Fighting for Love (Boston Love 2) - Page 111
“Shit. I don’t have any condoms.”
Her fingers laced through my hair. “Do you have to wear one?”
My eyes widened in shock. “You want to make love with no protection?”
“I’m on the pill.”
I stared at her in a stunned silence.
“It’s okay, Finn. It was stupid for me to even suggest it.”
I smiled. “Do you have any idea how desperately I want to make love to you without a fucking condom separating us?”
A small grin tugged at her lips. “You’re not angry I suggested it?”
I grabbed her hands and pushed them over my head against the wall.
“I could never be angry about that, Rory. You mean everything to me, and for you to want this too, it makes me feel things I’ve never felt before.”
As a tear slipped out and rolled down the side of her face, she said, “I believe that feeling is love.”
I searched her eyes as I slowly pushed inside of her and said, “I believe you’re right, Éan. It’s love.”
I made love to her against the wall, then carried her to the bed, laid her on it, and made love to her again, pouring everything I had, everything I felt, into her.
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My body was craving to touch Rory as we texted back and forth. Tonight was my last night on shift and then I’d be off for the entire weekend. She didn’t know about the camping trip I had planned for after the ball on Friday. I was tempted to tell her, but I kind of liked how she kept trying to guess.
Rory: So you won’t even give me a hint?
Me: No. Stop asking.
Rory: What if I promise you things?
That got my attention.
Me: What kind of things?
Rory: Are you busy?
Me: Never too busy for you…
/> My phone rang less than thirty seconds later.
“Hey,” I softly spoke into the phone. I had been standing outside of the firehouse enjoying the crisp fall evening.
“I miss you,” she whispered.
My chest squeezed. “Fuck I miss you.”
“So do you want to hear about my dress for the gala?”
The firefighters’ gala has been held for over 130 years. It had always been a big deal for my mother and sister. My brothers and I, on the other hand, could have cared less. This year, though, I was on pins and needles for some reason. Maybe knowing I’d be in the same room with both Rory and her father had something to do with it. Plus, the idea of dressing up for an entire evening was not my idea of fun. The last six years I had volunteered to work so others could go. “I thought you were going to tell me about it only if I told you about our weekend plans.”
“Then I would be teasing you…and it wouldn’t be very nice of me to tease you.”
There was no doubt I could hear the smile in her voice. “I’m a big boy—I think I can handle a bit of teasing.”
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