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“You still mad?” She let her lips turn up slightly.
His glower melted her playfulness. “I’m not in the mood to be gentle,” he warned.
She ran a hand through his hair. “You wouldn’t hurt me.” Although her voice came out strong, her insides trembled. He’d never physically hurt her, but emotionally he could decimate her.
He circled her wrist, stilling her hand.
“You’re not going to turn me away tonight,” she vowed. “If you want to in the morning, go ahead. I’m not asking for your permission tonight.”
She flexed her fingers against his scalp, until bit by bit, the anger he’d fought ebbed from his eyes. Going to her toes, she pressed her lips to his until he softened. When he did, she slid her hands into his jacket, and pushed it from his shoulders as she walked him slowly toward the bed.
~ ~ ~
Finn’s breath hitched as Gretchen brushed her soft hands against his chest and her lips ignited small flames over his skin. She peeled his shirt away as her hands kneaded the muscles of his back. He closed his eyes. The scent of her permeated his every breath as she bent to kiss along his shoulder and down his chest.
Murmuring her name like a wish, he concentrated on the curve of her lips against his skin. She didn’t rush as she trailed kisses down his body and slid the zipper of his jeans down. Then she went to her knees. When she took him into her warm, wet mouth, he fisted his hands in her hair. Pins fell to the floor and curls tumbled down her back. Unable to stop himself, he pressed his hips forward. Without complaint, she opened for him and took more. When he thought he couldn’t take anymore, she rose and pushed him to the bed. He watched, fascinated, as she slid the zipper of her dress down and let the fabric simply fall away to pool at her feet.
Although Gretchen’s beauty had always attracted him, he’d never physically ached for her the way he did now. She ran her hands down her body, over her unbound breasts and to the garter belt that held up her smooth stockings. Lifting one foot to the bed, she unsnapped the garter and slowly slid the silk down her leg. He followed the trail of exposed skin with his fingers. When she replaced the first foot with the second, he unsnapped the hose himself and slid them down her legs, before reaching up to tear away the scrap of lace that covered her sex. She took his hand and led him to her center. When his fingers found her wet and warm, her eyes drifted closed. She fisted her hands in his hair, tightening around his fingers.
“Tell me you want me,” she demanded.
“I want you, Gretchen.” Those words had never been truer.
“And you need me.”
He slid his fingers from her body and sucked them into his mouth. “I need you.”
She straddled his hips and took him inside. Damp heat surrounded him.
“My God, I need you,” he groaned.
Her hips quickened, rising and falling to a carnal beat only she heard. It would be easy to roll her over and pound into her all the anger and confusion the night had brought with it. Instead he fisted his hands in the hair that cascaded down her back and surrendered to her, the way she’d done to him from the start.
Still, he needed more. Being inside her with her body pressed against his, still wasn’t close enough or deep enough. It never would be. He’d never get his fill of her. And then she looked into his eyes, driving him closer to the edge of delirium, and he knew he wanted to spend his entire life taking as much of her as he could.
“I love you,” he confessed. He brought her mouth to his and held her tight against him.
As she drove him over the edge, she whispered those same three word before she fell with him.
~ ~ ~
Gretchen awoke to a cold bed. Light from the moon cast shadows across the sheets. By the floor-to-ceiling windows, Finn stood with his gaze on the city. He hadn’t bothered to get dressed, and she pored over the hard muscles of his naked back. Bruises had bloomed. Whatever he’d done the night before hadn’t been quick or painless for anyone. Her heart swelled, suddenly too full for her chest.
“What are you thinking?” He didn’t need to turn to know she studied him.
She slid from the bed and went to him, wrapping her arms around his narrow waist and pressing her naked breasts to his back. “About how much I love you.” She braced herself for his reaction, surprised when he chuckled and shook his head, then leaned into her and held on to her forearms with his rough hands.
“What were you thinking about?” She trailed kisses along his back and up to the Celtic sign of protection on his shoulder blade.
“I forget,” he evaded, “it’s hard to think with a naked woman touching me.”
“I could move away.”
His grip tightened. “No, I want you right here.” He tugged her around to stand in front of him.
Goosebumps bloomed on her bare skin as it brushed the cool glass of the window, reminding her that a whole city lay below them.
“Are you going to tell me about last night?” She rubbed a hand over the cut at his brow.
