Page 4 of Making Home with You (The Rockport Beach #3)

I stand in the middle of my kitchen unable to make sense of what’s going on right now.

How the hell is this woman, who I haven’t been able to stop thinking about, standing in my house, making herself at home as though this is all completely normal?

And how I am so totally okay with it, too?

As much as I might have implied last night that anything happening between us was a bad idea, I know I didn’t really mean it.

I do want something to happen between us, because not only am I incredibly attracted to her, I also want more. A lot more and not even Ryan or my resistance to long-term relationships can dampen that.

“Drink, Finn,” she whispers, stepping closer and nudging the bottle toward me.

I do as she says, surprised at how easily the cold beer goes down. Swallowing, I ask, “Where exactly does Ryan think you are right now?”

I can’t help but wonder if she’s told him or worse still, he already knows what’s previously happened between us. Although given he isn’t currently beating down my door, I’m guessing she hasn’t.

Sarah shrugs. “Told them I was going for a drive,” she says. “Checking out the town and I’d bring home dinner.”

I chuckle now. “Won’t be a long drive,” I say, swallowing hard as she takes a step closer to me.

“Well then,” she says, as she reaches out and slides a finger into the waistband of my sweats, tugging me toward her. “Guess we’d better get started then, hadn’t we?”

Then she pushes up on her toes and kisses me, hard.

I almost stumble backward in shock and it’s only Sarah’s hand gripping my sweats that keeps me on my feet. She steps even closer, pressing her body against mine as she deepens the kiss.

My body reacts instinctively, my arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her closer as her lips part beneath mine.

“Sarah,” I murmur, half in protest even though my body is screaming at me to shut the hell up.

“Shut up, Finn,” she says, her hand now sliding into my sweats and finding my dick.

I let out a loud groan, my body practically humming with desire as she starts to slowly stroke me. “What about your brother?” I force out, even though Ryan is the last thing I want to be thinking about right now.

She smiles against my mouth. “Like I said,” she murmurs, pulling back a little. “Shut up, Finn.”

I stare down at her, my heart pounding in my chest and now drowning out the voice in my head telling me this is not a good idea. Her grin widens as though she knows she’s got me and I watch as she takes my beer and puts it on the counter with hers, before leading me back to the living room.

But I don’t want to do this in here, not least because the blinds are open and anyone could potentially see in. Tugging on her hand, I pull her back to my bedroom all the while she continues to grin up at me.

Inside, with my hands on her hips, I back her up to my unmade bed. She’s kissing me again before her legs even hit the mattress, her hands sliding under my t-shirt and pulling it over my head.

“Shit,” she whispers as she throws it across the room.

“What?”

She looks up at me, lust and desire all over her face. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

I can’t stop the grin as I pull her against me and kiss her again, my tongue sliding into her mouth as she gasps. “I could say the same about you,” I murmur and I can feel her smile against my lips.

Sarah’s hands slide down my sides, her fingers inching under my sweats and pushing them down my hips. I watch as she pulls back a little, sitting down on the bed and pushing them down my legs. Then before I can say a word, she’s sliding my already hard dick into her mouth.

“Fuck,” I half shout, my head falling back as she slowly starts to suck me off.

I force myself to look at her, watch as her head moves slowly up and down, teasing me with her tongue and hands. It’s agony and torture and fucking amazing, all at the same time.

But I don’t want to come like this, I want more. And I really want to see her naked too.

Pulling her up, I yank off her sweater and throw it on the floor. My hands immediately go to the button of her jeans and because she knows we don’t have much time, Sarah helps me out until both of us are standing here, completely naked.

My eyes rake over her body, my hand trailing from her throat, down between her breasts, over her stomach and to her thighs. Slowly, I slide a finger between them, teasing her clit a little before slipping lower.

“God, you’re so wet,” I murmur, as my mouth finds hers again.

We both fall back onto the bed, Sarah’s legs opening to accommodate me. I feel her arms wrap around me, our mouths kissing each other hungrily as I scramble for the side table and a condom.

Sarah grabs my arm. “I’m on the pill,” she says.

I pull back a little, look down at her. She stares up at me, a nervous look on her face as she bites her bottom lip as though she isn’t sure what I’m going to think of what she’s just told me.

“I don’t fuck without a condom,” I tell her. Which is true, because generally speaking, I don’t know the women I’m with all that well.

“Neither do I,” she says and I get what she’s telling me, what she’s now giving me permission for.

And as risky as it is, I want it. I want feel her, all of her. And even though I barely know her, I know I can trust her. Just knowing now who her family is, is proof enough of that.

“Finn,” she says, leaning up and taking my bottom lip between her teeth.

“God, woman,” I growl as I position myself against her. “You’re going to be death of me.” And then I slide my dick inside her and we both groan.