Chapter 18 Fin
Chapter 18
Fin
“Damn.” I shake my head as though I might be seeing things.
“I don’t want to watch.” Her tone is cool, her delivery supremely confident, but the tilt of her chin betrays her nerves. “I want you to touch me. I want to feel you inside me. I don’t want to just imagine it anymore.”
I give my head a shake, overstimulation causing a break in my neural wiring.
“Fin . . . please say something.”
“Have I blacked out?”
She glances away, hiding a shy-looking smile.
“Mila ...” I make a groan of her name, drinking her in. “You look like a fucking dream.” She has curves for days. Silky skin and jet hair. I feel like I should drop to my knees, humbled in the face of all that is her—that I should give thanks for her.
She steps onto the shower platform. I suck in a shocked breath when our naked bodies collide as she slides her arms around my neck.
“A holiday romance,” she says softly, her cheek pressed to my chest.
My heart dips, then rallies, banging so hard that I wonder if she can hear its bass thump thump thump , the sounds of the shower its backing track.
“Five days. Two people just enjoying each other, like you said.”
She’s shivering. Is it with nerves or desire? Either way, that’s not gonna cut it, my brain supplies. I manage to halt the message before it reaches my mouth as I fold my arms around her, grasping for something else to say. Something that isn’t going to frighten her the fuck away.
How about yes. Say yes, fuckhead.
She feels like she belongs in here, in the circle of my arms. Can’t she feel that? Can’t she let her guard down? Let me in. Not just into your body, but your heart. Let our skin meld and our souls fuse.
“It’s what you offered,” she repeats, filling the pause, as though I need persuading.
I stifle a sigh. I may be rock hard, but I know we’re destined for more. That we deserve to be more.
“Yeah, I know.” I also know that sex can be a gateway to more. Just look at Evie and Oliver. Despite the official story behind their meeting, I know they fucked the day she said “I don’t” to the tool she was previously engaged to.
“Don’t worry,” Mila whispers. “I won’t get attached. I know you’re not the type to settle down. And I have too much going on in my life right now to be serious about anyone.”
I know she’s pressed herself this close to prevent me from seeing her face, from reading her expression. But that works both ways, because that arrow landed hard.
Fuck me, but don’t love me. That’s usually my line. It’s what I tell women up front. What a turnup for the books. Or a kick in the guts.
“Not that I’m suggesting you’d be interested in more,” she adds softly.
I tighten my hold on her, mentally kicking myself for not answering. “Hush. Any man would be honored to be part of your life. You’re special, Mila.” I feel her bristle, but I carry on anyway. “You need to believe that about yourself.”
“You’re sweet.”
“Sweet and nice?”
Her body moves against mine with a giggle. I close my eyes and swallow back a moan.
“What if it turns out to be more than sex?” says sad-sack Fin as he finds his voice.
“It won’t be,” she says, pressing her lips to my still-slick chest. “Because it can’t be. We’re just too different, you and me. Beyond the physical, we don’t even like each other. Not really.” The latter falls flat, despite her joking delivery.
My heart dips. Is that what she thinks, or is it what she’s telling herself? People who don’t like each other don’t behave like we do. The opposite of like, of love, is indifference, not an electric attraction.
“I thought we were friends.”
“Well, maybe you like me just a little bit,” she says, tracing the outline of my nipple. “And I’ve already told you what I like.”
My cock throbs, and I swallow thickly. This is going to be over before it begins, if I’m not careful. It’s been years since I was reduced to distracting myself from nutting by silently reciting multiplication tables.
“The things that I think about,” she whispers. “The things I haven’t ... Would you ... would you do those things with me?”
My brain shuts off. Shuts down—a misfire in its cerebral wiring as I imagine just that. Before it can reboot, Mila pulls back. Her dark lashes flutter as her fingers, five points of aching-hot contact, sear my skin. She tips onto her toes, and I groan as she presses her soft lips to the base of my throat.
“Teach me how,” she whispers. “Please?”
I feel it all—feel everything. Her breath before it leaves her lips. The brush of her hair under my chin, the press of her fingers and the skim of her hip.
Her touch is tender as it slides down my chest. Then farther, causing my abs to tense, my mind going hazy around the edges, my whole body quivering like a struck tuning fork.
And that’s before she takes my cock in her hand.
“Tell me what you like,” she murmurs, teasing my crown with the tips of her fingers. “I want to make this good for you.”
Jesus Christ. Who’s teaching who?
I come back to myself and fist my hand in the back of her hair. Her eyes turn to night, her shocked gasp reverberating through to my bones. “If your hands are on me, if you’re touching me, I like it. Got that?”
She nods her agreement—winces—her posture softening as I lower my mouth to hers.
“Anything I do that you don’t like? You only have to say so.”
“Five days,” she whispers, her words feathering my lips. And mine hers.
“Five days,” I agree. “I’m going to pick you apart bit by bit. Find out what you really like.” Become your new addiction and never let you leave.
I slide my lips over hers, inhaling her soft sigh of acceptance. Light touches and caressing tongue, I stoke this fire between us as her hand slips around my neck once more. Her hips tilting to the hard press of me, light turning to dark, heat flaring between us as I deepen my kiss.
“Are you wet for me, Mila?” My free hand roams, the other holding her in place by her hair. I give and she takes, and she likes it enough to moan into my mouth as I do. “Answer me.”
“Fin,” she admonishes, laughing a little as I turn us.
“I asked you a question.”
With her back to the shower, I step into her, pushing her under the water. Her expression as the spray hits the top of her head matches her stunned gasp. But she isn’t under long, as, water cascading down her body, I follow her, backing her up against the wall.
“That was a shock!” She laughs, free and loud, sluicing water from her face.
But I don’t answer as I bend and lick the glistening beads from the tips of her hardened nipples. She moans as I capture each in turn with a soft, sucking tug. Water flows down my back as I take her hips, pulling her closer to slide my thigh between hers.
“You’re wet now.” A smile pulls at my mouth as I dip a little, slide my tongue over the seam of her lips. My cock throbs as she tentatively sucks on my tongue, and my hands slide across her hips. I take her breasts into my hands—her nipples into my mouth. I can’t feel enough, touch enough, not as she moans softly and begins to rock against me. Taking her pleasure where she can.
“Are you going to come like this?” I press my thigh tighter into the heat of her pussy. “Are you gonna get yourself off riding my thigh like a good girl?”
Her cheeks color, her rhythm faltering.
“You have my permission, Mila.” Fuck, I think you might just have my heart.
“Oh, God.” Her lashes flutter, the ends beaded with moisture from the shower as stray droplets of water bounce from my shoulders onto her. I want to lick her clean. Lick her dry. Feast on her until all that remains are her sighs.
“Show me, darling. Show me what you can do. I get so fucking hot when I think about you getting yourself off.”
“Oh, my days.” Her head tips forward, pressing to my chest. “I shouldn’t have told you.” But she doesn’t stop.
“But you did. And now it’s all I can think about.”
She undulates a little harder, her soft moan bouncing off the shower walls.
“Yeah, just like that.” My touch is one of reverence as I take her face in my hands, brushing away her hair and keeping her eyes on mine. “You’re so, so beautiful,” I croon, not sure how a moment as hot as this hasn’t dissolved my brain. “You’re such a good girl for me.”
She whimpers, so conflicted, so lush and so ripe as she rolls against me again and again.
“That’s it. You can take it.”
Her attention turns inward, her eyes glossing with pleasure.
I kiss her, one quick slide. I want to watch. I also want to swallow her whole. “You’re so, so sweet, doing this for me. Doing all the hard work for me.”
“ Fin. Oh ... ” Her body bows, as though she can’t contain what she’s feeling, as though the sensation is too big to fit under her skin.
“Good girls get rewarded,” I croon. “Good girls get to come, Mila. Show me how good you can be.”
“Oh, Lord . . .”
I laugh, the sound low and dark. “God isn’t making you come. But you bet he’s watching.”
“ I ... I ... ” Her mouth falls open as she hits that point.
I hold her there as her body contracts. My mouth against hers, I swallow her cries.