Charmer (Havenbrook #1)

Chapter 22

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

FINN

I thanked God Willow was in another one of those skirts she seemed to love. I loved them too. Loved seeing her ass showcased in her trim skirts, her long, shapely legs on display. Loved even more that it took hardly anything until I had full access to her pussy. And I was going to take advantage of it.

“You know how many times I’ve fantasized about this? Dreamed about fucking you against a wall?” I cupped both her breasts as I rained kisses all over her neck and collarbone. “Used to be all I thought about when we were teenagers. Taking you out to the alley after a shift at the shelter, pressing you up against the brick wall, and making you moan my name. Dirtying up all that perfect Willowness. Jesus, the things I wanted to do to you back then would’ve had your daddy hauling me off to jail. You were always too good for me, weren’t you? Still are. Because you deserve to be made love to on a nice soft bed piled high with pillows, but I’m gonna fuck you against this wall like a goddamn animal instead.”

“Here?” She moaned low in my ear when I tweaked her nipples, her hips restless against me.

“Right here.” I dropped my hands to the outside of her thighs and slid them up, pulling her skirt as I went, until I cupped her ass. Until only a tiny piece of lace covered her from my questing fingers.

Her panties were just the right size to hide the sparrow on her hip, and I’d bet one of my balls she bought that style specifically for that feature. She didn’t want to see the tattoo. Didn’t want to be reminded of what we’d had and lost. No, not lost—what I’d ripped from us both.

But I wanted to. Needed to.

I plucked my T-shirt from the waistband of my shorts and tossed it off to the side, then dropped to my knees in front of her. Gripping her hips, I leaned forward. Placed a kiss directly over her pussy barely hidden behind purple lace. I thumbed down the side of those cock-tease panties until I could see my mark on her. Jesus, what that ink did to me. Made me hard as fucking stone. Reassured me in a way nothing else could. Reminded me what we’d had was real, despite what everyone else had said.

And I’d thrown it all away.

I closed my eyes and leaned forward, scraped my teeth against the black shape before caressing it with my lips, then my tongue. As I focused my attention there, I slid her panties down her legs until she stepped out of them, steadying herself on my bare shoulders.

What a goddamn sight she made. She leaned against the wall, sexy as hell red heels on her feet, black skirt pushed up around her hips, legs spread just enough to let me glimpse all that delicious pink between her thighs.

Her fingers were restless on my shoulders. “What about Drew?”

“Stop talking about my brother when I’m about to eat your pussy.” With my tongue, I traced a path where her leg met her body, earning myself a shudder from her.

“Finn—”

“That’s right. Just my name when I’m licking all this sweet heaven. Don’t worry about anything else but how many times you can come on my tongue, all right?”

I didn’t give her a chance to voice any other concerns before I lifted one of her legs, tossed it over my shoulder, and fixed my mouth over her pussy. Our groans filled the empty space around us, the tone of hers making my cock twitch. Jesus, had it really been less than a week since I’d tasted her? Since I’d felt her hands in my hair, trying to guide me where she wanted me to go? Since those beautiful thighs had quivered against my face as she’d come?

I hooked an arm over her thigh, sliding my fingers down her stomach and between her legs to hold her open for my tongue. I’d just gotten my mouth on her, but she was already close. I could tell by the way she gripped my hair. How her moans grew more frequent but softer in volume. How she rocked her hips against my face, trying to ride my tongue to her peak.

With my other hand, I gripped her hip and encouraged her movements, guiding her forward and back as I pleasured her with my mouth. She might not be mine anywhere but right here, but that was okay. It had to be for now. As long as she gave me every bit of herself when we were together like this, I’d make do. And, while I did that, I’d make damn sure I wrung every ounce of pleasure from her before I ever let her leave my company.

Needing to get inside her before I combusted, I sucked her clit into my mouth and fluttered my tongue against it at the same time I pumped my fingers inside her to push her over the edge. She gripped my head in her hands as she moaned low through her release, trying to stifle the sound while biting her lip. Christ, what I wouldn’t give to hear her scream my name again.

Soon.

I was so worked up, so hungry for her, I couldn’t even wait to bring her down. With a final kiss to her pussy, I gently set her leg back on the ground and stood. Goddamn, did I love how proper she looked from the waist up, suit jacket and blouse perfectly pressed, not a strand of hair out of place. But the bottom half told another story. Quivering legs, no panties, a rucked-up skirt, and thighs red from beard burn.

“Not quite sure how, but you get sweeter every damn time.” I grabbed a condom from my wallet, thankful I’d had the foresight to add a couple just in case, and pushed down my shorts enough to free my cock. Rolled the latex down my length, giving it a quick tug. “Your legs tired, sweetness? Why don’t you come on up here and let me do all the work?” I settled in front of her, cupped her ass, and hauled her up against me, moaning when her wet heat met my aching hardness.

“How do you get me to do this?” she asked, her voice breathless and questioning, even as she hooked her ankles at the small of my back. Even as she groaned in my ear when I ran the head of my cock over her clit. “You make me forget everything.”

I pressed my forehead to her neck and notched my cock at her entrance. Hearing those words, feeling her heat and desire for me, was nearly my undoing. Lips pressed to her collarbone, I clutched her hips and pulled her down on me. Inch by excruciatingly blissful inch. “Then we’re even, because you make me lose my mind, Willowtree. Every goddamn time.”

Unable to hold back a second longer, I gripped her hips, making sure to keep my hands between the wall and her skin, and thrust hard. Slammed into her over and over again until I didn’t know where I ended and she began. Didn’t want to.

“Missed you,” I mumbled into her neck, kissing every inch I could reach. “Missed you so fucking much. You feel how perfect we fit together? You feel that?” I slid deep and rotated my hips against her. “Tell me.”

“Yes,” she breathed, her lips brushing my ear. Her fingernails dug into my neck, her legs tight around my thrusting hips, like she was holding on for dear life. “Yes, Finn. I’ve always felt it.”

And that was the real kicker. We’d both felt this thing between us, had since day one. The difference ten years brought, though, was I’d been around enough to know how rare what we had was. The kind of connection we shared didn’t come around but once in a lifetime. And I’d thrown it away.

Not again. Never again.

“Finn… Finn ,” she whispered, her pussy fluttering around my cock as she pulled me to her. Pulled me as close as I could get and fixed her mouth against mine.

I fucked her deeper as I brushed my tongue against hers, thrust into her harder as I worked us both toward our peaks. And when she crested, pulling me right along with her, I knew I couldn’t leave again.

I didn’t know what I’d have to do. Didn’t know how the hell I’d make it happen, didn’t even know if she’d welcome me back, but one thing was certain—I was staying. Even if I had to sell my soul to the devil himself, I wasn’t leaving again. Not Havenbrook, and certainly not Willow.