“What kind of girl do you think I am? I don’t reuse make-out spots.”
His eyes narrow. “This is a make-out spot?”
I shove his shoulders and use all my strength to roll us over until I straddle his waist. The blanket scratches against my palms as I plant them beside his head. “Yes. I brought you here to show you the stars and kiss you until you forget them.”
His hands find my hips, and he pulls me lower on his lap, right where he wants me. “Better get to it, then.”
With heavy-lidded eyes, he watches as I pull his glasses from his face and set them beside us. I slide my fingers through his hair, and he hums in pleasure.
Soft skin brushes against the pads of my fingers as I trail them down his neck and under the collar of his blue shirt. “I like this color on you. It makes your eyes the deepest shade of navy.”
“I’ll get rid of all my other shirts, then.” He grins, sliding his hands up under the hem of my sweater and curving them to my waist. “I like this coloroffyou.” I raise my arms as he lazily lifts the fabric over my head and drops it beside us. His eyes feast on all the skin he’s uncovered—the swell of my breasts and my pebbled nipples straining against the white lace of my bra. “It was fucking agony seeing you in that bikini today.”
He sits up close to my body, a few inches from my mouth.
“I was about to tell you I’m sorry, but the truth is, I’m not,” I whisper before I press my lips to his.
His mouth opens for me, his beard tickling my cheeks as I grind my hips against his hard length.
“Are there any neighbors close enough to see or hear us?” he asks, dipping his head to my neck. He kisses my collarbone, and his tongue leaves a warm, wet trail as it skates over the tops of my breasts.
“No,” I gasp. “Only an abandoned A-frame. But I can be quiet.”
“Can you? That feels like a challenge,” he teases, pulling back to meet my eyes as his fingers dance over one strap of my bra. “This looks constricting.”
“It is.” I nod, and he slides both straps down my arms. Anticipation blooms in my chest, and my heart pounds against my ribs. Finn reaches around my back, bringing his lips closer to me as he fumbles to open the clasp.
When my bra drops between us, the chilly night air brushes over my peaked nipples as he sucks in a breath. “You’re exquisite.”
His eyes shine in the moonlight as he studies me, looking over every inch of skin. Then he finally cups his hand to one achy breast and squeezes gently. It’s so satisfying that I let out a pained whimper. He does the same with his other hand, and it feels like they were made to fit over me.
His grip moves to my back, holding me in place as he trails his lips over my breasts. Then his tongue lands warm and wet over my nipple, and he sucks it into his mouth.
My strangled cry completely ruins my promise to be quiet.
I grab his face and pull him back until my nipple slips free. “Shirt. Off,” I order, too impatient to make coherent sentences.
A smirk crosses his lips as he slides it over his head, and I shove him flat on his back.
Chapter 28
Finn
I’ll never forget this view. Millie’s curves in my hands as she straddles me, stars sprinkled across the universe behind her. Her rosy-pink nipples tease me as she leans forward, bringing them achingly close to my mouth but just out of reach.
“Have you thought about this? Touching me?” she whispers.
“Every fucking day.” A smug grin blossoms on her lips. “I’ve thought of endless things I want to do with you.” My hands caress her hips as they roll against me. “Have you thought about me,stella mia?”
She bites her bottom lip and nods.
My blood pumps faster. “While you touched yourself?”
Her lashes fall to her cheeks, and she whispers, “Yes.”
Fuck.That image will be seared into my brain forever.
“Can you show me?”
