Page 57 of Finn

He wrapped me in his arms, and I nestled against him. It felt so right being in his embrace. His heartbeat was steady under my ear, his scent wrapping around me. We danced well together.

“See how well we fit?” he murmured. “We were made for each other.”

“Hmm,” I agreed.

“I wish we had more time here,” he said regretfully. “But we’ll come back for a longer stay. A happier one, I hope.”

I lifted my head. “Roisin is doing well. She’ll recover. We’ll come spend some time with her and a few nights here.”

He trailed a finger down my cheek. “I hope so.”

“I know so. She is resilient and strong. You and Niall will get her the best care, and she’ll be fine.”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Coming. Being with me. Caring for her. Being my light.”

I smiled. “I love you, Finn.”

He lowered his head, pressing a soft kiss to my mouth. “I love you.”

I beamed up at him, drowning in the look on his face. His gaze was tender, his emotions open. His shoulders looked so broad in his tight shirt, and I loved seeing him so relaxed. It was a good look on him. “You are so sexy,” I informed him.

He tipped his chin. “Not half as sexy as you.”

I rolled my eyes. “Please. You are muscle and brawn. Hard and fit.” I glanced down. “I’m…” I trailed off. “I’m not.”

“Thank God for that,” he grumbled. “You’re perfect. I love how you feel against me. Soft and welcoming.”

“I’ve always wanted to be tall and willowy,” I confessed. “Slim and elegant. Not short and padded.”

He frowned. “You’re beautiful. I love you exactly the way you are. I don’t want you taller or slimmer. There is so much I love. Your hair, your eyes. Your breasts. And don’t even get me started on your ass.” He tapped the swell of my butt, giving it a quick squeeze. “I love every single thing about you, Una. And you are sexy. So beautiful it makes my chest ache at times.”

I smiled because he believed what he was saying. He thought me beautiful and captivating. “You see me with love,” I said.

“I see you exactly how you are.”

“Thank you.”

I hummed, enjoying the moment. I snuggled closer, smiling as he pressed his lips to my crown. The music drifted into another song, and we didn’t speak, simply moving together to the slow rhythm. As the song ended, he stepped back, looking determined. He lifted my hand and kissed it. “I want you to do something for me.”

“Okay.”

“In the bedroom, there’s something on the bed. I want you to put it on for me.”

“Now?”

He nodded. “Now.”

Mystified, I went down the hall. On the bed was a pink bag—one I recognized from the lingerie shop. I opened it, the tissue paper crinkling as I unveiled Finn’s surprise. I gasped as I saw the pale pink set I had admired earlier. Remembering how Finn had stared at it, I should have known he would purchase it. He had bought more than the items I had chosen, the bags containing many surprises.

But nothing compared to this. With trembling hands, I took off the robe I was wearing and slipped on the lingerie, crossing over to the mirror on the wall and gazing at my image. The demi cups hugged my breasts, pushing up the swells so they flowed over the top, my nipples barely hidden. The gauzy fabric ended at my waist, gathered into the bow at the front. The embroidery was delicate and feminine. The details were exquisite. The tiny scrap of silk and lace between my legs was simply an invitation waiting to be opened. The little bows that rested on my hips were a tease. I gathered up my hair in my hands, staring at myself. The pink looked pretty against my skin, the light dancing off the glimmering thread on the pieces. I looked—provocative.

Sexy.

Was that what Finn saw when he looked at me?