Page 153 of Lost Lyrebird

When I’m in deep enough, I disappear under the water and swim to him.I don’t stop swimming until I reach him, then I rise and stand before him.Not as the girl he used to know, but in his eyes, I can see that who I am now is who he wants.He consumes me with his gaze, in a way that tells me he loves what he sees.

As if to put an exclamation point on that, he cups my cheek and rubs his thumb over my cheekbone.The desire in his gaze makes it impossible to look away.

And I know that this… this is it.The moment I either give in to him and embrace this fully, or make excuses and spend the rest of the day trying to fight this gravitational pull.

It’sthemost pivotal fucking moment of my life.And what do I do besides meet his intense blue-eyed gaze with my own, and study those features that I have loved for too damn long?

I say fuck it, because I can’t keep denying this feeling anymore.Doing so puts me at odds with myself, my own mind, my own sanity.It’s a constant battle of wills that I lose every damn time, because the ache for him is all I’ve ever known.And I don’t want to keep struggling in vain.Not for one more day, one more minute, one more second.

I want to fucking live and find happiness.Every path I take leads me back to him as if trying to show me where I need to go to find it.I’m finally ready to listen and see where this road leads.

And in a way, I’ve always known that running from this feeling is a lost cause.Whatever we have is stronger than any force I’ve ever come in contact with.It’s like Fate just won’t let us be anything but this—together and in love, or the whole fucking world falls apart for the both of us.

So yeah, I give in and take what I’ve craved for so long.I palm the back of his neck at the same time he wraps his hand around my waist.I’m yanked into his body, and I tug his mouth down to mine.We eliminate every inch of space between us, and the moment we make contact is akin to two weather systems colliding.A life-altering force affecting time and space.

Water splashes from the waterfall, a bird cries, and the world rights itself.

Separately, the sexual tension is weatherable and bearable, but together and connected, it dominates everything and bows to nothing.Finn and I—we are just pawns to this intense connection we share.

Which also seems dialed up to the highest level, as if we both know it’s our one last shot to get it right.

I give him all of me in that kiss, and if the way he greedily devours my mouth and boldly explores my curves is any indication, he gives me all of him in return.

We cling to each other like our lives depend on this moment.Hell, maybe it does.

When I jump, he catches me.My arms wind behind his neck, and my legs easily wrap around his waist.

Another bird cries out nearby.We both peer up to see a flock of them take off as one into the sky.When I look back down, I search his eyes.He cradles my face and stares up at me.

“Are we doing this?”

I nod.“We’re doing this.”

“Thank fuck.”And then he pulls me in for another kiss.I hum in pleasure against his mouth, and he sucks on my tongue a moment before deepening the kiss.His fingers knead my back, then venture down, and he grips my ass.I grind down hard against the hard ridge of his cock.The half-growl, half-groan he releases has my belly fluttering with excitement, and chills breaking out across my fevered skin.

On our next breath, he shakes his head.“Woman, you’ve got no damn idea what you do to me.”

I grin slyly.“Tell me.”

“Rock my fuckin’ world in the best goddamn way.”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck yes, you do.”

I suck on his bottom lip.I’m rewarded with his fingers sinking into my flesh more deeply.After lightly scraping my teeth across his lip, I let it go.Our tongues dance, and he tilts my head to change up the angle of our kiss.

Sinking my fingers into his hair, I lightly scratch his scalp.His fingers deftly untie the string at my back.I only leave his mouth for a split second to let him rip the offending bikini top away, and he tosses it aside without care, before crashing his lips back to mine.

When my breasts press against his chest, his sparse chest hair brushes over my nipples.With my left hand, I reach down and palm his cock.Then I sneak my hand under his briefs and moan at the velvety feel of him as I wrap my fingers around him.The water helps ease the glide as I stroke my hand up and down a few times, and then caress his sack.His growl is one hundred percent primal and all need.

I try to push his briefs out of the way, but I don’t manage it entirely.

He helps, and then his hand comes back to me.His fingers delve under my swimsuit at my core.He finds my clint instantly and rubs the aching nub with skilled fingers, using a swift and harsh circular motion.

The kiss turns scorching, and we both moan at the same time.

The desperate need riding us is maddening and all-consuming.