But he pulled her closer anyway.
21
Iris
Water cascaded down her body as Finn pulled her against him, her cool skin meeting his warm body.
There was no stopping the little whimper that escaped her as her bare breasts pressed against his wide chest.
Finn’s fingers flexed on her hips in response to the sound as his gaze held hers for just a moment, looking, searching, and seeming to find the answer he was seeking.
The second their lips met, it was over. For just that moment, she was his. He kissed her like he knew it.
He kissed her like the tide—fierce and impossible to resist.
Iris’s hands slid up his strong arms and wrapped around his neck, letting her press closer as Finn pulled her fully out of the water.
He pulled her with him as he lowered down to the sand, situating her across his lap as the water dried on her tail.
His hand slid upward, framing her face as the kiss grew deeper, rougher, needier.
He caught her lower lip between his, sucking gently before adjusting the angle and devouring her.
His hand tentatively touched the side of her tail, dragging a little sigh out of her, urging him on.
His palm moved upward, gliding over her scales even as her tail was slowly starting to disappear.
By the time his fingers were at her hip, he was touching her human skin.
Need crashed through her body as his tongue swept over hers—tentative at first, then filled with hunger as a moan escaped her.
Iris pressed her thighs together, trying to ease the ache growing between them.
He wouldn’t need to look to know how consumed she was. She was all pulse, heat, and slippery need.
Iris shifted up onto her knees, and Finn’s hungry gaze slid down her body, taking in every exposed inch of her.
When his gaze reached hers again, her hands moved out, grabbing Finn’s wet shirt and drawing it up and off his body.
She slid closer, dropping down onto his lap, feeling how he ached for her. Their chests brushed, making her nipples peak and ache.
A rumble moved through Finn.
His hands slid up her back, pulling her until her chest met his, making both of them gasp.
Finn leaned down, his lips meeting the column of her neck, making a tremble slide down her spine.
There was no stopping the way she rocked against him, feeling the hard length of his desire against her heat.
His tongue teased out, tracing over the pulse in her throat before moving downward.
His lips dragged like silk across her skin as he moved between her breasts.
She swore she could feel his breath in her bones—each soft exhalation a match strike.
He leaned her backward so he could move down, his tongue tracing around her nipple.
Goosebumps rose in a rush at the sensation just before his lips closed around the peak, sucking it into his mouth.
