“Not like this, Bree.” He kissed a trail down my neck and slipped a hand down the front of my dress. “I won’t take advantage while you’re drunk.”
“Fuck that.” I moaned when he palmed my breast. “Please, Finn. Make me forget why I came back here.”
“Bree.” The warning in his voice did nothing to persuade me.
I rocked my hips over his leg. “Please, Finn. I need this. You have no idea how much I need it.”
He looked down at me, indecision in his gorgeous eyes. “I won’t sleep with someone who won’t remember me in the morning. I’m a deviant and a flirt, but that’s where I draw the line.” But he kissed me again, scraping his teeth over my bottom lip and sending shivers down my spine.
I ran my hands underneath his shirt, tugging it free and pressing my palms to the ridges on either side of his spine.
Muscles flexed and bunched when he moved, and I slid my hands lower to cup his ass.
He rocked his hips against my leg, the length of his cock a delicious surprise I couldn’t wait to reveal.
“More.” I arched my back and tried to pull him closer at the same time.
Finn pressed a kiss to the hollow of my throat. One hand slid along my thigh underneath my dress.
“Yes.” I whimpered when his knuckles grazed my panties along my hip. “I’m going to come one way or the other tonight. If you don’t do it for me, I’ll take care of it myself.” I released his ass and settled my hand next to his.
He batted my hand away, his eyes blazing. “I’d like to see that, but not tonight. I will not fuck you, Bree, but I will give you the release you crave.” He swept my panties aside with his fingers and pressed his thumb against my clit.
“Oh, fuck.” I bucked into the pressure, fisting my hands in the sheet.
His grin turned victorious, and he tugged my dress down, baring my boobs while his fingers and thumb stroked and teased my pussy until I soaked his hand.
I reached for his pants, but he batted my hand away. “No. This is for you.”
“But–”
He sucked a nipple into his mouth, halting my protest when he sucked hard, plunging a finger inside me at the same time.
I drifted on a rising cloud of pleasure.
Finn added a second finger, working them deep and retreating in slow strokes.
His thumb circled my clit so fast it tickled, and I whimpered while shifting my hips away.
He resumed a slower pace, matching it with his fingers, curling them as he entered.
Good god this man knew what he was doing.
My body tingled all over, the increased pressure of his mouth on my nipple creating a perfect contrast that heightened every touch.
My orgasm built along my nerves, spreading throughout my body in waves that tightened in my core. I lifted my hips to meet the thrusts from Finn’s fingers.
“I’m coming. Oh god that feels so good.” I continued to mutter, my voice rising and falling with every wave that crashed over me. I hadn’t reached the ultimate peak, that epic conclusion that I craved.
Finn added a third finger, stretching me to a delicious fullness.
The pressure on my clit increased when he quicked his pace.
Knuckles slammed into me, the force of it driving me up the bed and over the edge of my climax.
A happy, woozy feeling of softness and warmth wrapped around me. Finn kissed my temple, adjusted my dress, and covered me with the blanket. “Goodnight, Bree.”
“Night.” I snuggled into the blanket and closed my eyes.
