There will be times when I’m not in the mood for sharing either.”
Finn’s sighed. “Tell me this isn’t just a one off, Al.”
“No.” Hard to tel if it was a question or statement but Ali shook her head, as far as his grip allowed. Her body wanted him, but so did her heart. “It’s not.”
Finn’s grip on her eased at those words and his fingers rubbed at her scalp, soothing instead of inciting. He winced as his shoulders rose on some great intake of air, like he had been deep underwater and had surfaced. He eased back. She could only stare at him, the light green of his eyes much darker now than normal. There was an edge of desperation, a sense of being lost. Two emotions she knew intimately. Her heart ached for him.
“Good,” he said.
But then Finn returned his attention to Dan. The pissing contest going on behind her back needed to stop. The air was getting thin.
She was nervous enough already.
Daniel had made his decision. Finn had made his. Last, if not least, she had made hers. No going back now.
Ali reached up to press her lips to Finn’s, snagging his attention. She opened her lips, sliding her tongue into his mouth, slipping past teeth, taking it slow. Seducing him.
Finn coaxed her mouth open wider and took over. He didn’t ease into it. Daniel had warned her. Finn enjoyed being in control.
His hands held her, keeping her where he wanted her. Giving and taking. Where Daniel played, Finn took. Both ways apparently worked for her.
The low ache in her belly escalated, flooding her * and curling her toes. She could feel him hard and ready against her, making her al the more excited. She wanted to climb him like a tree, wrap her body around him and not let go. Her legs trembled and every nerve in her seemed set alight.
He kissed her long and deep, teasing her mouth with his own. He drugged her more effectively than any chemical. It was a little scary to react to him this strong and fast, the same way she did to Daniel.
It proved all the worst things she had imagined about herself. Someone needed to run her out of town, pin a nice big red “A” on her chest. Pity the only two people around to see it seemed to be encouraging the behavior.
Ali couldn’t get close enough, fast enough. Her hands roamed far and wide over smooth hot skin. It was hard to remember to be wary of his shoulder. His mouth slid over her jaw line, nipped at her ear. The pinch of his teeth sent a shudder down her spine and a gasp from her mouth. Her cunt ached.
There hadn’t been any conscious thought about climbing him bodily, but she obviously had been. And he came to her aid.
“Come here.” His hands cupped her ass and lifted, and her legs wrapped around his hips. Finn pushed off from the door, staggering toward the small bedroom with her wrapped around him, strangler-vine style. She looked over his shoulder, holding on tight.
On the couch, Daniel watched with his hands behind his head. Her boyfriend. Her man. Holy shit. He gave a small self-satisfied smile right before Finn kicked the bedroom door closed behind them.
What did that smile mean? Guilt slid over her like a second skin. Lust kicked hard in her bel y, and it slipped straight off.
Finn laid her out on the bed, loomed tall above her. A lantern she had found beneath the kitchen sink sat glowing on the bedside table. It was good not to be in the dark, very good to be able to see him. The shadows on his beautiful face made him appear al the more menacing as he scowled down at her.
“No going back,” Finn warned in a voice she hadn’t heard before. It sounded low, rough and thrilling. He took hold of one of her boots, dealt with it swiftly before starting in on the other. “Undo your jeans.”
Her fingers fumbled on the button and zipper. “What about you?”
“Soon.” Finn put a knee on the mattress, leant over and sped up the process, peeling her jeans off her legs. He hooked his thumbs into the sides of her panties and pulled. The feral grin he gave as he stripped her underwear down had her heart tripping in her chest.
“These are wet.”
“You have that effect.”
“Good to know.”
Ali leant back on her elbows. Finn folded her underwear and tucked them in his back jeans pocket.
“Those are the only pair I have, Finn.”
“I’ll get you more.” He sunk down onto his knees on the carpet at the foot of the bed, pried her legs open with gentle hands. The reverence of his gaze as he stared at her sex caused her mouth to go dry. If he hadn’t been holding her legs open she’d have snapped them shut in a fit of nerves.
“Closer,” he urged, wrapping his hands around her hips to drag her toward him. “A bit more.”
Firm hands slid down, the rough tips of his fingers smoothed over her inner thighs, tracing lightly over her skin, getting goose pimples raging. His warm breath fevered her skin. She just about jumped when a fingertip traveled the seam between her * and thigh. Her shoulders shook and there was a noise in her throat, fighting for release.
It all grew out of control the longer he studied her. The more he touched her.