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“Oh.” The disparaged word falls from my mouth, knowing with certainty that is something I could never give him.
“That was with women who didn’t matter to me,” he clarifies. “I wouldnevershare you. I’m going to make sure the whole fucking world knows that I am the only man who willeverhave the pleasure of the salvation found in the heaven nestled between your thighs.”
Did he just say what I think he did?
“Ever?”
Tucking a tendril of hair behind my ear, he imparts, “An eternity in heaven wouldn’t be long enough.”
“I lo—” My words are silenced as he abruptly rolls on top of me and crashes his lips into mine. He claims my mouth with renewed virility, taking my breath away as I feel him growing hard against me.
“I need more of you,” Finn groans, his words vibrating against my lips when he breaks our kiss. Shifting his weight and reaching between us, Finn rubs his hand up my inner thigh. “Are you sore? Or can I worship you again?”
I slide my hands along the muscles of his back as he rubs teasing circles around my entrance as I stare up at him. “Only if you show me?—”
Finn plunges two fingers into me, and a grunt erupts from me. “Show you what, piscín?”
His fingers thrust and curl inside of me, quickly leaving me breathless. “How you really like it.”
“Don’t make a sound as you come all over my hand and I’ll show you everything.” His gruff promise confuses me, but I nod as he continues to work his fingers into me. He’s firm and aggressively demanding my orgasm. I bury my face in my chest, hoping to muffle my whimpers and moans as he diligently works me to the edge. He grinds his palm over my clit, but I can’t hold back. Needing to scream, I sink my teeth into the flesh of his pec to silence my screams, and an animalistic growl rattles beneath my lips.
“Good fucking girl,” he gravelly whispers as he rolls from me and rubs his arousal-coated fingers over the deep red marks I left within the ink on his chest. He quickly rolls on a condom and sinks into me, burying himself deep. He fills me with long, deep strokes. “Show me what a good fucking girl you are as I make you come again.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
FINNIGAN
With both of us exhausted from our lack of sleep—and wanting to keep her to myself—I tried relentlessly to convince Catlin to stay in bed with me this morning. While I nearly swayed her, she was adamant about getting back to help set up for the baptism this morning.
“He’s going to be wandering the grounds any minute now, and he can’t see me like this.” Catlin quickly climbs from the car without waiting for me to get to her door. “I’ll call you when we’re done.”
We’re going to need to talk about that.
She looks fucking adorable, racing up the steps. She swims in my T-shirt and is clutching the waistband of my grossly too-large sweatpants to keep them from falling from her petite frame.
Reaching over the car console, I grab the bag containing her wet clothes and sneakers before climbing from the Bronco. I take my time walking up the steps and let myself into the church. Walking toward the altar, I offer my genuflection when I reachthe front pew. I place the bag of her clothes on the well-worn wood and sit beside it as I wait for her.
When she enters from the hallway near the altar, Catlin’s eyes go wide upon seeing me sitting in the pew. Scuffling toward me, she exclaims, “What are you doing here?”
“Isn’t this where I return your panties.” I smirk, tapping the bag beside me. “Also, you fo?—”
“Catlin?” Father O’Flaherty’s voice calls from where she entered from. “Did I hear you come in?”
“You can’t be here.” She fists the front of my shirt, and I let her drag me from the pew. His footsteps grow louder, and she pulls me into the confessional and quickly shuts the door before Father O’Flaherty spots us together. She whisper-shouts, “You could’ve returned my panties later.”
“I could have.” I shrug. “But I also didn’t get to kiss you goodbye.”
“We’re going to get caught”— she abruptly pauses when Father O’Flaherty’s footsteps cause the floor just beyond the confessional door to creak—“because you didn’t get to kiss me.”
“I’m willing to risk far more than getting caught for you,piscín.” A slightly annoyed look of defeat washes over her face. Closing what little distance there is between us in this tight space, I run my fingers down the buttons of her short-sleeved cardigan and dip them into the waistband of her navy dress skirt. “You clean up nice, and you look almost as beautiful as you did splayed across my bed this morning.”
“Fine. Kiss me goodbye.” A smirk pulls at her lips, but her eyes give her away.
Dropping the bag of wet clothes into the corner, I cup her face. I lean close enough to feel her breath flutter over my lips before stopping. Without breaking our gaze, I take my time kneeling on the familiar worn green velvet of the prayer bench.
“You said you were going to kiss me!” Catlin quietly exclaims as I inch her tight navy skirt up her toned thighs.
“I did.” With the skirt over her hips and bunched around her waist, I hook my fingers under her panties and drag them down her legs. “I just didn’t say where.”