Charmer (Havenbrook #1)

Chapter 17

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

FINN

Ten minutes and the separation of our bodies had done exactly fuck-all to settle my raging erection. I was still hard as fucking stone, my cock throbbing behind the fly of my jeans at the mere memory of what Willow’s body had felt like clenching around my fingers. My balls hadn’t ached this much since I’d last been with her as a teenager. Those months before we’d finally slept together had been filled with fumbling exploration and more blue balls than I could count.

But Christ, it’d been worth it. Every single experience we’d had together had been, if only to see that look on her face as she came from my efforts. And she’d come. Every damn time, I’d made sure of that. If I had my way, she’d come half a dozen more times before the night was through.

Just as soon as I got her fed.

She sat on my counter, hands folded in her lap and legs crossed at the ankles—so prim and proper as if I hadn’t just had my fingers inside her. As if she hadn’t ridden my hand like it was the world’s best toy. Her posture was the only thing prim about her, though. Her cheeks were flushed, their pinkness trailing down her neck to her chest. Her nipples were still hard beneath her silky top, and I wanted them in my mouth with a desperation I hadn’t felt in a long damn time. Hadn’t felt since I was last with her, actually.

After making her two sandwiches exactly how I remembered she loved, I handed her a plate. “Eat up, Willowtree. Gonna need your strength.”

“Thank you. Let’s see if your claim to remember how I like them is correct…”

“I think I already proved I remember exactly how you like it.” With a wink, I turned away from her flushed face to slap together a sandwich for myself.

This combination had never been a favorite of mine, but in that moment, I didn’t much care. I was going to need the fuel for what I had planned for the rest of the night.

Now that I’d gotten a small taste of her, I didn’t see myself stopping before dawn. I wanted to strip her down, lay her out on my sheets, and spend hours rememorizing every square inch of her body. Wanted to make her come enough times her moans became the constant soundtrack in my mind.

Willow bit into her sandwich, letting out a little hum of contentment as her eyes fluttered closed. She’d made a similar sound on my couch right before she’d come. Which was to say, the problem in my pants wasn’t getting any relief.

“How’d I do?” I asked, my eyes locked on her lips as she slipped her tongue out to catch a bit of honey.

“Exactly how I love them.” She took another bite as she stared at me, her head cocked to the side. “How’d you remember all of it?”

“Just because I wasn’t here doesn’t mean I forgot.” I started on my sandwich, demolishing a quarter of it in one bite. “There’s not a thing between us I don’t remember.”

Too much? Probably, if the look she gave me was any indication. But, hell, I couldn’t keep my mouth shut about something like that. I wanted to tell her everything that’d happened, all the reasons I’d left and stayed away, but I couldn’t do that. Not when she and her daddy were already at odds—and they were. Like nothing I’d witnessed before.

The reason I’d stayed away sat squarely on my shoulders, and I’d have to own up to that in time. But the circumstances surrounding my forced departure lay directly at her father’s feet. Her knowing those circumstances would only serve to push her and Richard Haven further apart—possibly even cause irreparable damage.

There were few things Willow loved more than her family. I wouldn’t come between that, despite the disdain I held for her daddy.

But at the same time, I couldn’t stand there and pretend she hadn’t meant— still meant—the world to me. That I hadn’t thought of her every day while I’d been gone. Hadn’t wanted to come back to her dozens of times but stopped myself simply because I’d thought it’d been for the best.

What a fucking idiot I’d been.

“Why’d you come back here, Finn?” She held up her hand to stop me before I could answer. “And don’t say because of the bar. You could’ve opened a bar anywhere in the country, and yet you chose Havenbrook. Why?”

I polished off my sandwich and loaded my plate in the dishwasher, buying myself some time. But, hell, hadn’t I just thought I wanted to tell her everything I could? If I couldn’t be transparent with her about the reason I left, the least I could do was be honest with her now.

“You’re not anywhere else in the country, now are you, Willowtree?”

She froze with her sandwich halfway to her mouth, her eyes wide as she stared at me. And while I was happy to lay my truth out on the line and reveal that part of myself, I didn’t want to answer a dozen questions about it. Not just yet.

Besides, I had much better plans for my mouth.

I stepped in front of her, uncrossing her ankles and slipping into the space between her legs. Gripping her hips, I slid her closer to the edge of the counter. “I think I promised you some time with my tongue.”

“But…” She swallowed, her eyes darting back and forth between mine. “I haven’t finished yet.” She held up the remaining bite of her sandwich.

“And you go on and take as much time as you need finishin’ it. I’m gonna feast on somethin’ else for a while.” Sliding my hands down her thighs, I hooked my thumbs under the hem of her skirt and pulled it up, exposing more of those luscious thighs every second. “Now tell me, sweetness. You still got on your panties under this pretty skirt?”

Goose bumps covered her flesh as she gave a slow shake of her head. “They were too wet, so I took ’em off.”

Christ, she’d been sitting up there with absolutely nothing covering her pussy. Absolutely nothing separating us. No wonder she’d crossed her ankles, attempting to keep up a modicum of modesty. No need for that now.

“No panties…not very proper of you, Miss Haven.” I tsked in mock disapproval when in actuality my cock positively throbbed inside its denim prison. I slid my nose along the column of her neck, feeling her panting breaths against the side of my face. Placed a kiss against the faint birthmark shaped like Africa just behind her ear. Goddamn, I’d missed that mark. “Can’t deny it makes my job easier, though. You go on and finish your sandwich now. This won’t take but a minute.”

Without waiting for her response, I dropped to my knees, the counter the perfect height for me to be eye level with the heaven she held between her legs. I kissed one thigh, then the other, encouraging her to spread those legs a little with each brush of my lips against her. Hands cupping her ass, I guided her forward until she was perched at the edge of the counter, skirt bunched up around her hips, and her perfect pink pussy on display for me.

When we’d been teenagers, she’d only let me do this a couple of times, even when I’d assured her I’d loved it. At the time, she’d been too apprehensive of what she might smell like— heaven —and what she might taste like—again, heaven .

She wasn’t apprehensive now, though. Didn’t have a self-conscious bone in her pliable body. Nope, this time when I ran my tongue up her inner thigh, she didn’t clamp her legs around my head and keep me at bay. Instead, she spread those beauties wider, welcoming my mouth.

So I gave it to her.

I took a swipe through her slit, soaking in every ounce of her taste. Groaning when her arousal hit my tongue. “Even sweeter than that honey I just had, aren’t you, Willowtree? So fucking sweet.”

The plate clanged to the counter, and then her hands were in my hair, guiding me, tugging me every which way. Like she wasn’t quite sure if she wanted more or less of me.

Well, I’d settle that one for her. More. So much more.

I brushed my lips along her pussy, fluttering my tongue against her clit, all the while Willow chanted my name and rocked her hips up toward my seeking mouth.

I pulled back, replacing my mouth with my fingers. Tracing every inch of her before sliding them deep inside. “Gonna make you come all over my tongue right here in the kitchen. Then I’m gonna take you into my bedroom, lay you out on my sheets, and do it all over again. A dozen times if you want. A hundred . I’ll never get tired of licking your sweet pussy. Never get tired of making you come with my mouth.”

And then I did. Too worked up to draw this out any longer, I affixed my mouth to her, sucked her straight between my lips, and didn’t let up. With my fingers pumping deep inside her, I flicked my tongue against her clit in a relentless rhythm until she bowed off the counter, her fingernails digging into my scalp.

“ Finn …”

I groaned against her as she did exactly what I’d promised she would. Willow rolled her hips against my mouth as I guided her through her climax. As I drew out her pleasure for as long as I possibly could. And even after, I fluttered my tongue against her, loving how she shuddered under my hands, her fingers soothing in my hair, craving those happy little sighs of contentment falling from her lips.

But Christ, I craved so much more.

With another single kiss to her pussy, I stood, then hauled her into my arms, strode straight toward my bedroom, and kicked my door shut.

“I didn’t finish my sandwich.”

“I’ll make you another one later.” I dropped her on the mattress, then reached behind me and yanked my shirt off before tossing it to the side. “You’ve got me burning up, Willowtree. Got me aching for that sweet heaven between your legs. Need to get inside you before I go mad.”

I popped the button on my jeans and slid the zipper down, sighing as my cock finally got some relief. But instead of shoving my boxer briefs down, instead of reaching inside and gripping my erection, I waited for Willow.

Lord knew I had no idea why she’d agreed to this in the first place, and I wasn’t going to take for granted the fact that she could put the brakes on at any moment. Was, in fact, going to wait for her to give me the go-ahead, no matter how long it took. Even if that meant standing there with balls the color of midnight.

Willow took her sweet time staring at me, her eyes taking a slow trail down my body as they catalogued every feature. And damn if I didn’t love that she liked what she saw. That much was clear in how she bit her lip, how she ghosted her fingers across her collarbone. How her nipples were hard enough to be seen through the layers of fabric she wore.

When she finally lifted her eyes to mine, hers were so full of desire, I nearly fell to my knees right there. “Well, come on, then. What’re you waitin’ for?”