Then I blinked.
Then I thought, okay, shit, now what did I do?
Before my mind could sort it out, my mouth decided.
“Um… suffice it to say, I don’t want you calling me Sjofn anymore.”
His body stilled under mine for a long moment then it started rocking like he was laughing. His fingers fisted gently in my hair and tugged even more gently but I knew what he wanted. I sucked in breath and with it, courage, lifted my head to look at him and saw his beautiful eyes warm on me.
Yes.
Oh hell yes.
“Does this mean my Finnie is back?” he asked quietly.
“Yes,” I answered quietly then my mouth kept talking, “and she missed you.”
At my words, his eyes closed instantly and he rolled me, disconnecting us (sadly). He laid me on my back but his big, warm body stayed pressed close to mine and I watched his eyes open.
God, I’d missed his beautiful brown-green eyes with their dark, thick fringe of lashes, especially when they were looking at me like they were looking at me then. Not that I’d ever seen that particular look, exactly. It was warmer, sweeter, and definitely better since it said he knew the feel of the most intimate part of me and, obviously, he really freaking liked it.
“Um… just for your information,” my mouth, clearly detached from my brain, kept going, “I’m not all that into this Gales business. So, you know, if you feel like company on this gig you’ve got going, um… I’m available.”
Frey grinned.
Then he said, low and rumbly, “Wife, if you think I’m going to further discover your significant charms in my cold cabin on a ship filled with my men, I must inform you that you are very wrong.”
I felt my eyes get wide and my heart swell.
“You’re not going?” I whispered.
“Gods, no,” he answered instantly.
He wasn’t going!
And he wasn’t going because he wanted to stay with me.
Woo hoo!
I grinned before I admitted, “Uh… that’s good since I actually was into all this Gales business mostly because I have a fabulous dress.”
That was when Frey’s grin became a fantastic smile.
Then, thinking about what he did on his ships, I tipped my head to the side and asked, “Isn’t your business important?”
“It was,” he stated, “it isn’t anymore.” My heart swelled so big, it felt like it was going to burst, his head dipped and his mouth touched mine before he pulled slightly away and muttered, “Ruben can deal with it.”
I nodded, agreeing eagerly. “He can. I don’t know him very well but he seems really competent to me.” And this, actually, was no lie.
His eyes held mine and I felt his body move the entire bed as it rocked with his laughter then he fell to his back, taking me with him so I was again on top. I lifted my head to look down at him and his hand held back my hair as his other one drifted down my spine.
Then he told me, “I’m afraid, my wee Finnie, your dressmakers are in for a long wait.”
Oh yes.
Hell yes.
“Maybe they’ll come back tomorrow,” I suggested.