31. Chapter 31
Chapter 31
Tessa
T onight was the night.
When Finn asked me on our third date, we agreed it was time for us to put the town’s rumor mill to rest. While we made breakfast this morning, he mentioned wanting to take me dancing after dinner.
Initially I balked at the idea. I was never an overly coordinated person, but I quickly recognized the opportunity to grind on him and drive him beyond the point of no return might be exactly what I needed to get him to finally take the next step in our relationship.
The night I told Finn about my ex was the first and only time we slept in the same bed. Five times a week, Finn drove me to work where he watched me like an eagle stalking its prey throughout my shift. By the end of each night, the sexual tension between us was nearly unbearable, which was made all the more excruciating when he took me home and ravished my mouth in the doorway of my bedroom, only to send me inside to sleep alone with the lady equivalent of blue balls.
Despite my own sexual frustration, I knew Finn’s was worse. Since that day at the lake, he’d given me several orgasms but had yet to allow me to return the favor.
To ensure he couldn’t say no tonight, I called in reinforcements. Reagan gleefully agreed to help, promising to be over as soon as she picked up my secret weapon.
After hanging up with Reagan, I returned to find Finn in the living room. He did his best to hide his scowl when I set the phone back in its cradle, but I saw it. The fact I still didn’t have a cell phone was a spot of contention between us. He insisted I needed it for safety reasons while I argued I was always with someone who would lend me theirs and therefore didn’t require my own. Besides, I could count on one hand the number of people I would have any reason to call, and I saw most of them daily.
The doorbell pulled me from my thoughts, and I hurried to open it. After letting Reagan in, she said a quick hello to the gentle giant watching us from the kitchen before practically shoving me toward my bedroom.
She slammed my bedroom door behind her, locking it for good measure, before a massive grin spread across her face.
Glancing at the clock and noting we only had a few hours until Finn and I were supposed to leave, I glanced at the bag in Reagan’s hands, the nerves about pulling my plan off in full swing. “They still had it?” I asked.
“They sure did,” she said, the glee in her voice apparent.
When Reagan and I went shopping, we stopped at a boutique owned by a friend of hers. As we walked inside, my focus was instantly drawn to the mannequin in the window. I continued to glance at it while she waited for her friend to finish with a customer. Eventually, she forced me into the changing room with the dress. I protested, knowing there was no way I could afford it based on the few price tags I looked at since our arrival. Reagan insisted, and after realizing the only way I was getting out of the store was to try it on, I caved.
Standing in front of the mirror, I couldn’t help but notice the way the crimson fabric complimented my body. The material lifted and separated my breasts, while soft rouching flattered my curves, concealing every part I hated most about myself.
When I exited the dressing room wearing it, I was met with wolf whistles and howling from an overly enthusiastic Reagan. While I loved the dress and the way it made me feel, I knew it wasn’t something I could afford. However, after a couple months of waiting tables, I decided this was the perfect opportunity to splurge a little.
I was worried the dress would be gone after all this time, but when I was racking my brain to figure out how to get Finn to give in tonight, I kept coming back to it.
Fighting the urge to squeal, I took the bag from Reagan and pulled out the dress. Yep. If this didn’t get me laid, I was out of ideas.
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When Finn knocked on my door for dinner, his greeting halted mid-sentence. I watched with satisfaction while he scanned my body before swallowing hard. When he stepped back to allow me to walk ahead of him, there was a significant bulge behind his zipper.
He drove us to a steakhouse two towns away, where we ate dinner before driving to Nyx, the only other bar in Absolution. Finn held the door open for me, familiar country music drifting out as the smell of sweat and alcohol permeated the air.
His hand closed around mine and towed me toward the dance floor. Before my brain registered what happened, Finn tugged me toward him, causing me to lose my balance. Both hands landed on his chest, and I looked up to find a broad smile on his face.
“If you wanted to touch me, sweetheart, all you had to do was say so.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. I’d wanted to do far more than touch him for weeks, and he damn well knew it. Before I could reply, Finn spun me away from him, skillfully twirling me back in. I gently crashed into his massive frame, breathless at the way he whirled me around with seemingly little effort.
“Where on earth did you learn to do that?” I asked.
A smirk spread across lips I was dying to kiss. “You can thank my mother. She insisted that all her boys know how to properly escort a woman around the dance floor.”
For the next two hours, Finn did exactly that. Completely unable to wipe the massive smile from my face, I laughed while he twirled, dipped, and swung me around, paying no attention to everyone watching us. We took a quick soda break hallway through, but he pulled me right back onto the dance floor as soon as I finished my drink.
The track changed, and a slow song came over the speakers. Finn wrapped my hand in his before pulling me close and resting his other palm on the small of my back. Slightly out of breath, I welcomed the chance to be held by him.
My free arm slipped around Finn’s neck, the soft cotton of his button-down grazing my skin as my fingers played with the hair at his nape.
Pressed against the hard muscle of Finn’s body, my focus narrowed down to the man in front of me.
“You having fun?” Finn’s voice was rough and husky when he bent down and spoke next to my ear.
My lower belly clenched at the sound of his smooth baritone, the whisper of his breath across the shell of my ear causing goosebumps to rise along my arms.
Thoroughly flustered and unable to form a cohesive response, I mumbled, “Mmhmm.” Finn chuckled at the high pitch of my voice.
He continued to sway me back and forth while I tried to memorize every aspect of this moment. The smell of his cologne mixed with sweat, the heat radiating from his body, but mostly the feeling of rightness I always felt with him.
When the song ended, I peered up into his smoldering eyes.
“You ready to get out of here?”
God, yes. Our date had far exceeded anything I could have ever hoped for, but I was beyond ready to be alone with him.
I nodded, and he grabbed my hand, pulling me behind him as he headed for the door.
We didn’t speak on the drive home, but after hopping into the driver seat, Finn flipped up the center console. He patted the middle seat, and I slid over before buckling myself in. His arm reached around and rested along my shoulders. We spent the drive home huddled together while Finn hummed along to the radio.
When we got home, Luka greeted us at the door. Finn gave him a ham bone from the freezer, and the dog wasted no time cuddling up in his dog bed with the treat.
Then the man turned his attention to me, his gait strong and confident. Cradling my cheek, he leaned in for a kiss. My pulse skyrocketed when his tongue met mine, and the impressive bulge in his jeans pressed against my belly. By the time Finn pulled away, I was as breathless as I’d been on the dance floor.
“I need to check something in my room quick, but when I get back, I have a surprise for dessert,” he rumbled.
Nodding, I watched him go, admiring his round ass until he disappeared. Realizing now was the perfect opportunity to freshen up after several hours of physical activity, I hurried to the bathroom.
When I returned, Finn was in the kitchen. He pulled two small glass dishes from fridge, spraying the tops with whipped cream before adding spoons.
Walking to where he stood, I noticed what appeared to be a dark colored mixture in the containers.
Finn turned toward me, bringing a spoonful to my lips. “It’s called Pot de Crème. Think of it as a rich, dark chocolate type of pudding.”
I stared at the spoon. Chocolate was a comfort food for me, but Daniel refused to allow sweets in the house except for special occasions. He claimed he didn’t want us consuming empty calories, but after he began making snide comments about my weight, I suspected it had more to do with my size. Since I left L.A., I had yet to indulge in any sweets beyond the carrot cake I made and the apple pie from our first date.
For the first time since we started dating, I sensed unease from Finn. He cleared his throat. “You said dark chocolate was your favorite, right?”
The few moments I was lost in my thoughts had caused him hesitation, so I rushed to reassure him. “Yes. I love dark chocolate.”
Finn’s face cleared as I parted my lips.
My eyes widened, and I moaned when the rich flavors danced across my palette. Finn set the dish back on the counter and moved closer, his heated gaze never straying from my lips.
Desperate to return the pleasure he so freely gave over the last few weeks, I reached around, dipping my finger into the dessert before lifting it to my mouth and closing my lips around it.
Finn’s stare turned molten right before his mouth crashed into mine, his tongue delving inside. The groan he let out at the contact vibrated against my lips, a whimper breaking free from my chest in response.
He backed me against kitchen counter, one hand winding in my loose curls while the other grabbed a hold of my ass.
“You’ve been killing me all night in this dress,” he murmured against my lips.
“Well, I needed to do something to get your attention,” I replied breathlessly.
Finn stilled at my response, his head pulling back before he met my glazed stare. “Is that what you thought? That I didn’t want you?” he asked, disbelief laced in his voice.
Self-doubt began to wind its way through me, and I dropped my chin to my chest.
“Tessa.”
Finn’s thumb and forefinger caught my chin, gently lifting my face back to his.
“Let’s get one thing straight. I’ve spent the last several weeks using every ounce of self-restraint I possess to make sure I didn’t rush you into something you weren’t ready for. Things may have gotten away from me on both of our dates, but by some miracle I managed to refrain from taking you the way I wanted. But make no mistake, Tessa. I have spent every night for weeks jerking off to thoughts of your wet pussy wrapped around my cock.”
A tingling sensation spread through me. I felt flushed everywhere, and the desire to strip my clothes off was overwhelming.
“I thought you might be ready for us to take the next step tonight, but if you’re not, I promise that’s okay. I am perfectly content to continue with the way things have been,” he said.
Well, I sure as hell wasn’t content with it. He pulled me from my thoughts as he continued, “But if you want me, then tell me, because I am so far under your spell that I’ll give you whatever you want.” He paused. “So, tell me, Tessa. Do you want this? Do you want me?”
I nodded my head and was taken aback when Finn gave a firm shake of his head.
“No, Mo Chridhe . I need the words. You’ve had far too many decisions taken away from you. If this is what you want, then you have to tell me.”
“Yes,” I breathed. “Yes, Finn. God, yes. I want you like I’ve never wanted anything in my lif—” Before I could finish my sentence, Finn’s mouth was on mine again. His hand wrapped around my thigh, hooking it over his hip before settling between my thighs and pushing the satiny fabric of the dress up to my waist. Thrusting his erection against my core, I mewled at the sensations he evoked in my body.
Finn’s kiss turned feverish, his other hand wrapping my remaining leg around his waist and setting me on the counter. He continued grinding against my center, the friction bringing me closer to an orgasm. Arousal pooled between my legs, but I was so far gone for this man I didn’t even care that I was likely leaving a wet spot on the front of his jeans.
He rubbed against my swollen clit, his hand lifting to my breast. Pushing down the front of my dress, Finn dropped his mouth and closed his lips around my nipple. The heat of his mouth on my sensitive skin sent a shudder racing down my spine. My hips bucked against him, and I moaned.
Momentarily thanking God I wasn’t able to wear a bra with this dress, my hand dove into his thick hair and held on for dear life. His hard length continued to stroke me higher, and when he gently bit down on my nipple, I exploded. My hips writhed against his thrusting cock while every nerve in my body came to life.
Finn rode me through my orgasm. I blinked in the afterglow of my climax and took in the disheveled man before me. His shirt was off kilter, and his brown hair stood in every direction. He stilled his hips, my sensitive clit still pulsating from the intense pleasure. I exhaled heavily as the last of my high dissipated . Damn, this man was skilled at making my body come alive.
I should have been satisfied; I was anything but.
My eyes moved to Finn’s self-satisfied smirk. Unwilling to wait another second, I captured his lips with mine and dropped my hands down to his belt buckle, desperate to have him inside me.
I groaned in frustration when his hands stilled my movements. Finn’s deep chuckle floated around me as he pressed a soft kiss to my lips. He slowly unwound my legs from his waist before setting my feet on the floor. Continuing to press soft, reverent kisses against my lips, his hands straightened my dress and pulling back to see the confusion on my face.
“Believe me, Tessa. There is nothing I want more than to strip this dress from your body and slide deep inside you, but I had something a little different in mind for our first time.”
Unsure what he meant, I followed him as he led me down the hallway. I’d never been inside Finn’s room, but that was where he was leading me.
Reaching his door, he stopped and pulled me close, palming my cheek. “Before we go inside, I need you to promise me something.” The serious tone of his voice surprised me, but I nodded and waited for him to continue. “If you change your mind at any point, I need you to promise you’ll tell me.” His face was so earnest. “If you don’t like something I’m doing, or it doesn’t feel good for you, you have to tell me .”
The back of my eyes pricked with tears. Even this close to the finish line, he still wanted to make sure this was what I wanted. Knowing he needed to hear the words, I nodded fervently. “I promise, Finn.”
His eyes held mine. Presumably reassured by whatever he saw there, his free hand twisted the handle and swung the door wide.