Chapter 34
Finn
“Am I supposed to like the villain? I’m so confused,” I say, shutting the book Millie picked out for me.
“You’ll have to keep reading, Spock.” She nibbles on her bottom lip, trying to hide her smile. Her head lies across my thigh,
auburn hair fanned out over my jeans, as her eyes travel across the pages of the book I chose for her.
She came out of her room earlier in a matching light pink pajama set that looks so silky smooth that it’s painful to keep
from touching her. Every fiber of my being wants to wrap my arms around this woman and kiss every inch of her.
Hell, it feels like I’ve been craving that since the beginning.
With a huff, she snaps her book shut and looks up at me.
“Would you like to take a bath?” I ask, running my thumb over her cheek.
“No.” She sits up to kneel beside me, taking my book and setting it aside.
“What would you like then?”
My eyes widen as she lifts a leg over mine and straddles my thighs. I dig my fingers into the couch to force myself not to
touch her yet. I want her to be in control of things tonight.
She pulls my glasses from my face and places them on the arm rest. Then she wiggles her hips a little, getting settled closer to where I’m straining against my jeans already. Her eyes sparkle with mischief before she lowers her mouth to my neck.
“Are you trying to torture me?” I whisper as she leaves warm, wet kisses along my collarbone.
“Maybe,” she breathes against my skin. She leans back and clutches the bottom of her tank top, lifting it over her head excruciatingly
slow.
She reveals her silky waist, the round curves of her perfect tits, and then finally— fuck —she’s topless on my lap, her peaked rosy nipples just inches away.
“I’ll take it. This form of torture isn’t so bad.” My hands shake with the need to touch her, so I squeeze my eyes shut and
clench the couch cushion.
She huffs a laugh as she pries my hands from the couch, placing them on her ribs, and it forces my eyes back open.
“I love watching the agony on your face,” she says, tilting her head back. She shakes her long hair behind her, tormenting
me further when the movement arches her breasts closer.
“You’re a wicked little temptress,” I groan in a gravelly voice.
She looks back at me, as she grinds her hips against me once, the pressure right where I want it.
My thumbs move up an inch to the underside of her breasts. Her eyes darken, and her lips part.
“There’s a little agony on your face.” I smirk.
“Then do something about it,” she tempts me, raising the ante.
No more bluffing. She’s all in.
I don’t hesitate. My mouth immediately clamps down on her nipple, sucking it between my lips. She moans loudly, losing her
balance and tilting back, but my arms are there to catch her, and she melts against their support.
My hips press up into hers, and I use my grip on her back to hold her still as I move to her other breast. I let my teeth graze her skin as I release it, and she whimpers.
When I meet her gaze, she lunges for my mouth. Our lips haven’t touched since the overlook, and when they do, sparks ignite
between them. This kiss is pure, burning heat. Lips, tongues, and teeth move against each other as my hands slip over as much
of her as possible. They graze the swell of her hips, the velvet skin of her stomach, and her strong shoulders.
She pulls back, and her hands cup over my beard as my heart races in a fog of lust. “Take me to bed,” she orders.