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)
Then she offered to cook me dinner, and I asked her to make it at my condo. I rarely spent time there, but the thought of having her there, in my space—filling it with her scent, the sound of her laughter, the aroma of her cooking…creating a memory I could relive—was too much to resist.
Over dinner, she told me she was ready to sell her father’s house and move in to a place of her own.
“I know a great building,” I informed her. “Clean. Affordable. Good neighborhood. I can give you the manager’s name.”
She beamed at me across the table. “Thank you.”
“What about Brian?”
“He’s looking for his own place.” She sighed. “He’s having trouble moving ahead without Dad. I’m looking for a two-bedroom place so he can stay until he finds his own.”
I bit my tongue so I wouldn’t tell her he would never move out if she let him in. He would sponge off her for as long as he could.
After dinner, we sat on the sofa, enjoying the fireplace and the quiet music. On impulse, I stood and took her in my arms, dancing around the room. She was tiny in my embrace, making me feel like a giant. A protector. I pulled her closer, smiling at her hum of approval. Looking down, I met her eyes, the green glowing in the dull light. Bending, I captured her mouth, kissing her. She sighed as she wound her arms around my neck and kissed me back. I picked her up, still moving as she wrapped her legs around my waist, and I deepened the kiss. She gripped my hair, pulled the knot out, and ran her fingers through the shaggy mess.
“God, I love your hair,” she murmured. “It’s so sexy, Finn.”
Right then, I swore I would never change it. I cupped the back of her head, my hand filled with her curls. “Back at you, Una. You are so beautiful.”
She whimpered, crashing her mouth to mine. With no thought, I walked to my bedroom, unable to tear my mouth from hers. I laid her on my mattress, hovering over her.
“Tell me you want this. You want me,” I demanded.
“Yes.”
I ran a finger down her cheek. “Once I have you, you’re mine, Una. All mine.”
She caught my hand, kissing it. “I already am.”
That was all I needed to hear.
I kissed her, hovering over her on the mattress. I lost myself to the taste of her. The scent of her skin as we shed our clothing. How she felt so right molded to my body. Her softness cradled my muscled form, curving around me perfectly.
I buried my face into her neck, groaning as she touched me, the feeling of her hands on my skin like nothing I had ever experienced. How this tiny woman could affect me so deeply was a mystery.
“Finn,” she whispered. “You’re so beautiful. Everything about you.”
“Even the scars?” I replied, trying to keep it light.
“Even the scars. I hate seeing them, but they tell me you survived.”
I gathered her hair from around her face. “That’s what I did until you came into my life, mo chroí. I survived. Now, I want to live. Feel. Experience everything. With you.”
She crashed her mouth to mine, stroking, finding me hard and aching for her.
“I’ve never…” she confessed, her voice low.
My breath caught. She would be mine. Completely and utterly mine.
The caveman in me roared in satisfaction.
“I’ll use a condom,” I assured her.
“I’m on birth control,” she replied. “I want to feel you, Finn.”
I nuzzled the soft spot behind her ear. “That’ll be a first for me as well.” I had never gone bare with a woman. It was only right somehow that I experienced that with Una.
We kissed and touched endlessly, getting to know each other. She explored my body eagerly, caressing and discovering. Her touch branded me as hers. Her lips claimed me. Her hesitant fingers on my shaft were almost my undoing.
Her mouth that followed was.
Never had I experienced anything so erotic. The flick of her tongue, the gentle suction of her lips, the way she grew bolder, cupping my balls and letting me guide her.
Until I couldn’t take it anymore and I returned the favor, listening to her gasp of shock turn into a low whimper of pleasure. She was sweet and musky on my tongue, a feast for all my senses.
Then when she was ready, I hovered over her, sliding into the heat and tightness waiting for me. Slowly. Carefully. Allowing her to adjust.
“Are you all right?” I asked quietly when I was fully seated inside her.
“Finn,” she murmured. “Finn, it’s so good. Please. Show me.”
I moved, easing out and back in, listening to her moan. “Yes.”
I slid my hand under her back, pulling her up to my chest, and sliding in deeper. Her eyes widened, and I began to move. She grasped at my neck, gripped my arms. Buried her face in my neck, chanting my name. Begging for more. I groaned as she tightened around me. Fought off my orgasm until I couldn’t hold back and I joined her in the pleasure, cresting high as I held her, rocking into her and feeling complete and at peace for the first time I could recall.