Beautifully Destroyed (Beautifully Broken)

My gaze drifts down to her neck and seeing her pulse flickering fast beneath her delicate skin, I lean forward and press my mouth to it. Finlay tilts her head, the hoodie falling back, freeing her hair. The wind catches the strands again, tossing them around us as my tongue darts over her skin.

A soft gasp from Finlay sends my blood speeding faster through my veins. I pepper her neck and jaw with kisses until I reach her parted lips. When our tongues touch, we both moan. We fall into a deep kiss, our lips kneading until they’re swollen and tingling, and I taste more of her on my tongue than myself.

I grow hard beneath her ass, and when I don’t lose her attention, I tug her bottom lip between my teeth, resisting the urge to bite.

Christ.

My blood becomes an inferno in my veins, sending a pulsing need straight to my cock.

“Pause,” I whisper against her lips, needing to regain some self-control.

Finlay shakes her head, and then her hot mouth tortures the skin over my jaw and down my neck, her palms rubbing harder against my chest.

“Christ, Fin,” I groan, my strength diminishing with every brush of her lips, every swipe of her tongue. “Baby.” She sucks hard on my pulse.

Mother of all that’s holy.

“Baby, wait.” I push her back, struggling to control my breathing.

Finlay cups my jaw with her soft palms, giving me a pleading look. “I need this.”

My mind taps out, and my body takes over as I crush my mouth to hers. My hands move up to her ribs, and feeling how petite her bone structure is, makes possessiveness roar through my chest.

Finlay’s hand covers mine, guiding me until my palm swallows her breast.

Fuck.

My mind’s white noise, not a single fucking thought of slowing things down in sight.

I take in the feel of the soft mound. Finlay doesn’t even fill half of my hand, and it makes me impossibly hard.

Fuck.

I hate the clothes between us, but I think if I touch her skin to skin, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.

Finlay makes a needy sound in the back of her throat, and I break the kiss so I can see the expression on her face. There’s only desire clouding her eyes, her lips wet and swollen. I’ve never seen anything sexier.

Knowing I have to be clear with her, so I don’t trigger anything, I ask, “Do you want me to touch you, baby?”

My eyes lower, showing her where I’m talking about.

Without hesitating, she nods.

“Need to hear the word.”

“Yes,” she exhales.

“Eyes on me. Okay?” I murmur as I brush my thumb over her nipple.

Finlay nods quickly, her back arching and pressing her breast harder into my hand.

The urge to thrust almost overwhelms me, my teeth scraping over my bottom lip as I fight it.

Finlay’s eyes lock on my mouth. “God, that’s so hot.”

Yeah, feels like I’m going to combust.

With my eyes searching for the slightest change in her expression, I lower my hand until I cup her through her jeans. The heat hitting my palm rips a rumbling groan from my chest.

Is she wet?

God.

Focus.

“Talk to me, baby. Tell me how you feel,” I say, needing to know where her mind’s at.

“Good,” she breathes. “It feels good.”

I rub her softly, and her body rocks toward mine.

“Very good,” she gasps.

I increase the friction, and it has her letting out a needy whimper. “More, Ethan.”

Unbuttoning her jeans, I drag the zipper down. I watch for any signs of panic, and not finding anything but desire on her face, I push my hand into the tight space between her skin and the fabric.

An electric current zaps from my fingers, up my arm, rushing through my blood and straight to my cock like a heat-seeking missile.

Holy. Fuck.

She’s burning up and soaked for me.

It takes the strength of a thousand men to keep my touch gentle and not throw her down on the floor and fuck her senseless.

Our eyes remain locked, imprisoned by this huge fucking step we’re taking.

Finlay’s fingers curl into my sweater, then her hips buck against my hand.

The corners of my mouth curve up. “Like that, baby?”

She nods quickly. “Yes.” Her features tighten with need, then she moans, “Yes.”

I push deeper down her pants and circle my finger around her slick opening.

“Christ, Fin,” I groan, stuck between aching torture and reverence at how perfect she feels. Slowly, I push my finger inside her, overly aware of how tight she is, how fucking hot, how wet. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“Ethan,” she gasps, rocking her hips against me again.

“Feel me inside you, baby?”

“Yes.”

“Good?”

She shakes her head, her mouth hovering over mine. “Amazing.”

I increase the pressure, pulling my finger out, circling her opening, and dipping back inside. Her eyelashes lower, making her look like a sex goddess, then a breathless sigh spills over her lips.