Chapter 16 #2
He fell forward, planting a hand at either side of her head. “Don’t hold back with me. There’s nothing you can’t say.”
“No, forget it. I don’t want to ruin the moment.”
See, that was his point. She’d heard the lust part but not the devotion. “Finlay. There’s nothing you could do to ruin anything. I’ve wanted you since I was a teenager, and I want you even more now.”
She gripped his aching cock. “You sure know how to turn a girl on.” She let out a dreamy sigh. “I was going to say we were planning on getting pregnant, so we didn’t need protection.”
“You think I don’t know you want kids? I know, Fee. I know what you want.”
Her eyes flared. “Why did you get harder when you said that?”
“Because the idea of putting a baby inside you turns me on.” He was probably more shocked than she that he’d said it, but it was true. “Our lives are too messed-up for that, but…” He put a hand on her belly, could imagine it swollen with his child, and he lost his shit.
Kissing her, he dragged her up the bed. He had sweet, good Finlay O’Neill naked beneath him, and he reverted to a shaky, fumbling boy. His heart raced, and his hands wanted to cover more territory than they could, making his touch rough and awkward. His cock hurt with the need to release.
He just wanted her so much. All of her.
He needed to slow down. Get a hold of himself.
“What’s wrong?” she asked breathlessly.
“I’m too excited. I need to make it good for you.”
“What do you mean?”
“If we keep going like this, I’m going to come on your belly like it’s my first time touching a woman.” In some ways, that was exactly what it was.
She grinned, her hands clasping the back of his neck. “I like this side of you.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t. It’s embarrassing.” He buried his face in her neck and breathed her in. But it only fueled his hunger. “I need to calm down.”
“That’s the last thing I want. I want you to come unhinged around me. Give me everything, Jude. Give it to me hard and wild, sweet and gentle, whatever you’re feeling…God, just give it to me. Show me how much you want me.”
It was just what he needed to get out of his head and back into the body shaking with excitement. “I’d burn the world down to get inside you.” He squeezed his eyes shut. “But I can’t if we don’t have condoms.”
She reared up. “Well, I can have you.” Planting both hands on his chest, she knocked him sideways. In one swift move, she had him on his back and was straddling his thighs. With a sexy grin, she held his cock with both hands and licked from tip to stem.
The electric sensation had him arching his back and crying out.
She ran her tongue all around the head and up and down his length, getting him wet and so worked up he was going to explode—there was no way to stop the freight train of an orgasm roaring through him. But wasn’t that what she wanted? For him to lose control?
She sucked him into her mouth—oh, fuck—and the sensation was so intense, he couldn’t hold back.
Clamping the back of her head, he punched his hips off the mattress and thrust with abandon.
Stars exploded behind his eyes. “Jesus. Fuck. Holy shit.” That was it.
Wracked with shudders, he held her tightly as the spasms rolled through him, one after another.
Her fingers dug into his ass, and her wet pussy rubbed over his thigh. It was so fucking hot he couldn’t stand it.
The moment his ass hit the bed, he loosened his hold and flung his arms wide. It took a moment to catch his breath. “That’s the single most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Eyes blazing, she wiped her mouth and sat up. Her chest rose and fell with harsh breaths, making her tits jiggle.
Unbelievably, desire flowed back into him. “Got to get a mouthful of those.” He tugged on her arm, settling her beside him.
Nuzzling her neck, he held the weight of her breast in his palm.
He kissed the tip, pushing them both together and learning her pleasure points from her breathy sighs and shuddery gasps.
As he sucked the other nipple into his mouth, his fingertips grazed her stomach, dipping into her slick, hot core.
He lazily stroked her—everywhere but where she needed it most. And when he slid inside to caress the sensitive patch, he was rewarded with a rush of desire coating his fingers.
When her hips rocked impatiently and her gasps turned into desperate cries, he skimmed his mouth down her torso. Shifting between her legs, he held her thighs open and licked inside. Her knees lifted, and her fingers tangled in his hair.
The moment his tongue licked her clit, her hips shot off the bed, and she pressed herself to his mouth. Another rush of pleasure coated his tongue, and she yanked his hair so hard it stung at the roots.
He loved it. He loved arousing her, tasting her, and feeling her everywhere on his body.
Her sounds were so erotic, so exciting, he went mindless, sucking and licking, gripping her ass with one hand while rubbing that inner patch with the other.
She came with a cry, her neck arching, her heels digging into his lower back, and her hips slamming hard against his mouth. “Yes, yes, yes. Oh, God.”
After the tension left her body, she collapsed like a rag doll. One more tremor went through her, and she let out a breath. “Mmm. So good. So good.”
There was a moment when the familiar sense of time to go hit him.
It was just what he did, a habit. He never slept in the same bed with a woman.
But this time, the impulse sputtered out and died.
Because the idea of tearing himself away from the warm body curled up beside him made his heart thunder and perspiration break out behind his neck.
No, he didn’t think he could leave her.
“So much better than my fantasies.” She sounded sleepy.
He reached over to turn out the light.
“If you wake up and want some boom-shakalaka,” she said, “look in the nightstand. He took the big stuff, but I doubt he bothered to clean out all his drawers.”
“Now you tell me,” he muttered.
“Got to give you something to look forward to.”