She didn’t say a word, just panted as she stared up at him, equal parts apprehension and arousal written all over her face. He knew her well enough to know she was probably worried about being played for a fool. Again. But one glance at the front of her shirt told him whatever worries she had were fighting hard with her desire. He could work with that. As long as he still had her attraction, he’d prove everything else to her in time.
He’d just have to work extra hard in the little amount they had.
Finn cupped one of her breasts and flicked his thumb over the hardened peak. Then he leaned down, dragging his lip across her jaw until he pressed his mouth to her ear. “I’ll be giving you everything too, Willowtree. Don’t you worry about that.”
No longer satisfied with the feel of her through layers of clothes, he slipped his hand under her shirt, pulled down the cup of her bra, and brushed his fingers over her nipple. Christ, he needed to feel her wrapped around him. Needed to take her right there against the damn wall, surrounded by dirt and dust and God knew what else. He couldn’t wait another minute.
“Finn—” She let out a moan and tilted her head back as he kissed and sucked and nipped along her neck, all the while he gripped every bit of her he could reach. “The door…”
Blindly, he reached out and swatted at the main door, finally connecting with it and slamming it shut to keep out any passersby. Couldn’t do a thing about the bare windows, but from where they were, tucked a bit to the side, someone would have to walk up and cup their hands around their face to see inside. It’d have to do.
“Any more excuses for me, sweetness?” he asked against her neck, licking up one side and nipping at her jaw.
She panted against the side of his face, her grip on his forearms so tight, her nails left crescent marks on his skin. “None.”
Like music to his goddamn ears. “Good.”
He thanked the Lord she was in another one of those skirts she seemed to love. He loved them too. Loved seeing her ass showcased in her trim skirts, her long, shapely legs on display. Loved even more that it took hardly anything until he had full access to her pussy. And he was going to take advantage of it.
“You know how many times I’ve fantasized about this? Dreamed about fucking you against a wall?” He cupped both her breasts as he rained kisses all over her neck and collarbone. “Used to be all I thought about when we were teenagers. Taking you out to the alley after a shift at the shelter, pressing you up against the brick wall, and making you moan my name. Dirtying up all that perfect Willowness. Jesus, the things I wanted to do to you back then would’ve had your daddy hauling me off to jail. You were always too good for me, weren’t you? Still are. Because you deserve to be made love to on a nice soft bed piled high with pillows, but I’m gonna fuck you against this wall like a goddamn animal instead.”
“Here?” She moaned low in his ear when he tweaked her nipples, her hips restless against him.
“Right here.” He dropped his hands to the outside of her thighs and slid them up, pulling her skirt as he went, until he cupped her ass. Until only a tiny piece of lace covered her from his questing fingers. Her panties were just the right size to hide the sparrow on her hip, and he’d bet one of his balls she bought that style specifically for that feature. She didn’t want to see it. Didn’t want to be reminded of what they’d had and lost. No, not lost—what he’d ripped from them both.
But hewanted to.Neededto.
Finn plucked his T-shirt from the waistband of his shorts and tossed it off to the side, then dropped to his knees in front of her. Gripping her hips, he leaned forward. Placed a kiss directly over her pussy barely hidden behind purple lace. He thumbed down the side of those cock-tease panties until he could see his mark on her. Jesus, what that ink did to him. Made him hard as fucking stone. Reassured him in a way nothing else could. Reminded him what they’d had was real, despite what everyone else had said.
And he’d thrown it all away.
He closed his eyes and leaned forward, scraped his teeth against the black shape before caressing it with his lips, then his tongue. As he focused his attention there, he slid her panties down her legs until she stepped out of them, steadying herself on his bare shoulders.
What a goddamn sight she made. She leaned against the wall, sexy as hell red heels on her feet, black skirt pushed up around her hips, legs spread just enough to let him glimpse at all that delicious pink between her thighs.
Her fingers were restless on his shoulders. “What about Drew?”
“Stop talking about my brother when I’m about to eat your pussy.” With his tongue, he traced a path where her leg met her body, earning himself a shudder from her.
“Finn—”
“That’s right. Just my name when I’m licking all this sweet heaven. Don’t worry about anything else but how many times you can come on my tongue, all right?”
He didn’t give her a chance to voice any other concerns before he lifted one of her legs, tossed it over his shoulder, and fixed his mouth over her pussy. Their groans filled the empty space around them, the tone of hers making his cock twitch. Jesus, had it really been less than a week since he’d tasted her? Since he’d felt her hands in his hair, trying to guide him where she wanted him to go? Since those beautiful thighs had quivered against his face as she’d come?
He hooked an arm over her thigh, sliding his fingers down her stomach and between her legs to hold her open for his tongue. He’d just gotten his mouth on her, but she was already close. He could tell by the way she gripped his hair. How her moans grew more frequent but softer in volume. How she rocked her hips against his face, trying to ride his tongue to her peak.
With his other hand, he gripped her hip and encouraged her movements, guiding her forward and back as he pleasured her with his mouth. She might not be his anywhere but right there, but that was okay. It had to be for now. As long as she gave him every bit of herself when they were together like this, he’d make do. And, while he did that, he’d make damn sure he wrung every ounce of pleasure from her before he ever let her leave his company.
Needing to get inside her before he combusted, he sucked her clit into his mouth and fluttered his tongue against it at the same time he pumped his fingers inside her to push her over the edge. She gripped his head in her hands as she moaned low through her release, trying to stifle the sound while biting her lip. Christ, what he wouldn’t give to hear her scream his name again.
Soon.
He was so worked up, so hungry for her, he couldn’t even wait to bring her down. With a final kiss to her pussy, he gently set her leg back on the ground and stood. Goddamn, did he love how proper she looked from the waist up, suit jacket and blouse perfectly pressed, not a strand of hair out of place. But the bottom half told another story. Quivering legs, no panties, a rucked-up skirt, and thighs red from beard burn.
“Not quite sure how, but you get sweeter every damn time.” He grabbed a condom from his wallet, thankful he’d had the foresight to add a couple just in case, and pushed down his shorts enough to free his cock. Rolled the latex down his length, giving it a quick tug. “Your legs tired, sweetness? Why don’t you come on up here and let me do all the work?” He settled in front of her, cupped her ass, and hauled her up against him, moaning when her wet heat met his aching hardness.
“How do you get me to do this?” she asked, her voice breathless and questioning, even as she hooked her ankles at the small of his back. Even as she groaned in his ear when he ran the head of his cock over her clit. “You make me forget everything.”
