“Left,” I direct him, and he turns to step through my bedroom door.
Stopping at the end of my bed, he lowers me down his body, my hardened nipples grazing over the smooth fabric of his shirt as I slide to the ground. His glazed eyes are locked on mine as one corner of his mouth lifts in a small grin.
“Is this okay?” he asks.
“Perfect.” I slip my hands under his shirt, following the ridges of his muscles with my fingers as I pull the fabric off and drop it to the ground.
We’re equals now, topless and aching for each other in the glow of the lamp beside my bed. Finn’s hair is completely disheveled from my fingers, his eyes like twin flames, sparking and flaring as they take in every inch of me.
I want to open a new Finn file in my mind to store every detail of this evening. I need to remember exactly how our skin feels against each other and the way his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to hold back from touching me on the couch. And how he looks at me like I’m his favorite dessert and he can’t wait for the first bite.
“Millie.” He shakes his head with disbelief as he cups my jaw.
His gentle touch brings my head toward him until our lips meet. He tastes like the vanilla ice cream from our dessert tonight, and I sigh against his lips. Our bodies collide as we tangle our arms around each other and stumble back until my thighs meet my bed.
He breaks the kiss with a question in his eyes.
I nod and fall onto the mattress, leaning back on my elbows and letting him scan every inch of my body.
The bed dips beneath his hands as he leans toward me to press a kiss between my breasts. “I want to see you like this for eternity.” A soft lick above my navel. “I want to memorize every freckle.” A scrape of teeth along my hip bone. “Tell me you want me too.”
His eyes meet mine, hopeful and earnest while he waits for my answer.
And my response slips from my lips without pause. “I want you. It’s excruciating.”
“Yeah, it is.” He grips the waistbands of my lounge pants and underwear together and pulls them down, his knuckles grazing my thighs, leaving a trail of burning skin behind.
Once I’m completely uncovered, he steps back to admire his work. “Look at you,” he says, shaking his head as his eyes dip to the junction of my thighs. “Show me how wet you are, Millie.”
This version of him makes me light-headed. Everyone else sees buttoned-up, professional, stoic Finn.
But I get this Finn in secret—undone and amorous.
And I want it to be just for me, forever.
I scoot up on the bed and let my knees fall wide, baring everything for him.
“So goddamn perfect,” he whispers, muscles tense across his shoulders and arms like he’s barely holding back.
His gaze burns into me, taking every detail in with a hungry expression that gives me the courage to tease him a little bit. I let my hand drift over my stomach and down to my core.
“Mmm.” I sigh, keeping my eyes on his as I move my fingers over my clit. He watches with rapt attention, hands clenching at his sides. I’m drenched already, my arousal coating my fingers instantly as I slide them down to my opening and slip two fingers inside, moaning at the pressure.
“That’s it. Just like that. Fucking flawless.” Finn licks his lips, prowling up the bed toward me.
I bring my fingers back up to touch my clit, and tingling pleasure shoots down my thighs. “I need you,” I whimper.
Having his eyes on me while I touch myself is intimate as hell, but I’m not scared at all. The way he’s watching my every move is only making the ache for him sharper.
“I know,stella mia.” He runs a hand over mine as it moves between my thighs, like he’s memorizing everything by touch. “But you’re doing so good.”
God, his words make my thighs tremble.
“Finn, please.”
He lowers his head and breathes out a chuckle against my inner thigh. “You’re impatient tonight.”
I pause my movements as he gets closer, anticipation flooding my veins. My hand falls to the sheet beside me in hopes he’ll finally take over. But his fingers dig into my thighs, and he still just watches me.
