I relax with relief, but then Finn pauses, and lifts his head, fixing me with a look that’s so commanding, so fucking in control that I could come right here without another sound. “But first.” He smiles. “First, I’m going to have my fun.”
His thumb and forefinger close around my nipple, and he gives a sharp pinch. I gasp in surprise, but it quickly turns to a moan as he yanks my dress lower and covers my breast with his mouth, licking over the taut peak in a glorious wet swoop. I fall back, powerless under the giddy pleasure of his mouth, his tongue, his hands.
My Finn.
He uncovers me, inch by inch, peeling my dress away and exploring every inch of the bare skin left behind, sucking my nipples into his mouth and stroking a slow burn over the curve of my hip. I stare up, lost in the starlit sky as I feel him claim me, inch by shivering inch. God, it’s even better than I remember, better than it could have been. Those were fumbling hands and illicit, hungry moments, but this is deliberate. Devastating. Each touch designed to push me further to the brink, gasoline on the slow-burn fire, so that by the time he slides down from the hood and stands on solid ground in front of me, I’m spread to him and trembling.
The cold air slips over me, but every nerve in my body is already alert and on fire. I lift my head, confused, and find him watching. “Finn?” I breathe, needing his hands on me again. God, anything to keep him touching me.
“Just trying to remember this, sweetheart.” His voice is thick, but there’s sadness there too. “I want to remember every last thing.”
I catch my breath, the real world rushing back in a heartbeat. He’s leaving again. This will only ever be a memory for the both of us.
And then what happens?
I want to pull away, to flee with what’s left of my pride and self control, but those are already long gone as Finn leans closer, parting my thighs. He dips to whisper a trail of kisses up the inside of my knee, and reality fades back, way back, obliterated again by the dazzling rush of sensation. His fingers glide smoothly, I feel the soft scratch of his beard, and there, the nudge of his tongue, slick against me.
I gasp, rising up to meet him, but Finn places a firm hand on my stomach, trapping me in place. He licks again, softer, exploring, and every stroke is a seismic shift in the universe, the ground giving way beneath me, pulling me deeper into this bliss. His hands grip harder, fingertips delving to trace the same wicked path as his tongue. Yes. I moan again, and he rewards me with another kiss, this one right where I need him the most. He moves his tongue over me as he slides one finger inside me and then, fuck, another. Plunging, pulsing, a staccato rhythm that sends me wild. I writhe against him, desperate for more, and he answers with a fevered pace, perfectly in tune to the havoc he’s wreaking with his wicked, dangerous mouth.
Faster. Deeper. More. It’s enough to make me call his name out loud, hold on as tight as I can and never let go. But even through the dizzy madness, I know the truth, deep down.
I can’t fall, not again. Not this time.
The words are a mantra. I cling to them as he takes me over. The heat surges, my body rises, crests, and breaks under his tongue, pleasure pulsing like a supernova to blot the stars from that midnight sky.
I let go, give myself over to the rush, but I cling to that thread of steel.
I can give him my body, but not my heart this time.
When I surface, I’m almost surprised to find the ground the right way up, and the waves still rolling against the shore below. I lift my head, dazed. Finn smiles down at me.
“You doing okay there?”
“Uh huh,” I murmur, stretching experimentally. I have a kink in my neck from the hard steel, but my blood is singing, wild with release. “I think so.”
“Good.”
He takes my hand like a gentleman, and helps me down from the hood of the car, tugging my panties straight and smoothing down my dress. “It’s late,” he says, brushing my hair from my forehead. “We should get you home.”
Oh.
Home is still the last thing on my mind, but I know he’s right. Every minute with him sends me careening closer to the edge of something I can’t take back. Tonight he had me spread on the hood of his car in what felt like five minutes flat. Who knows what I would do given half a chance – a backseat, a blanket, or, God forbid, a bed?
I flush, and practically dive back into the car. Finn joins me, and soon, we’re pulling up outside my place. He walks me to the front door, and drops a kiss on my forehead, casual as can be. “I had fun tonight,” he says, like we went to a movie and split a milkshake.
I nod, feeling too self-conscious to even look at him. “Sure,” I tell him, hurried and fumbling with my keys. “Good night!”
I bolt inside and slam the door behind me, then pause and listen to his footsteps retreat. The engine starts, his headlights melt away into the dark again.
I slowly slide to the floor.
I can’t believe what just happened. All my vows and determination, all my promises to move on and leave the past behind. One look, one touch from him, and that sense was gone for good.