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Slowly, I cupped her chin. Her eyes were glassy and her cheeks were flushed. I needed her to see me, to get it. When she was focused on me, I slid my hand from her chin down to her neck and cuffed it loosely.
“Is this okay?” I asked, my attention locked on her so I wouldn’t miss any hint of trepidation or desire.
Her pupils blew out, and she arched her back and let out a low moan. That was all the encouragement I needed.
Fucking her so hard I was using the bed frame for leverage, I loosened the leash I’d had on my control. Beneath my fingers, her pulse raced. I couldn’t control it anymore. My thrusts became wild. And then she clamped down so hard my vision really did go dark.
There was nothing between us. Nothing to shield me from the intensity of her orgasm. And I relished it.
I let loose inside her. Unleashing myself and giving her everything I had.
There was nothing I wouldn’t give this woman. Nothing I wouldn’t do to prove to her that she belonged to me.
Chapter25
Adele
“This place is not what I expected,” I said, rolling over and nuzzling against Finn’s chest. His thick, hairy, inked chest. If I hadn’t spent the night getting fucked six ways to Sunday, I’d be freaking out. But I was too tired and far too relaxed after all those orgasms to work myself into a proper panic. Instead, I settled for mild irritation and moderate curiosity. This man had now been inside me several times. Thus, I probably needed to know more about him.
“Mind if a grab a T-shirt?” I asked.
“Second drawer.”
Completely naked, I climbed out of bed and ran one hand along the dark wood of the dresser. A few framed photos sat on top, along with a small, ornate box.
After I’d plucked a clean T-shirt from his drawer, I turned and took in the room from this vantage point. As I assessed the space, I caught the way his eyes were locked on me.
“Wow, that’s hot,” he said, sitting up and pushing his hair out of his face.
I could say the same thing about him. Though I’d already determined he was the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen, in the light of day, he was even sexier. Yet he was humble, almost to a fault. He was an enigma, looking the way he did and feeling so deeply. At first, I thought the orgasms had scrambled my brain, but it turned out it was the man dispensing them.
“What’s this?” I asked, looking at the beautiful box displayed alongside a photo of him in uniform. In it, he was holding a baby I could only assume was Merry and was flanked by Alicia and his mom.
“Nothing.” His response was short, almost curt, and so unlike him.
“Can I open it?”
He shrugged and dropped his gaze to the sheet covering his lap. Nowthatpiqued my curiosity.
The box fit in the palm of my hand and was made of thick, lacquered wood. When I pried open the heavy top, I found the inside lined with plush velvet. And nestled right in the middle was a medal in the shape of a cross hanging on a blue and white ribbon with a red stripe down the middle.
A lump formed in my throat. This was some kind of precious military medal. “Finn, what is this?” I asked, turning back to him.
He was reclined in the bed, one hand behind his head and all the muscles of his delicious torso on display. “It’s the Distinguished Flying Cross,” he said in a tone far too nonchalant for the implications I assumed came along with this medal.
“And it’s yours?”
“Yup.”
“Seems like a pretty big deal. Is this the kind of thing the Navy hands out to everybody? A participation award?”
He cocked a brow and huffed. “No, but it’s not a big deal.”
“Hmm…” I tapped my chin and set the box down on the dresser gently. Then I crawled toward him on the bed until we were face to face and I was straddling him on my hands and knees. “If I were to ask your mom about this,” I said, dropping a kiss to his lips, “what would she say?”
He laughed, making the ink on his chest and arms ripple. “She would tell you she flew down to DC for the ceremony and that it’s awarded to aviators who have participated in acts of heroism or extraordinary achievement during aerial flight.” One side of his mouth kicked up in a half grin. “Then she’d show you the photos on her phone for an hour while she bragged about me.”
I sat back on my knees, my heart in my throat. “I thought so. So you’re a war hero?”
