“Oh my gosh,” I gasped at the publically petting couple. I stifled a laugh, feeling embarrassed for them. It looked like they were trying to eat each other.
“What?” Fin asked from his game surveillance.
I laughed out loud at the guys’ brazenness as his hand traveled up the outside of his girlfriend’s thigh before slipping under her short skirt. “Oh my gosh,” I whispered again.
With some of his earlier impatience gone Fin asked in a gentler tone, “What is it?”
Reluctantly I answered, “There is this couple on the green across the street. They’re…. they’re basically having sex.” My cheeks heated bright red, but I could not stop watching them. “Ok, maybe not sex but seriously making out.”
“And that bothers you?” Fin asked intuitively.
“No,” I said too quickly. “I mean, it doesn’t bother me. I just, I’ve never been able to do that. Like, make out in public.”
“Never?” Fin asked in disbelief. “You’ve never made out in public?”
I hadn’t really made out in private either, but he didn’t need to know that. “No way! It’s so…. tacky.”
“Yet, you can’t take your eyes off the couple across the street,” Fin murmured huskily.
Sputtering to defend myself I said, “Only because they’re being so crazed about it. He’s trying to swallow her head! And he has his whole arm up her skirt!”
“And that embarrasses you?”
I could feel the intensity of his gaze on my back, his intelligent eyes studying me, but still I couldn’t stop watching the couple below. “No, it doesn’t embarrass me. It’s just…. I’ve never, I don’t know, I’ve never wanted someone so badly that I had to have them, right then, right there.”
Fin stood up and walked to the farthest window away from me so he could see the couple, the man now practically lying on top of the woman, groping her in full view of everyone else. Fin’s smile turned wicked as he took in what I had been watching. “You’ve never been so taken with someone that you couldn’t do anything else until your mouth was on theirs? Until your hands were exploring their body thoroughly? Memorizing every inch of exposed skin? Discovering every single unexposed secret?”
Feeling, very suddenly out of breath I glanced over at Fin only to catch him staring at me and not the couple down below. “No,” I whispered. I shook my head, trying to come back to myself. “But I don’t really like kissing.”
That brought Fin out of wherever he had gone too. “What?” he demanded tersely.
I let out a nervous laugh, embarrassed I admitted that. “I don’t know, it’s just never really done anything for me.”
“Then you’re not being kissed properly,” he objected quickly.
“I don’t think it’s them,” I argued, although by them, I really only meant Colton and this boy I went to summer camp with when I was thirteen. “I think it’s me. I just can’t seem to ever get out of my own head, you know? It’s like I’m stuck up there analyzing and thinking and I just can’t ever really get into it. I might be broken.” I didn’t really think I was broken, just maybe not very lusty. But still, to a purely sexual, virile man like Fin, broken would be the most sense he could make out of me.
Fin’s eyes locked to mine and burned with a palpable need. I swallowed roughly, against my instinct to hide from him, to hide from how concentrated everything was about him, how I could feel his desire from all the way across the room, how it rippled in the air between us, electrifying every one of my senses.
Before he even took a step, I realized I just threw down a challenge; a challenge to a competitive, aggressive alpha male going to school on a full ride athletic scholarship. He would see that challenge and feel only the driving need to conquer, to win.Crap.
“No shit,” he mumbled. His tall, toned body was stalking over to me. Each step seemed to make his entire body ripple with intent.
“Excuse me?” I huffed, slipping a hand to my hip. I knew it was true, but I didn’t like that Fin thought he had me all figured out.
“No shit,” he said slower, a hint of amusement tilting his lips.
Feeling offended but mostly panicked by the wicked glint in his eyes, I let out a puff of indignation, “No shit? No shit? Yes shit!” I argued heatedly. “Yes, very much shit! What does that phrase even mean? You don’t have to-“
My tirade was abruptly cut off when Fin pressed his lips against mine. The force of his surprisingly soft lips against mine took my breath away and whatever I was going to say immediately disappeared, completely forgotten. Fin wrapped a strong arm around my waist, and held the other against the nape of my neck. He wasn’t forcing me into this kiss, but his aggressive body language made it clear I wasn’t going anywhere either. He took a step, and then another step and suddenly my back was pushed against the rough brick wall, and his chest was pressed into mine.
All the while his lips moved slowly, seductively against mine. His tongue swept against my bottom lip and before I could register my actions I opened my mouth for him, letting him in. His tongue met my tongue and I felt him groan with satisfaction at the connection. My breaths became shallow, my head became dizzy, there was nothing outside of Fin’s mouth. He worked it against me, slowly building my need until it was a frenzy of pure, unadulterated lust and want.
Unable to keep myself from touching him any longer, I brought my hands up to grip his chest. Slowly I slid them up, relishing the feel of hard muscle beneath my fingers. Even through the thin material of his t-shirt I could feel how sculpted his entire body was. Soon, my arms were wrapped around Fin’s neck and I was clinging to him to stay upright.
The hand that gripped my neck, slid up into my hairline, grasping my hair in a tight fist. I gasped at his power; not that he hurt me, but there was this promised roughness that did nothing but turn me on more. His other hand slipped quickly under my own shirt, and he pressed his flat hand against the heat of my back. The contact of skin on skin made me shiver against him and in response his mouth took mine even hungrier.
His kiss grew more hectic, more frenzied. I weaved one of my own hands through his hair, and my other gripped his shoulder for balance, my nails dug into his shoulder, but it was all I could do to hold on to him. His kisses were like drugs, sending my brain into a mindless haze and my body into a fire of craving.
