“Why?” I moan when he surges inside then withdraws. “Stop torturing me!” I cry out.
“Why? Because the last memory I have of you playing this violin was a song that tore my heart out. I need to replace that image with one of you playing while in my arms.”
Tears prick the back of my eyes. “Sweetie—”
He places a finger to my lips and glides all the way in. “Now, for the rest of my life, I want to think of you looking like a goddess, your hair flowing over your shoulders, sitting on top of me, as I make love to you with the music.”
I inhale deeply and place the violin back to my shoulder, choosing a song that hopefully will express my feelings. The opening chords of ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love’ float in the air, and his entire demeanor changes.
He sits up, driving deeper into me, and lays the instrument on the ground. His arms rip the silk gown over my head, and our mouths collide in a passionate kiss as our bodies rock together. He grips my hipbones, increasing his pace, both of us chasing our climax. We pant as the intensity rises, and I throw my head back with little cries escaping my throat. He bites down on one nipple then sucks it hard into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the sting.
The intensity of it all shoots a fiery hot desire throughout my body, and I shatter, chanting incoherently. He falls back, taking me with him, and squeezes my ass flush against him as he comes, calling out my name.
He maneuvers the sheet and comforter over us, keeping our connection, and lays a sweet kiss on my forehead.
When my mind clears, I know one thing for certain. Finn has destroyed me for life.
Chapter 21
Finn
Presley: Baby blue lace, the closest I could find to resemble the color of your eyes… use your imagination.
I groan and fling my head against the headrest, sending a telepathic message to my dick to stay calm.
Robbie gives me a questioning glance and smirks when he sees me gripping my phone.
“You’ve got it bad.”
“Not denying it,” I confirm and try to push the image of Presley in baby blue lace lingerie out of my head. It doesn’t work. Now, all I can think about is taking the time to appreciate the view before ripping it off her.
“Gotta say, man, couldn’t be happier for you. She’s the real deal.”
“Again, not denying it.”
“So the thoughts of moving away are finally gone?”
“Yep, unless she’s with me.”
“You thinking of making it official?”
“First chance I get. Our lease is up in October. Tripp is fine to take over rent on his own or find a place by himself. I’m going to talk to her about getting a place together.”
He stays quiet, too quiet.
“What?”
“I hesitate to say this, but she’s got a lot of responsibility. Is moving in together the right move without thinking about more of a future?”
“We really doing this? Talking about this shit?”
“Oh yeah, we have some time left on the road. I’ve put up with your sullen ass for five days. And let’s not forget my wife will want answers when I get home. She adores Presley. There will be a lot of questions, and I figure I can use them to my advantage.” He wiggles his eyebrows with a grin.
“You’re a dick. But, if you must know, the future is all I think about with her. Last weekend at brunch, it was like our parents were already family. Mom is in love with her and Winnie. Jeff, Johnny, Dad, and I were outsiders to that threesome. Mom even went school shopping with the girls. You’d have thought Jeff had hit the jackpot. He gave Presley his credit card and cracked open a beer.”
“Seems like a cool guy.”
“He’s a scary motherfucker. The second they were out the door, he gave me a look that sent me back ten years to the day we arrived at boot camp. Drills in the sandpit came to mind.”