I take our food out onto the back porch, and Finn follows with our drinks. We sit on the bench there and dive into the food. I haven’t been so hungry for days, and it’s not until my plate is almost empty that I come up for air.
Finn is watching me. “What?”
“Nothing. Just, I love that look. When you’re eating and you can’t get enough.”
I arch an eyebrow. “Get used to it,” I smirk, “You’re not the only one who has plans for the weekend.” I slide my hand over his thigh, and he laughs out loud.
“Anytime you like, baby.” Finn winks. “I won’t stand in your way.”
Finn puts his empty plate aside, and drapes one arm around me as he drinks his coffee. It’s quiet out, the early morning sun filtering through the trees, and the sound of birdsong chirping lightly in the background. I inhale a deep breath, taking it all in, and just like that, I’m filled with a sense of peace, bone-deep and perfect. I sink against him, and revel in the moment, this precious moment I thought I’d never get to feel again. If I could freeze time, I would suspend us right here for a hundred years, just to enjoy each and every breath.
“Pretty damn perfect,” Finn murmurs, and I smile.
“You read my mind.”
I’m tempted to call in sick. Delilah’s probably hung over from the party, too, but she’d cover for me if I asked. The thought of spending the whole day here wrapped up in Finn is too good to resist, and I’m about to go find my phone when I hear a ring tone inside the house. But it’s not mine.
Finn gets up, and stretches. “Want more bacon while I’m in there?”
“Always!”
He saunters inside, still looking dangerously sexy in nothing but his jeans. I watch him go, and feel something stirring in my chest. Not just desire, but something deeper, more intense.
What happens now?
I push the thought back. I’m going to enjoy this moment for as long as I can, so I get up, and head inside. Finn is in the kitchen, talking on his cell phone.
“So did he actually offer, or is this more bullshit from the label?” He intercepts me, pulling me into his arms without missing a beat. “Yeah, I know, but I wanted the break.” Finn kisses my cheek. “Sorry,” he whispers. “This won’t take long.”
“It’s okay, I need to shower and go get ready for work.”
I make to leave, but Finn keeps me locked tightly against him. His free hand slides under my robe, teasing across my bare skin. I laugh, and try to pull away.
“What? No, just the radio,” Finn tells the person on the other end of the phone. He grins at me, sliding his hand up across my breast. “I turned it on without realizing.”
I catch my breath, Finn’s fingers toying with my nipple. He’s playing dirty, so I reach for his jeans, and start to unbutton his fly. Now it’s his turn to try and bat my hands away, but I just smile, and close my hand around him, stroking his hard length.
Finn sucks in a breath. “What?” he asks, trying to focus. “Sorry, I missed that. Tell me again?”
I stroke a little harder, and Finn gives me a look. “You want me to stop?” I whisper, wide-eyed and innocent. I sink to my knees, and slowly lick along his shaft. He groans.
“Call you back,” he mutters, and hangs up, tossing his phone across the room. In an instant, he’s dragged me to my feet again, backing me up hard against the kitchen island. “You little minx.” He grins, stripping my robe off.
“You started it.”
“Which means I get to finish, too.” Finn grabs my waist and lifts me onto the counter. I wrap my legs around him, loving the feel of his mouth on my skin. He kisses across my breasts, licking at the stiff peaks of my nipples until I’m writhing eagerly against him, wet and ready. He chuckles, the sound sending a buzz of vibration against my skin. “Someone’s in a hurry.”
“I do have to get to work,” I point out breathlessly. Not because I give a damn about making it to the office in time. No, I just need him inside me, right now.
“Well then,” Finn lifts his head, giving me a look that curls my stomach. “I guess we’ll just have to make it snappy.”
He yanks my thighs wider, positioning himself right against me. I gasp, grabbing his ass and pulling him closer. Finn doesn’t need another invitation. He thrusts hard, embedding himself deep inside me.
Yes.
He fucks me again, rocking up inside with an incredible friction, the feel of his cock rubbing my most sensitive spot. I kiss him, moaning against his mouth, balanced on the edge of the countertop with nothing but his strong arms holding me in place as he pistons faster, rocking higher.
“Finn,” I gasp, digging my nails into his back. “Fuck, there. Right there!”
I can feel my orgasm already building, driven on by the deep, hard thrust of his cock and the way his body slams against me with every new stroke. “Don’t stop,” I pant, thrusting to meet him. “Please don’t stop!”