talk about everything later. It’s okay.” Right now he just needed to be with her. Not talk. Not think.
“How…I mean, do you know?” she asked, looking confused.
“I know that a lot of stuff can happen in three years. Whatever it is, I don’t care. The important thing is that we have each other.” His gaze flicked over the length of her, and he shuddered deep inside. He pushed her sweater from her shoulders. “We’ll start over,” he said absently.
She squinted as if those words pained her, then made a sound like she was trying to catch her breath.
“Macy…” Finn gathered her in his arms again, kissing her eyes, the bridge of her nose. Her mouth. “Tell me we can start over,” he whispered. “I need to hear you say it. Tell me that we can go back…”
With a sob, Macy threw her arms around his neck. A rush of emotion and desire overcame him, and with a groan, he picked her up and put her on her back on the bed. He came over her, pressed his palm against her face, his fingers spanning her jaw and neck. “Baby, you always did take my breath away,” he said, his voice breaking, and when he kissed her again, he could feel her breath fill him, feel her body rise up to meet his.
His desire was overwhelming; he tried to hold himself back, but he could not hold her in his arms and not want to be inside her. It was a ravenous need, as strong as any hunger he’d felt in the last three years. Macy had always had the power to stoke him and he needed, with a desperation that surprised him, to feel as much of her as he could, to be as close to her as he could, if for no other reason than to assure himself that he was truly home where he belonged and with the one person on earth who mattered to him.
Finn’s hand brushed her knee and slid up beneath the silky fabric of her skirt to the smooth, warm skin of her bare thigh. He deepened his kiss and slid his hand up higher still, his fingers brushing against her smooth panties, sliding over her pelvis and between her legs.
With a soft moan, Macy raked her fingers down his chest. Finn slipped his hand inside her panties. She was wet, and Finn’s need was suddenly impossible to control. He started to fumble with his pants, trying to free himself. He lifted his head to look at his wife, his beautiful wife, and the years melted away. He was reminded of one summer night, after they’d been dancing. She’d been a little drunk, a little frisky, and she’d lain on their quilt-covered bed, completely naked, her hand loosely covering one breast. That night, she had looked at him with so much love that Finn honestly felt he could have lifted a mountain or two.
She was looking at him like that again, but there were tears in her eyes. She caught his wrist before he could free himself completely. “I can’t,” she whispered.
Finn did not move. He slid his hand into hers, interlocking their fingers. His heart was racing and blood was rushing through him. “What is it, Macy?” he asked, trying to catch his breath. “Is it the ranch? Don’t worry, I’m used to starting at the bottom and working my way up. Whatever happened, I’ve survived a whole lot worse.”
“It’s not the ranch. It’s…it’s mistakes and…” She closed her eyes.
Finn put his finger on her wedding ring. It was always sliding around her finger. He kissed her cheek, nibbled her ear. “What’s the matter, baby? Is it the horses? Did you sell them?” he made himself ask. A champion cutting horse was worth tens of thousands of dollars. He hoped she’d gotten the right price. He kissed her neck at the point it curved into her shoulder.
“They told me you were dead.”
“It’s okay. We’ll get more horses.”
“It’s not okay—”
“Macy, it’s okay.” He lifted his head and put his finger on her ring again, and through the haze of overwhelming desire, felt something odd. “None of that matters.”
“They told me you were dead,” she repeated softly. “They said they had
“How…I mean, do you know?” she asked, looking confused.
“I know that a lot of stuff can happen in three years. Whatever it is, I don’t care. The important thing is that we have each other.” His gaze flicked over the length of her, and he shuddered deep inside. He pushed her sweater from her shoulders. “We’ll start over,” he said absently.
She squinted as if those words pained her, then made a sound like she was trying to catch her breath.
“Macy…” Finn gathered her in his arms again, kissing her eyes, the bridge of her nose. Her mouth. “Tell me we can start over,” he whispered. “I need to hear you say it. Tell me that we can go back…”
With a sob, Macy threw her arms around his neck. A rush of emotion and desire overcame him, and with a groan, he picked her up and put her on her back on the bed. He came over her, pressed his palm against her face, his fingers spanning her jaw and neck. “Baby, you always did take my breath away,” he said, his voice breaking, and when he kissed her again, he could feel her breath fill him, feel her body rise up to meet his.
His desire was overwhelming; he tried to hold himself back, but he could not hold her in his arms and not want to be inside her. It was a ravenous need, as strong as any hunger he’d felt in the last three years. Macy had always had the power to stoke him and he needed, with a desperation that surprised him, to feel as much of her as he could, to be as close to her as he could, if for no other reason than to assure himself that he was truly home where he belonged and with the one person on earth who mattered to him.
Finn’s hand brushed her knee and slid up beneath the silky fabric of her skirt to the smooth, warm skin of her bare thigh. He deepened his kiss and slid his hand up higher still, his fingers brushing against her smooth panties, sliding over her pelvis and between her legs.
With a soft moan, Macy raked her fingers down his chest. Finn slipped his hand inside her panties. She was wet, and Finn’s need was suddenly impossible to control. He started to fumble with his pants, trying to free himself. He lifted his head to look at his wife, his beautiful wife, and the years melted away. He was reminded of one summer night, after they’d been dancing. She’d been a little drunk, a little frisky, and she’d lain on their quilt-covered bed, completely naked, her hand loosely covering one breast. That night, she had looked at him with so much love that Finn honestly felt he could have lifted a mountain or two.
She was looking at him like that again, but there were tears in her eyes. She caught his wrist before he could free himself completely. “I can’t,” she whispered.
Finn did not move. He slid his hand into hers, interlocking their fingers. His heart was racing and blood was rushing through him. “What is it, Macy?” he asked, trying to catch his breath. “Is it the ranch? Don’t worry, I’m used to starting at the bottom and working my way up. Whatever happened, I’ve survived a whole lot worse.”
“It’s not the ranch. It’s…it’s mistakes and…” She closed her eyes.
Finn put his finger on her wedding ring. It was always sliding around her finger. He kissed her cheek, nibbled her ear. “What’s the matter, baby? Is it the horses? Did you sell them?” he made himself ask. A champion cutting horse was worth tens of thousands of dollars. He hoped she’d gotten the right price. He kissed her neck at the point it curved into her shoulder.
“They told me you were dead.”
“It’s okay. We’ll get more horses.”
“It’s not okay—”
“Macy, it’s okay.” He lifted his head and put his finger on her ring again, and through the haze of overwhelming desire, felt something odd. “None of that matters.”
“They told me you were dead,” she repeated softly. “They said they had
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