My hand reaches up to touch his face, his stubbly jaw scratchy against my palm. “I’m your girl, Finn. But you’re my man too.”
He swoops down to claim my mouth in a bruising kiss. Teeth clash as we both fight to claim the other, licking, sucking and nipping at each other’s lips and tongues.
I lift my hips to meet his slow, torturous thrusts. “Fuck me hard, Finn. I want it so bad. Please” As much as I want this to last, the slow pace is driving me crazy. I need tocome. I need more friction and pressure against my sensitive spot. I need him deeper inside me and on me and consuming every part of me.
“Are you sure? I’m doing my best to keep it all together. I need you to come first.”
I wipe the sweat from his brow. “I’m sure. Don’t hold back. We’ll come together.”
He picks up his pace, pistoning in and out of me. I’m like a rag doll, just taking whatever he gives and loving every second, being at his mercy.
His body pumps faster. “Come, Shell. I can’t hold back much longer.” He nips my bottom lip, then sucks the sting. “Come for me, Shell. Come on my dick, let me feel you.”
My fingers dig into his shoulders as I cling to him. A wave of ecstasy crashes over me. Stars blind me as I close my eyes, bursting with all the passion and love I feel from Finn.
His pace slows and we both catch our breath, gazing into each other’s eyes like windows to the soul in the darkness. He rests his damp forehead against mine. “You definitely finished, right? Tell me if I need to go eat some tacos, because I need to make sure you finished.”
“You don’t need to worry, I definitely finished.” My chest shakes with a giggle. “I mean, I’m not going to say no if you’re hungry for my taco, but just give me ten minutes.”
He laughs along with me as he slips out and rolls to the side, collapsing on the bed. “It was touch and go for a minute there. I thought I was going to come all too soon.” He interlaces our fingers. “I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. I can’t control myself with you.”
“I’m glad. It’s a huge turn-on.” I kiss his cheek and snuggle into him, loving his moment of vulnerability withme. Each time I’m with him, I discover a deeper layer to him. Caught in his net, I don’t think I can untangle myself now, and I don’t want to. He’s captured my heart and I have to believe he’ll take care of it.
Chapter Eighteen
SHELLY
Finn rolls over in my bed, twisting the sheets. A flutter of fish swim in my belly.
Finn is in my bed.
Hope has taken root in my heart, blooming in my chest at having this man in my life. I unravel myself from him and the comforter, but before sliding out of bed, I take a moment to admire this man wrapped in my sheets.
My man. I haven’t had many serious relationships. I’ve always been too busy with projects, but coming up to thirty, it’s nice to have someone to share this with. And I wouldn’t want anyone else by my side.
I grab a large t-shirt from the overhead locker and some clean panties from the same cupboard. Space is limited in the van, so I hang my best clothes on a rail in the awning.
Trying not to wake Finn, I gently click the door open and step into the tent attached to the van. There’s a gentlesnore from Finn. It’s soothing, knowing someone I care about and who cares about me is in my bed.
After visiting the restroom on site and cleaning my teeth, I saunter to the small shop on site. The wet grass tickles my toes in my flip-flops as last night’s declaration of love plays over in my mind, giving me the flutters in my belly.
As I walk by a few vacationers outside their RVs, I wave, but get a few strange looks. Someone points and then whispers. I think nothing of it, enjoying the morning sun on my face.
The bell chimes as I open the door to the small amenities store on the campsite.
“Hi Jane.” I wave my hand in her direction even though she can’t see me with her face buried in theMagnolia Gazette.
She drops the paper as if it’s caught fire. “OMG, girl. Spill.”
I turn around, wondering who she could be talking to. I suck in a breath. My cheeks heat, remembering last night. She couldn’t possibly have heard us from above the store. If she did, then the whole campsite must have heard my moans. “I’m sorry, were we a little noisy?”
“Girl, I’m talking about the country club.” She turns the paper around to the double-page spread. A picture of Chad on the floor of the country club with an angry Finn towering above him. “About time someone laid that jerk out.”
“I don’t condone violence.” I bite back the smile and the pride that fills my chest at how Finn didn’t hesitate to stick up for me.
“Of course not. But I hope the negotiations went well.”
“Negotiations?”
