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I reach between us, grabbing the hem of his shirt and tugging upward. The entire time I’ve been living with him, I haven’t once seen him shirtless. I’ve tried. I’ve walked toward the bathroom when he was coming out, but he’s always clothed. Always.
He takes over, reaching behind his head to grab the back and lifting. I lie back in appreciation as every rippled ab comes into view. His miles and miles of torso are highlighted by dips and muscled planes. His clearly defined pecs are revealed next, and I bite my lip as he sits back to tear the shirt fully over his head and drop it to the floor behind him.
He starts to move back down, but I touch his biceps. “Stop.”
His mouth drops. “Anything. Whatever you want.”
He starts to move away, but I dig my fingers into him. “No. No, God no,” I reinforce. “Stay. I just want to look at you.”
Understanding dawns on his face, and he leans over me again. I’m literally caged in by a man who has more muscles than anyone I’ve ever met.
“I guess protein does do a body good,” I mock.
The corners of his lips turn up. “Your turn.”
I’m suddenly stupidly embarrassed. I’ve always had the normal body struggles, but to be in front of someone like Finn, I suddenly want to ask him if I can keep everything I can on and maybe also shut the door to keep all possible light from illuminating me.
He reads me. I’m almost positive. Leaning down, he presses a soft kiss to my lips. “You’re so damn beautiful, Leenie. Trust me.”
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He runs his hands up my sides, taking the crop top with him. He moves the band of the shelf bra out and over my breasts, and then I lift my hands as he peels the fabric off, dropping the article of clothing next to us on the bed. He stares down, awe-stricken. Or at least, I’d like to think so. He presses his hand to my chest, then moves his palm down the valley between my breasts to my stomach before dropping to his elbows, his chest pressed against mine.
Slow kisses break up our normal speed. It’s like we’re searching for something that’s hard to find, so we take our time, acquainting ourselves. His erection hardens more and more until he starts grinding his hips against me.
Like before, the fabric of our outfits leaves nothing to the imagination. More comfortable in my body, I break the kiss to hook my thumbs under the waistband of my pants. I shimmy them down my legs as Finn pulls back to watch. With one solid knee between my own, he helps me remove the leggings the rest of the way until I’m lying there in soaked panties. I’ve already flooded the crotch from our grinding.
He guides his palms up my thighs then grips my hips with that same possessiveness I love. Standing, he trails his fingertips over my skin until goosebumps erupt all over my body, settling in when he pushes his joggers down to reveal his straining boxer briefs. He must kick his shoes and socks off because when he settles between my legs again, he’s as clothed as I am. “We’re even,” I say, reaching down to rub my hands up his ripped thighs. I didn’t know legs could look like this. Mine certainly don’t. When I’ve finished my perusal, I wrap my ankles around his ass and tug him closer, groaning as his dick meets my heat. “I don’t want to go back after we do this,” I tell him. “We come clean. I’ll tell Cole not to fuck with you guys.”
Cupping my cheek, he gives me a curt nod. “Agreed. Whatever the consequences are, I’m willing because I can’t accept the flip side.”
I swallow at the meaning behind his words. He’d rather jeopardize everything he’s built with his brother than lose me. Rather than waste one more day not being true to the feelings we have for each other.
He lowers his head, letting his lips trail over my collarbone again. He doesn’t kiss, he just gently glides over my sensitive skin in featherlight touches that drive me out of my mind. “When you were touching yourself...” He grinds into me as if I need a reminder of where he’s going with this. “What was I doing?”
“Straining inside me,” I tell him, reaching down to cup that hunk of muscle he calls an ass and moving him into me. “Like you could barely hold yourself back.”
He shivers. “Fuck.” His unrestrained hip thrusts hit me exactly where I want him. We grind against one another, and my core heats, but it’s not enough. It won’t be until he’s inside me.
“I want to see you,” I beg.
He kisses my collarbone and sits back. With much more grace than I could’ve mustered, he moves his boxer briefs down his thick thighs, kicking the black cotton off when they get to his ankles.
More arousal dampens my panties as I lay eyes on his cock. Through his boxers, I had a suspicion he’d be big. Suspicions now confirmed. “Jesus.”
“In a good way?”
I rake my gaze up him. “In a very good way.” I’m practically pulsing with desire.
He lowers himself over me, pressing his lips to mine like the dam just burst. He sucks on my lower lip, then plunges his tongue into my mouth, taking control, taking every rational thought with him as he works me up.
Just like when we were on the couch, he sneaks his hand under my panties, moaning when he finds me wet. He trails his fingers down my slit and then up, moving his adept touch to the bundle of nerves just waiting for him. He circles, still keeping my lips busy with intense kisses that blow my mind until I can barely think.
Before I let him take me all the way, I grab his wrist, making him stop. “I want you inside me when I come,” I breathe. “Please.”
He kisses my forehead, then hooks his fingers under the waistband of my panties and starts to peel them down. I bring my knees together, so he can skirt them over my calves and off.
My vibrating body waits for him as he peruses every square inch of my bare skin. His gaze lingers on the patch of coarse hair leading to my pussy. I watch him with the same intensity. A bead of cum hovers on his slit. I can’t decide if I want to force him to the bed and lick it off, then take him into my mouth, or keep going with what we’ve started.