owns you, Una? Who do you belong to?” he demanded.
“You,” I gasped, beginning to shake as my orgasm built. “You, Finn. Always you.”
He grabbed my neck, pulling me to his mouth, and kissed me hard. It was pure possession, and I loved it. My release rolled through me, and my body locked down. He groaned into my mouth as I clenched around him, and he wrapped me in his arms, holding me close, his hips pumping fast as he climaxed.
The water splashed around us, up onto the tile, then drifting back into the tub. The steam swirled in the room, the condensation on the mirror fogging it over. I collapsed on his chest, and he held me tight. Neither of us spoke, letting the warmth of the water and the closeness of the moment settle around us. He pressed a kiss to my hair. “Una, mo chroí,” he murmured. “What you do to me.”
I lifted my head, meeting his tender gaze. In the dim light, his eyes shone a brilliant blue, and they were so filled with love, it made my breath catch. “And you to me, my love,” I whispered.
He smiled. “It’s been a long time since you called me that.”
“It has never changed for me.”
He cupped my face, his kiss gentle this time and filled with adoration. “For me either.”
He pulled my head to his shoulder, pressing kisses to my crown. “And it never will.”
The flames danced in the fireplace, the embers glowing. It was realistic enough to be hypnotic, and I gazed at it, enjoying the warmth. Finn handed me a coffee, sitting across from me at the small table he’d had set up. Dinner had been exceptional, the food delicious, the wine amazing, and the intimacy welcome. Just him and me alone. Music played quietly in the background, the romantic tunes matching the mood perfectly.
Finn leaned back in his chair, the firelight playing over his features. He wore a simple thermal shirt, the sleeves rolled up, exposing his forearms, and his tattoo peeking out of the unbuttoned neckline. His hair was down, brushing his shoulders. He flexed his legs, the material stretching over his thick thighs. I thought about how it felt to sit on those thighs. The strength of his body. How incredibly masculine he was.