His hand glides over my thigh and toys with the edge of my panties. Dragging his finger over me, I arch my back just as he dips a finger inside, feeling how turned on I am.
Of course he smiles, knowing how deeply he affects me. I am hungry for him. I was from the start and now that I’ve had his touch it’s only gotten more intense. I’ve never been touched like he touches me. I’ve never had a man take his time to ensure Iknow he enjoys me as much as I him. But with Finn it’s not a race, it’s a marathon and he paces himself. His goal is that we are both completely satisfied and exhausted in the end.
He explores, though he’s traveled those roads before, he acts as if it’s the first time every time.
There is such an emotional connection. So I don’t even stop him when I feel him push inside me. I don’t even care that we don’t take the time to grab a condom. I know who he is, and I am protected. I know we are safe, and I want to feel him.
A deep growl rises through him when he is fully seated. His forehead resting on my shoulder, he moves ever so slightly. Just a gradual pump, one that is driving me crazy with need. But I give it to him, I let him torture me, knowing that it’s only a matter of time until he needs more.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he confesses, cupping my face and kissing me as his movements increase. “You feel so good, Sophie.” His words sound hoarse. “So perfect.”
“Yes,” I gasp when he pushes in deep and pulls back only to repeat the motion.
The familiar heat builds in my stomach.
“Is this okay?” he asks as I know he is referring to the fact that we missed a step. I nod and he holds my stare, while moving inside me. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” I tell him. “I know who you are.”
“And I know who you are,” he says, kissing me, “you’re mine.”
I close my eyes, feeling my emotions take over.
“And I’m yours,” he adds and I can no longer hold back. I cup his face, open my eyes, and tell him what I should have earlier. “I love you too.”
Something shifts in him, a gentleness as he slows his movements, dragging out each shift of his hips. We watch each other as I tilt my hips and take him in over and over again.
And together we fall apart, together we heal.
As we reach our peak and he whispers my name near my ear neither of us are aware of anything around us.
But as we are coming down, there is a slam of a door and we both look at my now shut bedroom door. “Are you two serious right now?” Jillian hollers out. “No one, me for example, wants to see that!”
I cover my face using Finn’s chest and he simply chuckles. It’s a sound I love.
“Oops,” he says as I look up at him. Using his finger to push the hair back from my face he kisses me. “Apparently we forgot to close the door.”
“She saw your ass,” I tell him with a laugh. “But it is a really cute ass.”
“Cute?”
“Yes, cute,” I taunt and shift, and I am reminded of our still compromising position. I moan, his jaw flexes, and he pushes forward. “I don’t have anywhere else I want to be but here.”
“Me neither,” I confess as he lowers his lips to mine, kissing me once again.
“Good,” he whispers, before deepening our kiss and for the rest of the night and well into the morning we celebrate in our own way.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Finn
“When do you take possession?”Bennett asks as we walk around the house, taking measurements.
“Two weeks,” I tell him, jotting down the space between the two windows in the bedroom. “Apparently my furniture at my place is too manly and stale,” I say with a chuckle remembering the day I brought Sophie here.
“I think your couch is older than you,” he adds and I flip him off. “Wasn’t it the one in your parents’ basement when we were teenagers?”
“Yep.” I nod, jotting down another measurement before turning to face him and he is grinning from ear to ear.
