Page 30 of The Nicest Thing

My nerves started to come back, fast and furious, but Finn leaned forward before I could get too in my head. His eyes were intense as they locked with mine.

"Rose, are you kidding?" he said.

His hands pressed against my hips, rising slowly, softly to the dip in my waist, making my breath hitch.

"I've dreamed of touching you like this for years."

He caressed the sides of my breasts.

"These tits are what dreams are made of."

"Finn," I said as heat suffused my cheeks.

"I'm serious," he said, lingering there for several moments before his hands moved back down. "And these hips. Fuck, I love these and this ass."

Finn squeezed me there, causing a moan to escape.

"I love this body, Rose."

"Good to know," I gasped, running my fingertips along his chest down to his abs. "I'm a fan of yours too."

"Good to know," he echoed.

I almost laughed, but that cut off quick as he unsnapped my bra, ducked his head, and gave my nipple a lick followed by a long suck. The moan that escaped my lips was positively indecent.

"She likes that."

"She does," I agreed.

"Let's see what else you like."

"Full disclosure," I panted as he kissed down my ribs, nipping at my thighs, sliding my panties off along the way.

"I've only done this once, sex I mean, just to get it over with.

See what all the fuss was about, you know?

It's been years. Afterward, the guy I was with ghosted me. We never talked again."

Finn stopped, looking up at me from beneath his lashes.

"I think I may be bad at sex," I finished.

"I think," he said slowly, "the guy you were with is an idiot."

"I'm serious."

"Me too."

His breath hit my thighs in little puffs of air, making my core clench.

"Now, open."

My body listened as if he had some kind of power over me. My thighs parted, and Finn hummed.

"Beautiful," he murmured. "So fucking beautiful, Rose."

And then his mouth was on me.

I forgot to be nervous or self-conscious or anything else but present. With him. Every touch of his tongue lifted me higher. My hips wanted to jump off the bed, but luckily, anticipating this, Finn banded a strong arm across my hips.

He licked, sucked, and circled his tongue in a devastating rhythm.

I just kept climbing, gripping the sheets like a lifeline, turning my head to bury my moans in the pillow.

That was the only time Finn paused.

He lifted his head for just a second to say, "Don't. I want to hear you."

I stopped trying to be quiet after that.

Finn kept making these sounds of pleasure, as if he was the one getting off.

It was madness. Sweet, crazy madness. As Finn brought me to the brink, I crashed over the cliff.

But he was there to catch me. Finn only paused a second before he started again, seeming content to stay between my legs.

"Another," he said.

I was too love-drunk to argue.

I lost track of time.

But when I dragged Finn back up my body, he'd given me too many orgasms too count, and I was so hungry for him, I could barely stand it.

"Finn, can I—"

"Some other time," Finn said gruffly, pushing my hands away from his cock. "If I'm not inside you in the next five minutes, I'm going to die."

"I don't think you'd literally die," I said, unable to hold back a smile.

Finn smiled in return. "Let's not find out."

"Sounds good," I said breathlessly. "Finn, I need you."

"Are you sure?" he said.

I nodded.

There was no doubt in my mind.

Not when it came to him.

I didn't know it was possible, but I grew even more turned on as Finn rolled the condom into place. He settled over me, lining himself up at my entrance, and I put my hands on his shoulders, pulling him down for a deep, passionate kiss. As we parted, he stared into my eyes.

"I love you, Rose," he said.

"I love you more, Finn O'Brien," I said.

Without another word, he pushed inside me, hips moving in one long, slow glide. He didn't stop until he was fully embedded. Finn was big, long and thick in the best way possible. It took me a few moments to adjust to being so deliciously full.

"You okay?" he rasped.

"Yeah," I panted, "you?"

Finn licked his lips. "Perfect."

As he moved his hips, I gasped at the feeling. "You feel so good inside me."

His eyes closed on a groan. "Don't say things like that."

"But it's true."

"If you say things like that"—he made a noise as I lifted my hips, clenching my inner muscles around him, then he gave me two quick pumps of his hips that left me seeing stars—"and keep moving like that, I'm going to go off. And I want to make this last."

Finn looked at me, searching my face.

"Full disclosure, it's my first time."

My eyes widened, and my jaw dropped. "Finn…I didn't know."

"Don't worry. I'm a quick learner." He shot me a grin then rocked his hips, making us both gasp. "And you're my favorite subject."

I couldn't speak after that.

The fact that Finn chose to give me his virginity blew my mind. And he was so right. Finn O'Brien must've been the fastest learner on the planet because my core was already heating up again.

"Love how you clench around me," he said.

I moaned.

"And how you sound when I hit you in just the right spot."

"You…oh God…Finn!"

He leaned down, as he started to really pound me harder. "Love you screaming my name too."

Another moan.

"Keep those thighs spread for me, love."

My legs opened wider, giving him more room to move, and he groaned.

"Good girl."

Hooking a leg over his, I rolled him to his back and got on top. My hips rose and fell, and when I circled them, Finn's eyes rolled back into his head.

"Fuck, love you, Rose."

I loved him too. And damn if he didn't feel good. Too good. I couldn't believe I'd ever considered not doing this with him.

"Wanted you like this for years," he said, watching me as I rode him.

"You have?" I managed to get out.

Finn nodded, leaning up to capture my nipple in his mouth then giving the other the same treatment, pulling a moan from my lips.

"Wish I would've known," I breathed and brought my lips down to his, kissing him greedily. "I wanted you too."

Finn cursed then flipped me back over.

"I can't…come for me, Rose," he said, thrusting into me with more urgency. "Come with me."

I did. As Finn gave one final thrust, holding his hips against mine, I came with a moan, and he was right there with me.

He gave a few more long thrusts, prolonging both our pleasure, before laying down beside me.

Finn kissed my shoulder then got up to take care of the condom as I tried to catch my breath.

His legs looked a little shaky, and I smiled as he collapsed back onto the bed, pulling me into his side.

We laid there quietly for a few moments.

I couldn't seem to stop touching him. My hands moved from petting his chest to his biceps to his abs, hips, and back again.

Finn was the same way.

His hands were everywhere, but every few minutes, they'd move back to my hip and give it a squeeze.

"Finn?" I said after a while.

"Hmmm?"

"I love you."

When I looked up, he was smiling, a beautiful smile that was almost too big for his face. I didn't know if it was that post-orgasmic glow everyone talked about or my confession. But Finn was absolutely beaming.

"You mean it?" he asked.

I nodded, ducking my head, but he lifted my chin so I couldn't hide. "I've been in love with you for a very long time. I was just afraid to tell you."

"Why?"

"Because you're four years younger. Because you're my roommate's little brother."

He scoffed, but I shook my head.

"That is forbidden territory, my friend." I winced. "And that was another thing. I've never had a best friend like you. I was so afraid to lose you."

"That could never happen."

"Finn, you're my favorite person. Ever. I love you so much."

Finn kissed me then as if he couldn't help it.

"What was that for?"

"Because I love you," he said, running a hand through my hair, a look of awe on his face as if he couldn't believe it either. "For telling me, for letting me know I'm not alone in this."

He paused.

"You really love me?"

"I do," I said softly then laughed.

"What?"

"I read that if a guy says 'I love you' before sex, it means he's just trying to get laid," I said, smile widening as Finn frowned. "I don't believe it. But in the book, it's supposed to be more real if it's said after."

Finn nodded, rolled back on top of me, and my eyes widened, realizing he was hard again.

Or maybe he'd never gone soft.

I wasn't sure.

I just knew he felt so. damn. good.

And he wasn't even moving yet. Then he spoke the words that etched themselves on my heart.

"I love you, Rose. I'll tell you before, during, and after, as many times as you need to believe it," he murmured. "Ready to go again?"

"Yes," I breathed, having never come down from the first time.

As he grabbed another condom, I felt giddy.

"Hey, Rose?"

"Yeah, Finn?"

"I love you," he said.

And I believed it.