“I like everything about you,” I confess, the seriousness in my tone dulling his humor. Maybe I said too much. Sometimes I think I do. It’s almost as if how I feel is more than he can take, or believe he deserves. Perhaps I shouldn’t be so open. But with Finn, my emotions take on a life of their own, despite how I initially tried to keep him at arm’s length.
The floor numbers increase as the elevator shoots up. I rest my head against his chest. It sounds so cliché to say, “I’ve never felt this way before”, but I haven’t. Finn is everything to me, and my only desire is to be his everything in return.
He cups my backside, pausing when he feels my bare flesh beneath the fabric of my dress. “You’re not wearing panties, are you?” he asks, his tone a low growl against my ear.
Although it’s a question, it’s like he’s pleading with me to tell him yes. “It’s a thong,” I answer quietly.
“The red one with the lace?” he asks.
I may not have bought any new clothes to wear to A.C., but I did splurge a little on lingerie. “You’ll find out soon enough,” I promise.
“Jesus,” he mumbles, gripping me tighter.
His hands travel beneath my skirt, tracing circles from my outer thighs dangerously close to the center. It’s then I inch away, my body heating, but not because I’m embarrassed. I want him so much my flesh aches for him.
He follows me into the corner, curling against me. “Just getting you back,” he says, his blue eyes flashing in a way that means trouble.
I laugh. Okay. Maybe I deserve that.
We haven’t had sex in three days. Three freaking days. As superstitious as it sounds, Finn’s a big believer in “not messing around before a fight”. His words. Not mine. Certainly not mine.
I seriously thought he was joking, or beginning to lose interest, until he brought me down to Atlantic City with him and still wouldn’t touch me!
I was kind of a brat about the whole thing, parading in our room naked every chance I had, lounging across the bed or chair in a way that had him cursing or rushing to take a cold shower.
“You haven’t been very nice to me,” he says against my mouth, thinking back to the way I’ve teased him.
“Mmm,” I agree nodding thoughtfully. “I suppose I have a lot of making up to do.”
“Damn straight,” he says. Before he can kiss me, the elevator doors ding open.
I don’t expect Finn to be romantic, and he doesn’t disappoint. He tosses me over his shoulder and smacks my butt, making me laugh. That’s totally us, always playing, always laughing. Some may see it as immature, but to me it’s sweet and fun, reminding me how young we both are despite the very mature problems we face.
He stomps down the hall, effortlessly carrying me. “You have no class, tough guy,” I tell him, still laughing.
“True,” he admits. “But you like what I have and are really going to like what I have to show you.”
I don’t doubt for a moment, and again he doesn’t disappoint. He throws the door to our room open, smacking the security lock in place half a second before he crushes me against the wall with his body. His erection punches against my belly. Our kiss is deep, raw, passionate, the exact same way I’ve wanted him to kiss me all night.
I tug off his jacket and work on the buttons of his dress shirt when his fingers slip beneath my thong and deep inside of me. The motion is so smooth and arousing, I break our kiss, craning my neck and moaning. He curses, his breath coming fast as he nibbles my throat. “You’re ready for me, aren’t you, beautiful?” he asks.
My whimpering keeps me from answering, and so do the words that come next. “Do you know how bad I’ve needed to be inside you?”
He doesn’t expect me to answer, not with how fast his fingers are circling, but my gasps and my rocking pelvis are enough. He yanks off my coat just as my hands finish shoving down his pants.
I cry out in total bliss as Finn shoves aside my thong and pushes his thick erection between my legs, each press of his hips stretching me slowly until he fills me. He pauses long enough to secure my ankles behind his back and for his heated stare to lock on mine. “Hang on,” he says, ramming his hips upward.
My nails dig into his shoulders as he withdraws slowly and thrusts hard, each fierce push increasing in speed and intensity. My back smacks against the wall, the sound adding to the moment, but nowhere as loud as my screams that beg him for more.
The force of his movements come faster. Finn yanks the top of my dress down, his hot mouth finding my nipple and sucking hard. I clutch him against me, my hips struggling to keep up with his increasing rhythm and my body succumbing to his.
It doesn’t take me long to peak, nor does it take him long to finish―not after how long it’s been since we’ve made love. That doesn’t mean we’re done. Oh, no, there’s too much time we need to make up for.