Chapter 6 Heaven and Tiramisu
Waverly
The moon was out in full force by the time we pulled up outside my cottage.
There was no need to pick up my car since Shayne––the damn sneak––offered to drive me to work that morning.
She never did anything unintentionally, which meant her plan all along had been for Finn to bring me home after dinner.
I wouldn’t admit it, but for once, I was grateful for her interfering self.
The sexual tension between us was always raging, but tonight, it hit an all-time high.
When he’d stepped into my office earlier, looking like a god among men in his all-black designer suit, I nearly came on the spot.
The result was having to sit through dinner with damp panties.
It was extremely uncomfortable, and not something I’d recommend.
More than once, I considered excusing myself to the bathroom to give myself a little release.
Who the hell was this wanton woman? Certainly not me. I had complete control of myself.
Maybe…
…Probably
Shit. Who was I trying to fool? Since the moment I laid eyes on Finn, I’d bypassed undone, sliding straight into unhinged territory. I could blame my overactive libido on the fact I hadn’t had sex in two years, though that would be a lie. It was all him.
“Do you want to come in?”
Smooth, Waverly. Real smooth.
“Yes.” He crowded me from behind, laying his hand on top of mine as I put the key in the lock. “Same rules apply as the ones in Curacao. We don’t do anything you’re not ready for.”
“What if I said fuck the rules?” I swallowed around the lump in my throat.
“Be sure, beautiful.” He licked a trail from my collarbone up to my ear; a groan of desperation leaving my mouth. “Once we go there, there’s no turning back. You’ll be mine.”
“Then you’ll be mine too.”
“Abso-feckin’-lutely.”
He used his hold on my hand to turn the key, then nudged me through the front door.
In an instant, he spun me around, slamming his lips to mine.
His tongue swept along my bottom lip, demanding entry.
I opened and was immediately rewarded with a taste of heaven and tiramisu; a heady combination.
We were on fire and I wanted to burn from the heat of the flames.
Before I knew what was happening, my purse hit the floor when he lifted me into the air by the backs of my thighs.
My squeal of surprise was lost somewhere among our ragged breaths as I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist. His hands moved to palm my ass, holding me in place.
“Bedroom,” I panted. “Down the hall, last room on the left.”
We were moving before I finished giving directions.
Crossing the threshold, I flicked the light switch on the wall at the same time he tapped the side of my thigh, wordlessly telling me what he wanted.
Unwinding my legs, I let them drop, sliding down the front of his body.
The backs of my knees brushed the edge of my mattress, then I was falling backward.
He followed me down, settling between my spread thighs.
His hard length nestled between us as he ground against my core.
“Oh God,” I moaned into his mouth when his hand cupped the underside of my breast.
His other arm snaked around my back, dragging us farther up the bed before he rolled, flipping our position.
“I need to taste you, baby. Scoot up.”
“Scoot up? It’s been a while for me, but shouldn’t we be naked?”
He sat up quickly, dragging my dress over my head with ease, leaving me naked except for my brand-new black lace bra and panty set and my sparkly silver heels.
“Problem mostly solved. Now crawl up here and hold on to the headboard.”
“You’ll suffocate,” I scoffed.
“I need your pussy on my tongue more than I need to breathe.”
“Holy shit.”
“Don’t let a hungry man starve, beautiful. Scoot up.”
Far be it from me to keep a man from his meal.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” I grumbled, doing exactly what he asked.
There was no time to be embarrassed; not when his fingers wound around the sides of my panties, and not when he ripped them from my body.
It was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever experienced.
At least it was until his hands clamped around my hips and pulled me down to his waiting mouth.
I wasn’t prepared for the first swipe of his tongue through my folds, or the second.
By the third, the idea of smothering him was a fleeting memory.
My body swayed under the pulsing desire coursing through every molecule.
“Please.”
“Please, what? Do you need more?” The tip of his tongue circled my clit slowly, bringing me closer to the edge without letting me fall over.
“Yes.” I sucked in a breath as one, then two fingers penetrated my sex, pumping in and out, over and over.
“Come on my tongue, then you can come on my dick.”
He twisted his wrist, hitting a place inside me that had never been touched.
That was enough to make my vision blur and send me soaring.
I swore I must’ve blacked out for a few seconds because, somehow, I ended up on my back with a completely naked Finn standing at the foot of the bed, rolling a condom down his long, thick cock.
Grabbing my ankles, he dragged me down the mattress, putting my feet flat on the bed and my pussy on display.
“You still good?” A hint of uncertainty flashed across his face.
“More than.”
His lips tipped up into a grin as he fell forward, catching himself with one hand next to my head, while the other worked between us, lining himself up with my entrance.
“Wrap me up. I wanna feel the sting of your heels in my arse while I’m fucking you.
” Then he snapped his hips forward, burying himself deep in one stroke.
“Yesss.” My neck arched as he stretched me wide.
“We’ll go slow next time. You feel too damn good and I’ve waited too damn long.”
Easing out to the tip, he slammed back inside, stealing my breath and whatever was left of my sanity.
He maintained the same rhythm, grinding his hips against my bundle of nerves with every inward thrust. I’d never had sex like this before; never imagined it could be this incredible.
The man was a fucking sex god, and I was here for it.
“Find it, Waverly. I’m not going to last.”
“I’m there.” My deep moan filled the room as indescribable pleasure ripped through my body.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
He punctuated each word by pounding into me.
Faster. Harder. Until his control shattered.
Planting deep, he groaned into my neck. Seconds passed without either of us moving.
During that time, I realized something. It wasn’t important, but that didn’t stop me from blurting, “You said fuck, not feck.”
‘Yeah, baby,” he grunted. “I said fuck.”
“Huh.” Grinning wide, I concluded, “I fucked the Irish outta you.”
His body shook with laughter, which led to him hardening inside of me again, which led to round two. It was indeed slower, but no less amazing.
It was dark, except for the light I’d left on in the en suite bathroom.
The only sounds in the room were the ones emanating from Finn as he lay peacefully next to me.
Usually, I slept like the dead, but something woke me.
I listened closely for whatever it could’ve been.
Then I heard it. A faint creak, like a loose floorboard depressing under a heavy weight.
I knew every single noise my house made and that particular one came from the kitchen, near the back door.
Shit! We weren’t alone.
Priority number one was protecting Finn. I’d left my service weapon in my lockbox at the office, which meant I needed to get to my backup. Carefully rolling to my side, I covered Finn’s mouth with my hand and shook his shoulder with the other.
“Finn,” I whispered as loudly as I could. His eyes flew open. “Someone’s in the house. We need to get out of here.”
He nodded, throwing the covers off, bending to grab our clothes from the floor.
We dressed quickly, not bothering to check if our clothes were inside out.
It wasn’t ideal to hunt someone down in my home while wearing a sexy dress, but the alternative would’ve taken more time than we had. Barefoot and braless it was.
Taking his hand, I moved toward the closet and held a finger up for him to wait. I turned the knob and quickly moved inside. Using my thumbprint to open the gun safe, I snatched my Glock and slid the extra clip into place before rejoining Finn.
“Stay here.”
“No way in hell.”
There wasn’t time to argue. My place wasn’t tiny, but it wasn’t huge either. Whoever was inside would be working their way toward us soon, which meant we needed to move.
“Fine,” I spat. “Stay behind me.”
I peered into the hallway. No movement that I could see.
There were two rooms farther up; the bathroom and a second bedroom.
Both doors remained closed, so I made the assumption they were secure and prayed I wasn’t wrong.
Moving at a snail’s pace, we crept up the hall, keeping our backs against the wall.
Shadows danced across the living room as moonlight filtered through the bay window to the right.
None of them appeared to be in the shape of a person though.
Reaching the end, I stopped, trying to decipher the intruder’s exact location.
It was quiet, eerily so. Decision made, I took a deep breath, then peeked around the corner toward the kitchen.
I saw the flash before my brain registered the sound.
BOOM.
Plaster exploded above my head as the bullet slammed into the wall.
Son of a bitch!
“Fuck. Are you hit?”
“Get down,” I yelled, ignoring his question as I crouched low. “FBI, asshole. Drop the gun.”