her insides to shreds. She gave an abrupt laugh, the sound as brittle as broken glass. “Aren’t we the pair?”
“We’re a pair of something, that’s for sure.”
They stood in silence a few minutes. Finally she sighed and raked a hand through her hair. “Look, I got you out of bed, the least I can do is feed you.” She glanced at the digital display on the cable box. “It’s almost lunchtime. Let me fix you a sandwich or something.”
Finn stared at her a moment, then reached out and cupped her face. “I did what needed to be done, Keira. Someday I think you’ll understand. And I’m not particularly hungry…for food that is.” The yellow in his eyes intensified, obliterating the blue completely. He bent his head and pressed his mouth to hers in a kiss that wasn’t nearly as gentle as his hands. “Open your mouth for me,” he muttered, his voice harsh. Urgent. “I need to taste you.” He angled his hips against hers.
She felt his need, and her lips parted on a gasp. He took her mouth with his again, hard, his tongue stroking inside to tease her. Tempt her.
Keira was tired of fighting her feelings for him. At this moment in time, right here, right now, it was just the two of them and their passion. That was all that existed. She’d deal with reality and regrets later.
Finn tilted Keira’s head. God, she tasted better than anything he could remember. Sweet and spicy at the same time. He licked across her lips and dove back in.
Her tongue twisted around his, surging into his mouth when he retreated only to tempt him back to her when she withdrew. He forged forward. She suckled his tongue, drawing him deeper, making him groan as his cock hardened.
Her fresh heather scent made him crazy with need and her touch, soft and hungry and searching, made him ravenous. Leaving her mouth, he worked his way down her throat, stopping at the pulse pounding beneath her silken skin. He rested his lips there for a moment before touching the tip of his tongue to the spot.
He had to get her under him. Now. He pulled away. “Bedroom,” was all he could manage through a throat gone tight with lust. There was something else there, too, something he didn’t want to look too closely at. Something far more tender, but tenderness just got in the way.
“Yes.” Keira’s eyes held a gentle blue glow that threatened to enthrall him even without her using any fey glamour on him.
Finn swept her into his arms and carried her to her bedroom, where he set her on her feet next to the queen-size bed. He placed a kiss on the corner of her lips and eased off her clothing, his eyes narrowing at the sultry picture she made. Pink-tipped breasts billowed above a narrow waist and generous hips. He reached up and gently removed pins from her hair, letting it cascade over her shoulders and down her back in fiery waves. A rough groan left him. With economical movements he took off his clothes and then urged her onto the bed. He kissed her, his tongue sweeping between her lips to mate with hers.
Her hands came around him, fingers flexing into his back. She moved her legs and he slid between them, his cock stiff against her belly. He kissed his way down her throat, closing his eyes at the silkiness of her skin. Scattering kisses across her chest, he tongued each nipple to stiffness before kissing his way down her flat stomach.
His hands parted her thighs just a little wider, his fingers stroking a long caress in the folds between her legs. She jumped when he touched her, jerked against his hand, a sharp cry of pleasure escaping her.
He pushed a finger slowly inside her tight, hot sheath. At once her muscles clenched around him, velvet soft yet firm and moist. His own body throbbed and swelled in response.
Her hips pressed forward. Finn thrust another finger into her, stretching her, preparing her. More than anything, her pleasure mattered to him. Her velvet folds pulsed for him, wanting, demanding, and he fed that hunger, pushing deep, retreating, thrusting again so that her hips followed his lead.
“That’s it,” he breathed against her stomach. “Just like that. I want you ready for me.”
“I am ready for you,” she panted, her slender hands grasping his hair, trying to pull his face up to hers.
“No, you’re not. Not yet.” His mouth found