But at the same time, he couldn’t stand there and pretend she hadn’t meant—stillmeant—the world to him. That he hadn’t thought of her every day while he’d been gone. Hadn’t wanted to come back to her dozens of times but stopped himself simply because he’d thought it’d been for the best.
What a fucking idiot he’d been.
“Why’d you come back here, Finn?” She held up her hand to stop him before he could answer. “And don’t say because of the bar. You could’ve opened a bar anywhere in the country, and yet you chose Havenbrook. Why?”
He polished off his sandwich and loaded his plate in the dishwasher, buying himself some time. But, hell, hadn’t he just thought he wanted to tell her everything he could? If he couldn’t be transparent with her about the reason he left, the least he could do was be honest with her now.
“You’re not anywhere else in the country, now are you, Willowtree?”
She froze with her sandwich halfway to her mouth, her eyes wide as she stared at him. And while he was happy to lay his truth out on the line and reveal that part of himself, he didn’t want to answer a dozen questions about it. Not just yet.
Besides, he had much better plans for his mouth.
Finn stepped in front of her, uncrossing her ankles and slipping into the space between her legs. Gripping her hips, he slid her closer to the edge of the counter. “I think I promised you some time with my tongue.”
“But…” She swallowed, her eyes darting back and forth between his. “I haven’t finished yet.” She held up the remaining bite of her sandwich.
“And you go on and take as much time as you need finishin’ it. I’m gonna feast on somethin’ else for a while.” Sliding his hands down her thighs, he hooked his thumbs under the hem of her skirt and pulled it up, exposing more of those luscious thighs every second. “Now tell me, sweetness. You still got on your panties under this pretty skirt?”
Goose bumps covered her flesh as she gave a slow shake of her head. “They were too wet, so I took ’em off.”
Christ, she’d been sitting up there with absolutely nothing covering her pussy. Absolutely nothing separating them. No wonder she’d crossed her ankles, attempting to keep up a modicum of modesty. No need for that now.
“No panties…not very proper of you, Miss Haven.” He tsked in mock disapproval when in actuality his cock positively throbbed inside its denim prison. He slid his nose along the column of her neck, feeling her panting breaths against the side of his face. Placed a kiss against the faint birthmark shaped like Africa just behind her ear. Goddamn, he’d missed that mark. “Can’t deny it makes my job easier, though. You go on and finish your sandwich now. This won’t take but a minute.”
Without waiting for her response, Finn dropped to his knees, the counter the perfect height for him to be eye level with the heaven she held between her legs. He kissed one thigh, then the other, encouraging her to spread those legs a little with each brush of his lips against her. Hands cupping her ass, he guided her forward until she was perched at the edge of the counter, skirt bunched up around her hips, and her perfect pink pussy on display for him.
When they’d been teenagers, she’d only let him do this a couple of times, even when he’d assured her he’d loved it. At the time, she’d been too apprehensive of what she might smell like—heaven—and what she might taste like—again,heaven.
She wasn’t apprehensive now, though. Didn’t have a self-conscious bone in her pliable body. Nope, this time when he ran his tongue up her inner thigh, she didn’t clamp her legs around his head and keep him at bay. Instead, she spread those beauties wider, welcoming his mouth.
So he gave it to her.
He took a swipe through her slit, soaking in every ounce of her taste. Groaning when her arousal hit his tongue. “Even sweeter than that honey I just had, aren’t you, Willowtree? So fucking sweet.”
The plate clanged to the counter, and then her hands were in his hair, guiding him, tugging him every which way. Like she wasn’t quite sure if she wanted more or less of him.
Well, he’d settle that one for her.More.So much more.
Finn brushed his lips along her pussy, fluttering his tongue against her clit, all the while Willow chanted his name and rocked her hips up toward his seeking mouth.
He pulled back, replacing his mouth with his fingers. Tracing every inch of her before sliding them deep inside. “Gonna make you come all over my tongue right here in the kitchen. Then I’m gonna take you into my bedroom, lay you out on my sheets, and do it all over again. A dozen times if you want. Ahundred. I’ll never get tired of licking your sweet pussy. Never get tired of making you come with my mouth.”
And then he did. Too worked up to draw this out any longer, he affixed his mouth to her, sucked her straight between his lips, and didn’t let up. With his fingers pumping deep inside her, he flicked his tongue against her clit in a relentless rhythm until she bowed off the counter, her fingernails digging into his scalp.
“Finn…”
He groaned against her as she did exactly what he’d promised she would. Willow rolled her hips against his mouth as he guided her through her climax. As he drew out her pleasure for as long as he possibly could. And even after, he fluttered his tongue against her, loving how she shuddered under his hands, her fingers soothing in his hair, craving those happy little sighs of contentment falling from her lips.
But Christ, he craved so much more.
With another single kiss to her pussy, he stood, then hauled her into his arms, strode straight toward his bedroom, and kicked his door shut.
“I didn’t finish my sandwich.”
“I’ll make you another one later.” He dropped her on the mattress, then reached behind him and yanked his shirt off before tossing it to the side. “You’ve got me burning up, Willowtree. Got me aching for that sweet heaven between your legs. Need to get inside you before I go mad.”
He popped the button on his jeans and slid the zipper down, sighing as his cock finally got some relief. But instead of shoving his boxer briefs down, instead of reaching inside and gripping his erection, he waited for Willow. Lord knew he had no idea why she’d agreed to this in the first place, and he wasn’t going to take for granted the fact that she could put the brakes on at any moment. Was, in fact, going to wait for her to give him the go-ahead, no matter how long it took. Even if that meant standing there with balls the color of midnight.
