Fighting for Love (Boston Love 2)

Finn moved over to my other nipple. I forced myself to look at him. His eyes were closed and he wore a look of pure pleasure on his face as he sucked, bit, and pulled. Teasing me with what was going to come.

He dropped to the floor and grabbed my ass, squeezing it while he kissed my stomach. “Your body is so perfect. I’ve never seen such a beautiful body.”

I wanted to believe him, but doubt pushed its ugly head into my thoughts. Given all the women Finn had been with, I was positive I was nothing special.

Slowly pulling my jeans down, he stopped and took one of my shoes off, tossing it to the side and then doing the same thing with the other foot. “My heart is racing, Finn.”

Glancing up at me, he flashed me a megawatt smile, his dimples making my stomach drop. “So is mine, Éan.”

“Really?” I asked in a surprised voice. He nodded and helped me out of my jeans. I stood there dressed in nothing but my boy short panties. Had I known we would be making love tonight I would have worn something sexier. Especially with the way Finn was staring at me.

His finger traced the edge of my panties. “Do you have any idea how damn sexy you are, Rory?”

“I am?” I asked in a shaky voice.

My body trembled as he ever so slowly pulled my panties down. A deep growl came from the back of his throat as I stepped out of them and Finn stood. “I’m having a hard time controlling myself. Come on.”

He took my hand and led me to his bathroom, where he reached into his large walk-in shower and turned the water on. It cascaded down from the ceiling like rain. My eyes scanned the inside of the shower to see it had six showerheads pointing from every direction possible. I chomped on my lip as I stood there and wondered how many women Finn had had sex with in this shower. Panic quickly filled my chest.

Or maybe it was jealousy.

Either way, I needed to get a grip.

Looking away, I took in a deep breath, only to have Finn place his hands on the sides of my face and turn me to him. “Talk to me, Éan.”

I searched his face, hoping to find the answer in his eyes.

“How many women have you had sex with in there?”

His face turned white, and he dropped his hands. Then he shut off the water, grabbed a towel, and wrapped my body in it.

I instantly hated myself for bringing it up and ruining the mood. Finn had worked so hard on making this night special, and I had to go and open my big mouth with my silly insecurities.

“Rory, I don’t want this night to be a comparison in your mind.”

Pinching my brows together, I asked, “What do you mean?”

“If everything I do you’re going to wonder in your mind how many other women I did it for also, then this is not going to be the night I want it to be.”

My eyes fell to the floor as my face heated. “I’m sorry. It’s just…I’ve only been with one man and it was so long ago and I know you’ve been with…um…a number of women. I’m feeling insecure and hate myself for it. Especially when you went out of your way for everything to be perfect.”

His hands were still on my face as he squatted down and flashed me the sweetest smile I’d ever seen. My heart hammered in my chest. “Look at me, Éan, and listen to what I’m about to say.”

I did as he asked. His eyes looked sad, and I felt guilty knowing I was the cause of it. “I’ve never had a girl in my bed or even in this bathroom. Anytime I ever brought someone home we had sex on the sofa or in the guest bedroom. I’ve never made love to a woman before—I’ve fucked them. No emotions, no attachments. It was always about one thing…sex.”

Swallowing hard, I tried to not let what he said get into my head. I knew he’d been with other women. It’s not like it was a news flash, but what I wasn’t expecting was how honest he was about it.

“Rory, you are so different from any other woman I’ve been with. You make me want things I never wanted before.”

A smiled tugged at the corners of my mouth.

“I want to fall asleep with you in my arms and wake up to your beautiful smile. I don’t want to fuck you….Well, that’s not really true. I do want to fuck you, and do things to you that make you scream out my name.”

My mouth parted open with a small intake of air. My chest squeezed and I instantly started to fantasize about what he would do to me. His voice pulled me from my thoughts.

“The first time we’re together, I want to make love to you. I want to hear the moan from your lips as I push slowly into you. Memorize every little thing that turns you on. Know your body from head to toe.”

Oh God. He’s trying to kill me.