“So did I.” Her lips move over my shoulder.
“Worth every second.”
“Mmm, I agree, but you want to tell me what’s on your mind?”
“Why would something have to be on my mind?”
“I’m not complaining, but you had sex on the brain the second you walked in.”
“That’s no different than any other time I’m around you. I always have sex on the brain. As a matter of fact, right now, I’m thinking about getting you back in the shower to clean you up, so I can ravage your body again, this time giving every inch full appreciation with my tongue.” My dick jumps against her stomach, and she sighs.
“What about dinner?”
“Oh, I’m going to have dinner and dessert.”
“Finn!” She wiggles against me, making me hard again.
“Better watch it,” I warn.
“How is this even possible? Don’t you need some down time?”
“I’m a twenty-eight year old man with a hot as fucking hell girlfriend. My dick doesn’t know the meaning of downtime.”
She surprises me by forcing my arms over my head and swiveling her hips expertly. I slide back into her easily. It’s my turn to whimper.
Her hands move to brace on my chest, sitting up. “You want any type of dinner or dessert, you tell me what’s on your mind.”
I link my hands behind my head and rake my eyes over her naked body, enjoying the view. My eyes lock onto her stomach, and I feel a little ache in my chest.
“Ember’s pregnant.”
Her face lights up and she bounces up and down, jolts of pleasure firing off through my body. “That’s amazing!”
“It sure is.” I pump my hips into hers from below.
“Finn, stop! I want details.”
“You’re sitting on my cock, naked and bouncing. Talking about Ember being pregnant isn’t exactly a sexually enhancing conversation.”
“Oh, okay.” She misreads my comment and moves to get off me.
“Don’t you dare move,” I hiss almost painfully at the thought. “You finish what you started and I promise to tell you what I know over dinner.”
“Promise?”
“Oh yeah.”
She gives me a sly grin and sinks back down. “You have a deal. Then I plan to take you up on dessert.”
Chapter 25
Presley
Houses? I scan through the email and look at the listings Finn sent me. All of them are houses, and not small houses or starter homes. They’re large, family style plans with at least four bedrooms, and all of them more expensive than I planned on.
When Finn approached me about living together two weeks ago, I was hesitant. Everything in my mind was screaming yes, yes, yes! But a part of my logic was the fact we’d only really been together for almost four months. Regardless of the intensity of our relationship and the warp speed we moved, I still had some sense left in my love–boggled mind. He met every question and concern I expressed with concise and simple answers.
Me: Don’t you think it’s too soon?