“Because baby. You’re alive, and you deserve to have a long, full life with someone who’d be able to take you on all the adventures you could possibly dream up.” I kissed him again, this time on his jaw, shuddering at the rough feel of his stubble brushing against my lips.
“What if all the adventure I need is right here?” he whispered, his voice still that small, fragile version of him. As if one wrong word from me and he could break.
“I can’t ask you to stay here with a dead man, Finn. That’s… That would make me a fucking monster.”
He was kissing down the side of my face now, still stroking his fingers through my hair.
His lips traced down my cheek, his tongue darting out to taste the salt of my tears.
“You’re not asking…” he breathed as his hot mouth continued its tender path toward my lips. “I’m offering.”
“Finn…” I was shaking my head, but he gripped my jaw and held me steady as he finally slid his puffy lips down the slope of my jaw to catch mine.
I groaned and melted into him; the fireworks that always ripped through my gut at the taste of him immediately sparked to life.
“It’s my decision, baby…” He breathed against me before nipping and sucking my bottom lip into his mouth, pulling another moan deep from my chest.
Baby… That was the first time he’d ever called me baby.
“I’m old enough to choose what I want for myself, Riddick,” he whispered before plunging his tongue into my mouth and strokingme with a confidence he never had before. His fingers traced down my back, and he found the hem of my T-shirt. He shoved his hands beneath the now damp, cold cotton and slid my shirt up my ribs. His gentleness turned my skin to gooseflesh, and my nipples hardened so quickly it forced a hiss through my teeth.
“And what I want, Riddick… isyou.”
Alexa Play: Light Me Up by Ingrid Michaelson
Iwas dizzy, my mind spinning with emotions. Finn’s hands on my skin and his tongue in my mouth were making it impossible for me to think straight.
He was sitting on my tombstone with his legs spread wide and his cock tenting the shit out of his wetsuit.
“Iwantyou, Riddick. Don’t you want me, too?”
“You know I do, baby…” I whispered, biting at his lips and cupping his face while I kissed him.
“Then have me.”
I broke the kiss, pulling back to search his face. He was staring at me without a hint of doubt or amusement in his eyes, which had turned a steely grey color dueto the cold, cloudy sky.
“Here?” I croaked as the reality of what he was asking rushed through me.
Finn nodded. “Yeah. Here.”
“Why?”
He cradled my face in his hands and ran his thumbs over my cheeks, his pink lips a straight line and his flirty dimples nowhere in sight.
“I want to own it. Put it behind us. I want you to fuck me here, and then we’ll accept the reality of our situation and move forward.Together.”
“You want me to… fuck you? On my grave?”
His lip twitched, and his stormy eyes crinkled at the corners.
“Yeah.”
I traced my thumb over his bottom lip, pressing gently to expose his teeth as I thought about what he was asking.
If I agreed to this, it would mean I was agreeing to let him pick me over the life he deserved.
It felt wrong.
