“Feels amazing.”
“Anatomy?”
“Maybe.”
He narrows his eyes on me and finally, finally, pushes that talented finger inside me, and makes a “come here” motion, sending me right off the bed.
“Anatomy, sweetheart?”
“That’s you,” I gasp. “Jesus, you find my sweet spot fast.”
He smiles happily. “That’s my job.” He pulls my knees up and tucks them against my chest. “Wrap your arms around your legs and hold on.”
I do as he asks, hugging my legs against my chest, wondering what he’s up to. He hasn’t done this before.
Although, Finn’s excellent at suggesting new things.
Suddenly he’s down on his chest, and his mouth is pressed to my clit. I let my legs fall to the side, but he stops and shakes his head at me. “No, you have to hold them.”
“I can’t hold on to anything.”
“Then I guess this stops,” he says with a shrug, as if to say, Too bad.
I glare at him and pull my legs back to my chest, and Finn just laughs.
“You do know I love you, right?”
“I think so.”
He cocks a brow and slides another finger inside me, but I want his mouth back. There’s nothing in the world like having Finn’s lips wrapped around my clit.
“You’re not sure?”
“Well, you stopped what you were doing, and would someone who loves me do that?”
“I see.” He nods and presses his lips to me once again, and I have to practically dig my fingernails into my skin to keep from letting go.
It’s no use. When I get close to coming, I let go and he stops again, making me groan in disappointment.
“I warned you.”
“Your turn,” I counter, and push up off the bed onto my knees. “Lie down, Counselor.”
He smiles and immediately complies, his dick hard and pushing against the zipper of his slacks. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Oh, I get to unwrap you like a present.”
“This present is all yours.”
“Hell yes, it is.”
Rather than start down at his pants, I set to work loosening his tie, pulling it off, and unbuttoning his shirt. I love the way Finn looks in his formal work attire. Especially on court days.
He’s fucking hot.
Once his shirt is open, I set to work kissing him, leaving wet spots all over as I move down his torso to his navel and bite him, just to the left of it.
“Ouch.”
“I didn’t hurt you. Much.” I smile up at him, laughing when I see that he’s crossed his arms behind his head and he’s comfortable, watching me do my thing. “Do you need popcorn?”
“Maybe later.”
I chuckle and continue on my journey, exploring the muscular abs, the smooth sides, the little scar over one rib.
“How did you get this?”
“I fell off of my bike when I was nine.”
“Ouch.” I kiss it. I’m rubbing my body over his, enjoying the way his hard dick feels against my stomach.
“You know you’re killing me, right?”
“Who, me?”
“There’s no one else here, baby.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
But I work my way lower, and slowly unfasten his belt, then his pants, and pull them down over his hips and legs, tossing them over the side of the bed.
“How is your skin always tan?”
“I’m Italian,” he says. “Permatan.”
“Must be nice.” My hands glide up and down his legs. I love the way the hair feels on my palms. “I like your legs.”
“So you’re with me for my legs and my ass?”
“And maybe your tan,” I say, and stick my tongue out at him. “And possibly because I love you.”
“Possibly?”
“Probably.”
He switches our positions again, tucking me under him, bracing himself over me on his elbow. He presses his lips to my cheek. “Just probably?”
I shrug a shoulder, and he grins against my skin, his free hand gliding down my stomach until his fingers press against my clit. “What about now?”
“Yes, it’s probable that I love you.”
He shifts his hips between my legs and pushes his cock inside me, balls-deep, and cups my face in his big hands.
“London.”
“Yeah.”
His thumbs are making circles on the apples of my cheeks and he’s staring deeply into my eyes.
“I love you, more than I ever thought it was possible to love another person. It seems that you came crashing into my life in one big, magical storm, and I can’t remember what it was like before you.”
I shift, clenching down on him. “I love you too. So much that it sometimes scares me.”
“Baby.” He kisses my cheek. “There’s nothing to be afraid of.”
“There’s everything to be afraid of.” I swallow hard and feel tears threaten as he rears his hips back and begins to move gently. “But I’m so in love with you, and I just don’t know what I would do without you in my life.”
“You don’t ever have to find out,” he promises. He’s moving in earnest now, pushing us both to the edge of reason, threatening to throw us both off of the edge into oblivion.