Back in His Ex's Bed

Finn unsnapped her bra and the material dropped to the ground. Spinning her around, he tugged her toward the bed, pushing her down to the edge. He stood between her knees, not touching her with anything but his eyes.

But Beah needed more than hot eyes and appreciation. “I need you to touch me, Finn.”

“In a moment,” Finn said. “Let down your hair, sweetheart.”

Beah didn’t think about objecting, she just tugged on the band and tossed it away, not caring where it fell. Finn gently pushed so her back hit the cool linen on his bed. He knelt beside her on the bed and pulled his fingers through her curls, spreading them out to lie against the snow-white duvet.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined you here, like this.”

She believed him because she’d also, back in London, thought about him in her bed, often wished he was there. At one point they’d meant the world to each other; it was natural to miss the best parts of your life.

That didn’t mean anything. She wouldn’t allow it to mean anything.

She was so tired of thinking, of overanalyzing. But when Finn touched her, her overloaded brain shut down and there were only feelings, delicious sensation. Needing to lose herself in him, she reached for him, touching his muscled shoulders and chest, fingers skimming over his flat nipples.

She needed to stop thinking and this was, bar none, the best way to do it.

Lifting her torso to a half-sitting position, she pushed her fingers under the band of his underwear, looking for his heat and hardness. Finn looked down and licked his lips, his eyes closing as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft. He was so smooth, so deliciously, wonderfully male...

Beah knew she was wet and so ready for him. She tugged at the fabric, trying to push the briefs down his right hip. “Off, now.”

Finn stood up, shed his underwear and gently pushed her thighs apart, looking down at her most private places. Beah felt the urge to cover up, to squirm, before remembering he’d seen all of her before.

Finn dragged a finger through her short red curls, slipping inside to test her readiness. “So hot, so wet.”

“Finn.” Beah panted, reaching for his neck and dragging his mouth to meet hers. His tongue slid past her teeth as his erection scraped her sensitive spot. Beah thought she just might come if he did that again.

Finn muttered a curse, leaned across her, his tip probing her entrance, and yanked open the bedside drawer. Beah heard him curse, heard a book hitting the floor, and then the drawer bounced off the hardwood. Finn released a few more curses and then a sigh of relief.

He sat back, ripped the packet open and rolled the condom down his gorgeous length, stroking himself as he did so. Man, there was nothing sexier than a man touching himself, his big hand wrapped around his hard shaft. Beah groaned and Finn’s eyes slammed into hers.

“That’s hot,” Beah told him, looking for any moisture in her mouth.

“This?” Finn stroked himself again and Beah nodded. If he didn’t touch her soon, spontaneous combustion was a possible outcome.

Unable to stop herself, her hand sneaked between her legs, but she had no time to pleasure herself because Finn released a hard curse, slid his hand under her butt and lifted her up to push inside her warm, wet channel until he was buried to the hilt.

She welcomed every inch of him, loved his heavy, reassuring weight. The smell of his cologne mingled with the heady scent of sex and her perfume. Beah sighed and, needing more points of contact with his hard body, arched her back to rub her breasts against Finn’s chest. Finn, not moving, gritted his teeth.

Beah, not sure why he was waiting but fixated on her own happy ending, lifted her hips in a rhythm designed to ramp up her pleasure.

She didn’t know if she could wait for him, didn’t much care if he was with her or not. Beah felt the tips of Finn’s fingers pushing into her butt, the look of pain-pleasure on his face, the jumping muscle in his jaw. He didn’t move, allowing her to set the pace, to take what she needed.

Time stood still, galaxies collided as the stars ducked and dived and planets spun around each other. Beah arched her back, reached for more and when she found her soul-shattering release, she spun away, hurtling from star to star, passing through the sun, shattering the moon.

When she started to float back to earth, Beah gripped Finn’s big biceps and stared up into his forest green eyes, burning with a golden fire. He was still inside her, hard and heavy.

Finn slowly smiled as he pulled a loose curl out of her eye. “Was that good?”

Beah, having lost her ability to talk, just nodded.

Finn pumped his hips and Beah felt another spurt of pleasure, deeper and slower but no less wonderful than before.

“Good.” Finn smiled, his eyes intense. “Now I want you to come again.”

It was one of the few orders Beah was happy to obey.

Ten days later, Beah was trying to get Finn to concentrate on making decisions about Ben and Piper’s fast-approaching wedding but Finn, standing behind her office chair, kept distracting her by nibbling her neck or playing with her hair.