never do anything that would make her uncomfortable. She’d endured far too much.
Now that Eoin had earned her love, he would do nothing to jeopardize it. But before his mind caught up with his body, he’d crossed the floor and placed his hands on those irresistible hips.
Helen glanced back and smiled, touching her finger to her lips.
He looked around her. The bairn’s eyes were already closed.
After one last tuck of the bedclothes, Helen straightened and took a step back, pressing her alluring buttocks against him. Aye, this must be heaven. He rubbed his cock between the crease of her bottom. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered in a low growl.
She turned and grasped his hand. “Come.”
All too willingly, Eoin followed her into the bedchamber.
Helen smoothed her palms over his chest. “I know not what’s come over me. Every day I think about doing this.” She ran her finger over the hard ridge of his manhood. Her hands trembled as she unfastened his belt. They worked quickly to untie laces, with clothes cascading to the floor until they both stood completely naked.
The image of her hips as she bent over consumed his mind. He dared ask, “Do you trust me?”
“Aye. I trust you with my life.”
He placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her back to him. Then he reached around and slid his hand down between her breasts, over her abdomen and stopped at the apex of her sex.
She released a gasp.
Ever so gently, he pushed his finger between her folds and caressed her. Oh, how much he loved being completely naked with this woman.
Helen rested her head against him. “You ken how to make me ravenous with need.”
“No more than you do to me.” He worked more of his hand between her thighs. “Open for me.”
Her head shot up. “Here? N-not on the bed?”
He chuckled. “I think you’ll enjoy what I have in mind.” Maintaining a steady motion, he caressed her inner thighs. “We’ll only proceed as long as you’re comfortable,” he whispered in her ear. “I’ll not encourage you to do anything that doesn’t feel right.”
She gave him a shy grin and parted her legs. How she could bring him to his knees with her demure mien. He made love to her with the fingers of his right hand, while swirling his thumb around her nipple with his left. Helen responded to his advances with seductive churning of her hips.
Her provocative movement made a bit of his seed leak from the tip of his cock. Bending his knees, he slid himself between her buttocks, her slick moisture spreading along his manhood. Helen arched her back and her delectable bottom pressed against him. “What are you doing?”
He rocked his hips to show her what he wanted, while he continued to finger that taut button that was driving her mad. “I’d like to try to enter you from behind. But only if it pleases you.”
She rolled her hips atop him. “Is that possible?”
“If you have an adventurous spirit.” He slipped his hand away from her breast and smoothed it down her spine. On the way back up, he encouraged her to lean forward. “Place your hands on the bed.”
She glanced at him over her shoulder with a seductive grin. “Being adventurous is new for me—and a bit scary.”
“And ’tis my duty to ensure you enjoy it.” He grasped his cock and guided himself to the edge of her opening.
Helen moaned.
Holding on to her hips he watched himself disappear inside her. Then he reached forward and swirled his finger around her mons. “Does it feel good for you?”
“Mm.” She ground her hips into him, taking him deeper. “I like your idea of trying new things.” Her words came out breathless.
His thighs shuddered as he watched himself slide in and out, maintaining himself on the ragged edge of control.
Eoin focused on Helen’s passion until her breathing sped and her buttocks shook against his legs. Her mewls made his heartbeat race. As she gasped, nearing her peak, he let himself go and increased his thrusts. Working his finger faster, Helen cried out and arched her back.
Her quavering insides milked him until he no longer had control. Thrusting, watching her naked bottom spread open to him with her back arched, his seed erupted from his body with a bellowing roar.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Helen lay in Eoin’s arms content and satiated, like she imagined a woman should always be when at rest with her man. With Maggie sound asleep in her crate, and her annulment granted, Helen