She was lost then, pleasure crashed into her, sweeping her away in rush of sensation.
He followed, kissing her as his body jerked forward. He arched into her, his head thrown, and his moan echoing. He slumped over her, breathing hard and feeling deliciously heavy. She closed her eyes, running her hands up and down his back slowly.
He moved to her side so quickly, Jessa frowned.
But then his hand rested against her stomach. “Don’t want to hurt you.”
She lay there, all the worry and concern from the night before seeping back. Thomas’s face. He’d believed what he’d told her, believed she was in danger. But how could that be true? She felt good, even battered and bruised. Maybe it was just the Others? If they hadn’t had a baby in decades, as Ellen said, they would want to study her and this pregnancy? Unless Ellen wasn’t hoping to save her, just her baby. She swallowed, hating the questions, the anxiety, that consumed her. She covered Finn’s hand, needing comfort.
His thumb brushed across her knuckles.
“I miss Oscar,” she murmured.
Finn smiled. “Me too. We’ll meet them at the refuge later.”
She sat up then, stretching. “Then let’s hurry.” She paused. “Except all I have is a hospital gown.” She glanced at him over her shoulder, loving the hunger in his eyes as he stared at her bare back.
He ran a finger down her spine, crawling forward to press a kiss to the base of her back. She shuddered as his tongue and lips worked up her spine, latching onto the nape of her neck and sucking lightly.
His arms came around her, his fingers sliding up her breasts so his hands could cup them. He groaned, biting her neck gently. “The clothes can wait.”
She closed her eyes and leaned into him, his hands were magic, working her nipples into tight peaks before sliding down her stomach and between her legs. Jessa gripped his thighs, the stroke of his thumb all that mattered. She was coming in seconds. His big hands pressed against her back, urging her onto her knees.
His fingers ran down her back, bracing her hips, and sank home.
She clenched, the girth of his arousal running against every nerve.
The sound he made was amazing. Guttural, raw, and hungry. She arched into him, his frenzy, the grip and slide of his hands, almost desperate. He pummeled into her and she tilted forward, welcoming all of him.
He lost it then. A broken curse, his fingers digging into her hips, as he folded over her. He growled out his climax, muffling the sound against her back.
He fell to his side, tucking her close. “Sorry,” he panted.
She shook her head, unable to speak.
They lay there until breathing was easier.
“I’m going to shower. Join me?” Finn asked, nuzzling the back of her neck.
Jessa sighed, still tingling. “Give me a minute,” she looked over her shoulder. “Not sure my legs will work yet.”
“I’ll get the water going.” He pressed a kiss on her shoulder, the cold air against her skin signaling he was gone.
She curled up tightly, tugging the blanket over her, clinging to the warmth and security Finn inspired.
It faded quickly. The questions and fears that seemed manageable with him nearby turned impossibly overwhelming in his absence. Part of it was his confidence. He knew this world, had lived it. For Jessa, things were still equal parts fairy tale and nightmare.
Right now, she should hold on to the fairy tale. She had Finn. She had Oscar, sweet baby boy. Her family was safe. Why was she letting a lie eat away at the contentment she had every right to?
She stared up at the ceiling, resting her hands on her stomach. Finn said they’d find out when they saw Hollis. But she wanted to talk to Ellen.
It didn’t take long for her to tug on a hotel bathrobe, write Finn a quick note, and head down the hall to Ellen’s room, ignoring the odd looks she got en route. She knocked on the door firmly. “It’s Jessa,” she said.
The door opened immediately, Gentry’s eyes widening. “Where’s Finn?”
“Showering,” she said, brushing past him and into the room.
Ellen sat on the bed, wearing an identical robe. She smiled at Jessa. “We could start a cult. Matching duds. All white. At least we’d be comfortable.”