Chapter 13 Finn #2
The moment stretches and her chest rises with every breath, the hem of my T-shirt brushing the tops of her thighs. That’s when I notice the lacy, pale blue panties peeking out beneath the fabric, bright against her tanned skin.
Yeah. I’m fucked.
I lean on top of her, my hand at her waist, balancing my body weight on top of her. She lets out a shaky little breath like she’s been holding it since the shower turned on. My towel hangs lower as I press in, close enough to feel the heat between us, but not enough to close it.
My mouth finds hers, and she tastes like salt and sun and everything I shouldn’t want this badly. The kiss starts soft but turns into something that’s got my blood buzzing slowly, filthy, desperate.
She fists the towel at my hip like she might tear it off. My hand slides beneath the edge of my T-shirt, fingers brushing the bare skin of her breast, teasing her nipples, and she shivers.
I trail kisses down the side of her throat, then lower, tasting the edge of her collarbone. Her breathing stutters, her back arches, and it’s so easy to forget everything except her.
And then, between our kisses, she whispers breathlessly, “Finn—wait. We have to talk about this.”
I stop, forehead pressed to her neck, breathing hard.
“Okay,” I say, voice rough against her skin. I kiss the spot just below her ear, slow and teasing. “Then let’s talk.”
My lips keep tracing lazy paths down her neck as her hands slide up my back, trembling.
And then it slips out like she can't stop it. “What happens after this week?”
But her voice wavers. Like she already hates the idea of this ending.
I drag my nose along her jaw, down to the spot where her pulse pounds under her skin. “What do you want to happen?” I murmur against her throat.
Instead of answering, her hands slide down to the towel that's still wrapped around my waist, thankfully separating us because my cock is straining so hard right now, aching for her.
Her fingers trail from my hips and up my chest and thread into my hair, tugging hard enough to make me groan. I can feel every ragged breath, every inch of her tight against me as she kisses me—slow, desperate, filthy.
“Finn…” she whispers, lips brushing mine, breath shaking.
I freeze for half a second, chest pressed against hers, my heartbeat slamming into her ribs. "Yeah, baby?"
"I like this, a lot," she admits. And my heart clenches.
I kiss her desperately, gripping her hips with one hand and pushing toward her, the other sliding up the back of her thigh, dragging that thin cotton T-shirt higher. She’s warm, flushed, breathing hard, and pulling me tighter, urgently.
Every time I pull back to breathe, she chases me, fisting my towel, dragging me closer. Her mouth is hot and hungry against mine, her soft little gasps shooting fireworks straight through me.
She trembles, and my hand slides down her thigh, hooking behind her knee to pull her against me. The towel is barely hanging on now. The soft fabric of her panties presses against me, and it’s a miracle I haven't come just kissing and pressing into her.
Her eyes flick up to mine, wide and terrified and so damn honest. “What if we just agreed that what happens in Coconut Beach stays in Coconut Beach?”
I pull my forehead back and stare at her.
Rowan is going to destroy my heart. And fuck, I'm going to let her.
Because I love her so much. And she might never be on the same page as my love is for her, but I can't stop.
I love her so much. If one week is all she's going to give me, then so be it.
I'm going to love her and have the best week of my life even if it destroys me in the end.
"Okay, baby," I answer. But it’s not the truth. The truth couldn’t be further from this bullshit. A week of fucking. Nah. I’m going to do one better. I’m going to give her something she’ll never be able to walk away from.
She nods and moans, trembling, and my hand slides higher up her thigh, hooking her panties and pulling them down. I stare at her bare beautiful pussy and think if a week is all I get then I'll die a happy man.
I kiss my way down her neck, trickling across her breasts as my fingers find her pussy. “You're so wet for me, baby...tell me this is for me.”
“Finn...” she moans as I rub her clit fast and feverishly, feeling her tremble, her eyes hooded and staring at mine in desperation.
“You think you can just be my friend, Rowan?”
She moans and pants.
“Answer me, baby,” I warn.
She shakes her head as her body starts to give. “No...”
“You think you're just going to get orgasms for a week and that will be enough?”
She shakes her head faster.
“I'm gonna ruin you so that no other man could ever fucking give you what I'm going to give you.”
“Finn!” she screams as she comes so hard on my fingers, her body writhing, panting and grasping my shoulders.
Just like that, the line between us blurs so hard it disappears. Because I'm just getting started and I'm going to ruin her pussy for any other cock that could ever try to come after me.