Page 62 of Kidnapped by a Rogue
“Do ye regret coming away with me?”
“Nay,” she said. “Not for a moment.”
If not for Finn, she would almost surely have been caught, lost Ella, and been forced to wed a powerful nobleman her brother needed as an ally.
“I’m grateful to ye,” she said.
“Gratitude is not what I want from ye,” Finn said in a strained voice.
Though Finn was not like William, the discord her refusal caused between them made her feel tense and vulnerable. She knew Finn would never force her or make her pay in other ways for not complying with his wishes. And yet she could not forget the lessons she learned from her years of marriage so easily.
There was one lesson she’d learned from William, however, that might be useful here.
“There is something”—she hesitated—“I could do to help ye sleep.”
“What, sing to me?” he asked. “I doubt that will help, but if ye wish to tr—”
He abruptly stopped speaking when she got on her knees and began to slowly pull the bedclothes down his body. The gaze he fixed on her held such heat it scorched her skin. That gave her more confidence that Finn would welcome this means of resolving his problem, and they could both get some much-needed sleep.
As she dragged the bedclothes farther down, they caught on his erection for a moment, and then his shaft sprang free. She swallowed. He certainly was ready.
She pushed away the memories of William holding her head down and forcing her to do this. Gingerly, she wrapped her hand around his shaft, which was thick and long and already wet at the tip.
“Jesu,” Finn moaned on an exhale.
That was encouraging. This should not take long. Leaning over him carefully so that no other part of their bodies touched, she brought her mouth toward his shaft.
Finn reached out to touch her hair.
“Don’t,” she blurted out.
Finn dropped his hand. William had never heeded her requests, so she had quit making them. Instead, he gave her endless instructions until she learned to do this—not well, but well enough.
Not like that! What is the matter with ye? ‘Tis fortunate you’re beautiful because you’re utterly useless in bed.
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Finn was more confused than ever.He longed to touch her, but she would not even let him touch her hair. When she leaned down, he could not breathe. Nay, he could not be mistaken as to what she meant to do. Her hair fell over her shoulder and the ends brushed against his hip, sending a sweet thrill of sensation across his skin like a shimmer across a loch.
Desire hit him so hard he had to clench his fists when she ran her fingertips down the column of his manhood.
“O shluagh, please,”escaped his lips as he watched her slowly lower her mouth.
When she glanced up at him, she stole his breath away—God help him, she was so beautiful, and she was holding his cock…but…was that alarm in her eyes?
“Maggie, what’s wro—”
She took him in her mouth and every single thought left his head. Nothing existed except the glorious sensation of her lips capturing his cock, her tongue sliding and flicking, toying with him, teasing him, driving him to madness.
Aye. Aye. Aye!He did not know if he said the words aloud or just moaned them when she took him fully into her mouth and sucked.Ach, it felt so good that he was going to explode if he did not stop her, and this would all end far too soon.
He took hold of her shoulders as he sat up and pulled her against his chest.
“Did I not do it right?” She looked at him with wide, frightened eyes.
Good God, of all things, why would she say that? Then Finn knew why—there could be only one explanation—and he wanted to kill her former husband for it.
When Finn touched her cheek, she jerked away. He needed to tread carefully here.
