CHAPTERTWENTY-EIGHT
Finn started at my toes.
His lips brushed each one with the gentlest caress.
I trembled on the bed, leaning up on my elbows to watch his luscious mouth linger at my ankles, taking extra care with my sore one. His fingers worked their way up under the loose pajama bottoms I wore, sliding the fabric up to my thighs. He kissed my knees as if they were precious to him.
Then he was climbing over me, and I was falling.
Finn’s lips landed on mine with a dedication I reveled in. I moaned his name and wrapped my arms around his neck, wanting so much more of this man. All of his large frame pressed against me and held my body close.
I peered up into his wondrous eyes, my curves pressed against his hardness. “You’re beautiful.”
He grinned and kissed the shell of my right ear. “Then we’re quite the stunning pair because you’re beautiful too.”
Finn placed his hands under my shirt, his palms brushing gently against my sides. He held his hands there, gripping my body. “Are you protected against pregnancy?”
“I am.” I unwrapped my arms from around his neck, and tapped on my bracelet, showing him the readout. “I’m good for a while.”
His brows bounced in delight.
I chuckled. “Dirty man.”
“The most. I’m going to give it all to you tonight too.”
“Oh, yes. Please do.” I pulled him back down to press my lips to his. His smell of sunshine and snow wrapped around me, and I grinned into the kiss. He was absolutely exquisite, a gift to this world.
Finn brushed his lips once more against mine, and then lifted to his knees between my legs. “Sit up. I want your breasts in my mouth.”
Heat instantly pooled into my core. I whispered, “I want that too.”
He helped me sit up on the bed, and with one smooth motion, he had removed my shirt. I was without a bra already, so his eyes feasted on all the creamy flesh on display. His groan was heady as he bent at the waist and wrapped one muscled arm around my back, making me arch as his lips landed on my left breast.
My head dropped back and my blonde hair cascaded down to the bed. My arms held me steady as he lavished each of my heavy breasts with attention. The windows were perfectly positioned to allow in the setting sun directly on us—as if it were blessing our union.
When my arms trembled too badly in pleasure, the white tiger lay me flat on my back, his perfect damn lips kissing their way down my soft stomach.
I tipped my head up and smiled like the contented woman I was. “Are you going to play with my…kitty?”
Finn glanced up and chuckled, his shoulders shaking. “Trust me, this kitty is going to love your kitty good.”
I lifted a challenging brow. “That is yet to be seen.”
Finn took the lure, enjoying my teasing.
He pulled the gifted pajama pants off my body in a second, and within the next, his face settled between my thighs. And his mouth touched my core with his clever lips and tongue.
I shouted, my back bowing off the bed.
A soft and short, odd purr started between my thighs.
“Oh, Finn,” I murmured, pressing harder against his mouth. “That feels so good.”
The white tiger purred again, more of a huffing sound, the vibration of his lips making my legs open wider for more stimulation.
The tip of his tongue continued to flick my clit while two of his fingers delved deep inside my wet channel.
I threw all my delicate sensibilities aside.
