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I almost snort. “I’ve never written my feelings out in text, okay?”
He locks eyes with me. “I didn’t get them until I left Clary at your brother’s instructions. Instead of writing you back, I figured I’d say everything in person.” I look at him expectantly, waiting for him to come out with it then. He leans forward with a mischievous smile. “Oh, I’m going to do all that but I’ll be inside you when I do.”
My face flames. I lay my head on his shoulder, and he holds me until our stop. We get off the bus hand-in-hand, walking silently. When we get closer to the house, Finn picks up the pace. He unlocks the door and throws it open when Max saunters forward to greet us.
The poor little thing yips, throwing himself into Finn’s arms, and I wonder if that’s exactly what I looked like when I did the same thing at the gym. He loves on the dog, cuddling Maxie while I stand next to him, tracing my fingers up and down his spine. His muscles ripple underneath my skin. I can’t stop touching him. I don’t want to.
“Give me one second.” Finn stands, pressing a quick kiss to my lips and then strides toward the kitchen. He rummages around in the treat bin and showers Max with a bunch of meat bites before letting the dog outside. He all but marches back to me like he’s on a mission. Immediately, he wraps his arms around me again, kissing me with so much force that I nearly topple backward. His fingers tangle in my hair, tugging to change the angle and deepening his exploration of my mouth. He walks us backward until my back presses against the wall with a solid thud. His hips find mine, grinding his erection against me. The dig of his fingers into my hips has me gasping for breath, my panties dampening at his reckless passion.
Kissing up the line from jaw to ear, he sucks my earlobe into his mouth. His hot breath caressing the same sensitive area sets me on fire. “I immediately wished we had so much more time together,” he breathes. “I want to live between these thighs.”
I place my hands on his shoulders and climb his body, once again locking my legs around his ass. We both groan simultaneously when the movement brings us together right where we want. “Take me upstairs, Finn,” I demand.
He complies with another moan, kissing down my neck to my clavicle. I drop my head backward as he easily navigates the steps before walking into his room and kicking the door closed behind us. The waning light outside deepens the shadows in the room, making it so I can only see his outline as he lays me on the bed.
“Can you turn the light on? I want to see you.”
He reaches back, flipping the switch until he’s illuminated before me, his hot gaze raking down my body. “So much better.” He drops to his knees, fingers wrapping around the waistband of my leggings and pulling them to my ankles. He takes my panties right with them, eases my shoes off then my barrier of clothing. Parting my knees, he wraps his strong hands around my thighs and yanks me forward until his hot breath caresses my folds. He darts his tongue out in an exploratory kiss. “Just like I remembered.”
I buck off the mattress into his moaning full lips, and he takes my offering with abandon, working me up in a short amount of time.
My memory did not do him justice. Holy hell. “Finn,” I gasp. “I want you inside me.” I fist the sheets as spikes of pleasure roll through my body.
He looks up, taking me in, and the determination in his gaze sends a shiver from my toes to the crown of my head. Anticipation crawls over me, and I lie back, waiting for his wild ride.
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Slowly, he rolls his tongue over my clit with his steely eyes on mine. It feels like a dare, a challenge to make me tell him to stop because he knows how badly I want his dick inside me. My thighs clench.
“I’m just saying,” I breathe out, stopping myself from lacing my hands behind his head and holding him to me. “I know how long you can spend down there, but I want to feel you.”
Ignoring me, he closes his eyes, lips and tongue driving me completely mad. He brings me to the brink and backs off. “Remove your shirt, Leenie,” he instructs, mouth hovering over my sensitive flesh.
I lean up, grasping my athletic tank by the hem and peeling it over my head. The bra is stitched in again, so when I toss it to the side, I’m bare, my breasts rising and falling in quick succession.
He glides his hands up my sides, up over my ribcage, to the swell of my breasts. His fingers knead and play in a rhythm that he takes up with his mouth on my bundle of nerves. I peek down my body, watching him savor his every move like he’s eating the most delicious dessert off an expensive buffet. The noises emanating from his throat turn me on as much as his movements.
The more I try to hold back a climax, the further up he ratchets me. “Finn!” I warn. “I’m not going to be able to—”
“I want to taste your pleasure,” he hums, sucking on my clit again.
My hips come off the bed, right into him. He moves his grip to my ass, propping me up as he feasts on me. “Cock...” I manage to get out.
“I’m going to give it to you. I promise.”
He places one arm around my back and moves his free hand between us. He doesn’t test the boundaries this time. He doesn’t make sure I’m wet enough. He guides two fingers into my pussy, and I buck against him wildly.
“Yes. Ride my face. More.” He thrusts his fingers inside my core in time with swirling his tongue around my clit. My shaking body hits the precipice, and I cry out. He removes his fingers, gripping my ass again with focused attention on my tight bud, driving me higher and higher, prolonging my orgasm until he mercifully kisses up my thigh and to my hip.
My muscles relax, and I all but melt into a puddle on his bed. “You’re so fucking good at that. Holy shit.” I can’t even be mad that I didn’t cum around his cock yet.
He chuckles, and I open my eyes to find him reaching behind his head to remove his shirt. His gloriously defined body awaits, and I take in every hard dip and chiseled muscle until I get to his belly button. Standing, he pushes his joggers down his muscular legs. Again, he doesn’t waste time with undergarments. Whatever he was wearing underneath his joggers is gone, his cock standing at attention, straining.
He reaches over to his bedside table, removing a single condom. Tearing it open, he grins at me. “I want to take my time with you, beautiful.” He rolls the rubber down his impressive length, and thank the heavens, my body comes alive again. Crawling over me, he takes his time kissing up my eager flesh. Licking my inner knee, sucking the junction of my thigh, then moving higher, dipping the tip of his tongue in my belly button crevice. Moving up, he brushes featherlight kisses over my ribs, then trails his tongue over the curve of my breast.
With a firm hand around my back, he hikes me up the bed, following after me with sensual kisses between my breasts that raise the hair on my arms. He settles at my entrance, and my breath hitches. My body is screaming for him. Slowly, he peeks up, eyelashes fanning over his cheeks. He moves one hand around my leg, holding it in the crook of his arm while he steadies himself on his other palm.
Poised there, I’m practically coming apart with need. “Is this okay?” he asks, his cock settling against my pussy. I nod eagerly, sucking my bottom lip into my mouth. He presses inside, moving so slow that I moan at his leisurely pace. It takes him forever to fill me. Every last hard ridge works past my opening in excruciating and pleasurable detail. We never look away from each other, as if a promise passes between us in that moment. When he’s finally buried inside me all the way to the hilt, he leans over me, taking my leg with him and moving it against my body.