“What…what are you doing Finn?” she breathes.
“Kissing you.”
I cover her gasp with my mouth. Her lips part and I take the invitation, sliding my tongue inside. She pulls her hand free from mine and her fingers slide through my hair. Our tongues tangle together as I grasp her hips and pull her over to straddle my lap. When she feels my cock, rigid between my legs, she moans into our kiss, taking it deeper. Her hips start to move and I find myself needing to count backwards from one thousand to try and control myself.
“Ashley,” I tear my lips away from hers, earning a whimper that does nothing for my self-control. “Babe.”
“Mmm,” she purrs and my grip tightens. Her eyes slowly blink open and she looks at me with unmistakable need in her eyes. “What?” she pants. Her hair is mussed from my hands, her lips are swollen from my kisses, and she’s by far the most stunningly sexy woman I have ever seen.
“I just want to make sure you’re okay with this.”
Her gaze softens, but her lips turn up in a sassy smirk. “Finn. If I wasn’t okay with kissing you, do you really think I’d be sitting where I am right now?” She gestures down to where our bodies are intimately touching.
I chuckle, and the vibration of the sound makes her eyes darken. Slowly, she lowers her head to meet mine.
“Kiss me.”
Happily. This time when her hips start to grind down on me, I cautiously lift mine, making sure not to put too much weight on my bad leg. Fuck yes. My hands travel down the sides of her body and back up again. She’s holding herself up with her palms on my chest and I want to rip my shirt off so I can feel her touch on my bare skin. But when she lifts one hand off, takes mine, and slides it up under her sweater so I can cup her breast, that need to feel is satisfied. My lips travel down her neck, and I suck gently at the base of the slender column.
“Finn,” she moans, and the sound of my name, laced with her desire, is the hottest thing I’ve heard. I want to hear it again, only louder.
The obnoxious sound of my phone makes Ashley jerk back. “Ignore it,” I mumble against her skin. Nothing is going to make me stop. I lift my head, and she intuitively obliges, tilting back so I can lift her shirt up and over her head. When my eyes fall on her lace-covered breasts, I say a silent thank you to whatever universal power conspired to create this moment in time. But just as my hands are about to unclip her bra, my fucking phone rings again.
“Fuck.” My hands drop; the moment is lost. I fall down to the pillow.
“You should answer it.” Ashley nervously picks up her shirt and puts it back on. “It might be important.”
Nothing is more important than what we were doing, I think to myself, but she’s right, it’s weird for someone to call back-to-back like that. Caller ID tells me it’s Ethan, which makes it even more strange. He rarely calls.
“Ethan? You okay?” I say in greeting, one hand resting on Ashley’s leg.
“Am I okay? I’m fine, but what the hell happened to you? Ashley texted Summer that she wasn’t going to be able to meet up with her because you were at the hospital. Dude!”
Ashley winces and mouths an apology which I dismiss with a gentle shake of my head. I squeeze her thigh so she knows I’m not upset about her saying anything. Ethan is still rambling and I check back in to the conversation.
“…something about falling out of a window. Seriously?”
“Yeah, I fell out of a window and hurt my knee, but I’m fine.”
“How the hell did that happen?” Ethan yells and I hold the phone away from my ear. When he gets worked up and worried about someone, Ethan goes full-out.
Ashley lets out a small sigh and my hand comes up to cover my eyes. “I’m just, yeah. I’m gonna go,” she whispers, as she climbs off of me, my dick weeping at the loss of contact. I should say something, but she’s slipped out the door faster than I can come up with anything.
“Goddamnit, Ethan,” I growl into the phone, my head falling back on the pillow.
“Wait. I heard a door close. Was that Ashley? Hold on, did I interrupt something?” His voice has gone from full of concern to dripping with amusement, the fucker.
“Thanks to you, not enough,” I grumble in reply. Ethan’s deep laugh irritates the shit out of me. At the same time, maybe his interruption is a good thing. Not that I’m regretting what happened, hell no. The lid is off Pandora’s box now, and there’s no containing what’s inside. But Ashley deserves better than some quick fooling around while I’m high on painkillers.
“Oh man, I’m sorry, dude. I had no idea. But seriously, though, are you okay?” Ethan asks, and all trace of laughter is gone. “Is it your bad knee?” He knows all about the injury in high school, seeing as I complained about how it ruined my chance at a scholarship for soccer in university.
“Yeah, it is. But it’s fine. Well, it will be.” I wince as I shift in bed, completely contradicting my words. “Nothing some rest and ice won’t help.”
“Let us know if we can do anything.” Ethan pauses for a beat. “Although, now that you’ve got a live-in nurse at your beck and call, maybe you won’t need us.”
“Fuck off,” I shoot back at him. “She’s not a nurse and she’s not at my beck and call.”
“Just your cock and call?”
