Sleeping with the Enemy (An Enemies to Lovers Collection)

My thighs shake, my knees shake, my toes shake, and my belly trembles. My back becomes an instant arch, which is funny because I can never get it right when I do yoga. He drives me crazy with that wonderful tongue of his doing all those amazing things. Finn’s tongue is a tool he definitely knows how to use. He licks every bit of me—tasting me from top to bottom, exploring, curling over my clit, flicking, teasing, dancing away, and coming back hard—before he tastes my entrance. And by taste, I really mean he curls his tongue and fits it inside me.

I go wild. My body bucks so hard into Finn’s face that he lets out a groan, and the bed beneath us does too. Oh my word, I need this to keep happening. Just like this. Just the way Finn’s doing it—touching me and tasting me like he knows exactly all the spots to hit. I don’t even know which spots to hit. Frick, he’s more experienced with my body than I am, and it only took him a hot minute.

I reach down and curl my hands into Finn’s hair, which basically means I make large fists that nearly rip out some of his beautiful dark strands. “Finn…” I moan and beg. “More. Please.”

“More like this?” He runs his tongue over my clit in a delicious circle.

“Y—yes!”

“Or this?” He laps at me before darting his tongue deep into me again.

I nearly black the heck out. “Yeah! More. Both. All. All of the above!”

He goes for all of the above, thank freaking goodness, and I lose myself in his wonderful, skilled tongue. He doesn’t even have to use his fingers. I can’t imagine how amazing it would be if he did. I’m thinking about asking for that next when my entire body tightens and clenches. My belly starts, and then my legs follow suit. I’m starting to tremble, and I still haven’t even clued myself about what’s coming. But when it comes, HOLY FUZZY BANANAS TIMES FOUR WITH FOUR MORE AND EIGHT CHERRIES WITH CHOCOLATE SAUCE.

The climax hits me like a freaking train making up lost time for being late to the last few stops. It trainwrecks right over me. My back arches in another daring yoga pose, my neck arches off the bed right along with it, and my spine crinkles. The bed creaks loudly. My legs tremble, my belly heaves, my chest pounds, and my lungs implode. Then…total blackness.

I tremble and scream out something—even if it is slightly undignified to be this loud—and writhe against Finn’s tongue. He doesn’t stop. His tongue keeps working its magic, and my hoo-ha keeps participating in the fantastic trick. It has to be a trick because, god, it can’t be this good and not be some kind of magic. Or a work of art. Finn’s creating a masterpiece down there out of my body.

I come so hard that there is no question about it. If this was an experiment, it’s definitely successful. And then some. And then some more.

“Oh. My. Good. Ness,” I gasp each syllable as I try hard to catch my breath.

Finn lifts his head, a spark of devilment in his eyes that makes my belly do a flip flop. “You’re so incredibly sensitive,” he informs me as if I didn’t know. Okay, so I didn’t know. “And so beautiful.”

He straightens like he’s going to call it a day. Like somehow he’s satisfied just by pleasuring me, but heck no, I’m not about to let this experiment end. I quickly scramble up and kneel in front of him, my hands flying to the button of his jeans.

“Is that the extent of the experiment?” I ask, taunting him just a tiny little bit. “Because I kind of thought there’d be more.”

Finn’s eyes darken, and his throat moves as he swallows. His hand covers mine. “If you want more, we can mix up some more chemicals.”

“Goodness,” I giggle. “That sounds dangerous.”

When I look up at him, he winks at me. “I think we might like dangerous.”

“Blow your face off dangerous or just come close dangerous?”

“You decide.”

“Hmm.” My hands slowly work to undo the buttons of his jeans, which is a challenge because he’s kneeling, my fingers are all clumsy and shaking, and because the dang button seems to be made of titanium. “I think I’ll take the blow your face off kind.”

CHAPTER 15

Finn

I have to say that I wasn’t expecting Becki’s answer to surprise and delight me so much. I didn’t expect a green light as I’m not sure we’re talking about the same thing. I mean, I think I’m sure, but I’m not leaving it to chance. Even though Becki is working my jeans open, her version of taking this ‘experiment’ to new levels could be taking me in her hand and teasing me until my balls are on the verge of exploding. Or it might be tasting me with her sensual, sweet mouth.