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“You taste so sweet, mo chroí. I’ve missed you.”

“Finn,” she whispered. “Please.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you. On me. I need to feel you.”

I carefully laid my torso to hers, allowing some of my weight to press down on her. She wrapped her legs around me, drawing me close. We kissed, drawing breath from each other, our bond tightening as our mouths moved, our bodies melded, and our passion began to blaze. I buried my hands in her hair, feeling the silk of it. She clutched at my back, fisting my hair, tugging on it as I kissed and licked my way across her collarbone to her breasts, sucking the tight buds into my mouth until she was begging, tugging my hair harder, pleading in a breathy voice for me.

I notched my cock to her entrance, feeling the slick heat welcome me. Slowly, I slid myself in, kissing her the whole time. Feeling the hitch of her breathing as I reached down, lifting her hips and burying myself as far as I could go. She shivered in anticipation as I withdrew and pushed back in. I shut my eyes at the overwhelming rightness of being with her. I rocked into her, keeping her close. Whispering my love. Showering her with kisses. Touching her. Groaning at the pleasure of her wrapped around me. Hot. Wet. Perfect.

She began to shake, crying out my name. She grasped my neck hard as she succumbed, her eyes wide, her muscles gripping my cock, milking my own release from somewhere so deep inside me I was certain I would burst from the intense pleasure.

Until I collapsed into her arms, spent and exhausted.

Wrapped around the woman I loved, knowing she was mine forever. She would stay with me.

I pressed a kiss to her head.

“Marry me, Una.”

* * *

UNA

Finn fell asleep before I could totally comprehend what he had said—or breathed out before he’d tucked me close and slumbered.

I shifted a little, staring at him. I wondered if he knew how beautiful he was. He’d scoff and brush away my word, but he was. His features were bold, masculine, and defined. His height and breadth made him even more so. With his long, wild dark-red hair and imposing stance, he was an incredibly sexy, ruggedly beautiful man.

I knew what he was. Who he was. I saw firsthand what he was capable of. A cold-blooded killer when needed, a fearless leader, a loving nephew, and a tender, giving lover.

And he was mine.

I wasn’t sure when I had made peace with the light and dark that lived inside him. But somehow I knew, despite all the thoughts to the contrary, no one else would ever complete me the way he did.

Thinking of his words, of how he planned to let me go in order for me to be happy, touched me. Except I knew before he uttered them I could never be happy without him. I’d tried, and it didn’t work.

Finn O’Reilly was it for me.

And he would keep me safe.

I stroked the arm holding me tight to his warm body, looking around. I had never thought of living in a hotel. But I supposed it wasn’t much different from a condo. Finn had a terrace where I could grow some plants. He owned the place, so I knew he’d let me bring in different furniture. Add color and pictures and make it our home.

The added bonus was room service when I didn’t feel like cooking.

And housekeeping.

A small laugh escaped my mouth, and I covered it with my hand, feeling silly.

“Don’t,” he rumbled, tightening his arm. “Whatever is making you laugh, let it out. I love hearing you laugh.”

He lifted his head, still half asleep. “You haven’t laughed in a long time.”

“I was thinking living here would have some benefits.”

One eyebrow rose in query.

“Housekeeping. Room service.”