“Emma, I don’t want to hurt you.Tell me if anything is too much.I can be… a lot.But I have to have you.”
That teasing smile returns.“Come play with me, Finn.”
CHAPTER 47
Emma
I have never been admired like this.No man has ever looked at me the way Finn is now—dead serious, intense, hungry.
He wants me as much as I want him, and with the same desperation.
I am sure of that now.
Finally.I get to know what it feels like to be claimed by Finn.
He hovers over me.His gaze is dark and dangerous, black-violet and shimmering as he searches my face and scans my body.I feel ridiculous in this old T-shirt and panties.I would have chosen something a little more flirty if I’d known that I’d walk upstairs to a shirtless gamer boy who wanted to play.
What an unusual combination of traits this man is, as complex as a gourmet French recipe.He’s funny and lighthearted.He’s as kind as he is brilliant.He’s all seriousness when it comes to being a father, a SEAL, and a MacLaine.His heart has been broken, but he’s found a way to go on, despite the pain.
Finn’s got a temper.
He’s overprotective of what’s his—his daughter, his ranch, his company, his home.
And for whatever reason, he sees something in me that he wants, that fits him.I want him to have it.
Sexy, dark stubble lines his jaw and upper lip, accenting the wide, kissable mouth.All he wears is a pair of old jeans.He’s barefoot, shirtless, and there’s no belt involved.I’m looking at the most perfect male body I could imagine.The heat pours off his skin.
He is sex.He is raw, carnal power.
As he breathes, I see his lungs expand, his rippled abs contract, the faint outline of his ribs.He’s a runner.A knife fighter.A Navy SEAL and a man who’s known hard ranch work all his life.There isn’t an ounce of fat on him anywhere.
Just huge muscles dusted in black hair.As classically handsome as he is rugged.Bone and sinew and wild, loose black curls.
I bring my hands to those curls now.Then to his shoulders.I let my touch slip down the rock-solid strength of his upper arms and along to his forearms.Then I move my touch to his stomach.
A jolt of electric longing goes through me.I slide my palms over his abs, around his sides, and down onto his denim-covered ass.He’s hard everywhere.A man who could take anyone, anywhere.
I want him to take me.I’m hit with a rush of heat and need I’ve never known.At this moment, all I can think is that whatever I am and whatever I have to give him, he can take.
And then I plan to trail my tongue all over him, lick and suck and kiss him from head to toe.I feel wild, out of control, and I know there’s no turning back.
He’s the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on.
“Finn.”
He lowers himself closer and slides one of his hands under my head to cradle it, then lifts me to his mouth.I feel like I’m being served up on a platter.
And I absolutely love it.
His hot mouth covers mine with a sense of finality.I feel it—this is where everything changes.Where we come together because we both want to, when we’re both ready to.
And holy shit, I’m ready.My legs are trembling.I feel how my panties are soaked through.
He rolls onto his side, pulling me from the gaming chair and taking me with him to the floor.He’s on his back now, and I’m lying flat on top of him, touching from lips to toes.His hand still cups the back of my head.He holds me in place, right where he wants me, and kisses me.
I don’t even know what to call this, because I’ve never had it.Never knew it was possible.I feel my whole body burst into flames, tingling from my scalp to my toes.All I want to do is open myself to him, welcome him, give him what he wants.
His hands slide down my back, and he clutches my ass, his kiss intense and demanding.I feel his cock under me, big and hard, poking through the fly of his jeans.That’s when he breaks the kiss, grabs the back of my thighs, and pulls me so that I sit up, straddling him.
