Chapter 28
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Sophie
Hand in hand Finn and I walk along the sidewalk toward his SUV parked along the curb. We pause at the passenger door and I look over, just as he leans in to pull on the handle.
“The movie starts in about thirty minutes,” Finn says as he opens the door.
I push past the nervous energy I feel knowing that we’ve come to the point where it can go two ways.
We can continue to pretend that neither of us are fighting this pull between us.
Where we ignore the desire for each other and continue to go through the motions.
The place where we are trapped in the friends who are now dating, but without all the pressure phase.
It’s a nice place to be, but it’s also a place I feel like we can grow entirely too comfortable with and may be the one thing that makes this entire thing slowly crumble and dim out.
Or I can decide for us, and make a move that will shift the future of us in a direction I am desperate to go.
“I think maybe we should skip the movie.” I chance a glance at Finn and he holds my stare.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes.” I give a little nod and completely turn my body to face his.
“What did you have in mind?” he asks, sliding his hand up my arm and goosebumps cover my skin. I allow myself to imagine his hands all over my entire body and I swallow passed the intense feelings those thoughts trigger.
“I’ve never seen your place,” I add.
“No.” He hooks my waist with his other hand, pulling my body tighter into his. “I guess you haven’t.”
“I’m up for a tour if you are.” Before I can finish my thought he leans in pressing his lips to mine.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this step?” Finn asks and again it’s a reminder of the kind of man he truly is. It’s a reminder of all my past wrong choices when it comes to the men I’ve dated.
“I’ve never been more sure, Finn,” I assure him.
Flashing me his handsome smile, he carefully tucks me inside and closes the door, before walking around to the driver’s side.
The drive back to Hudson is filled with him gently rubbing his thumb over the palm of my hand, triggering my eyes to flutter shut. It’s such a gentle touch, but it feels so intimate.
When he pulls into a space behind the bakery, I feel the nervous energy kick in once more.
Standing at his side, he slides the key into the deadbolt and with a twist, he pushes open the door. Just inside there is a stairway leading up to a landing with another door at the top.
“It’s small,” he says as he guides me up the stairs. “But I do have my eyes on a house in town.”
I glance back over my shoulder and smile at him. “Oh really?”
“We’ll see.” He shrugs like it’s no big deal. “I’ll have to show you,” he adds and those damn butterflies take flight in my belly. “My dad calls it the perfect family home.”
“You have a family I don’t know about?” I tease as we reach the landing.
“Not yet.” He turns me around, my back now pressed to the door at the top. “Lately I’ve been thinking about a lot of things.”
“What kinds of things?” I ask as he smiles.
“Things, Soph.” He kisses me softly. “Lots and lots of things.”
My entire body feels like it’s on fire, like every single touch triggers a heat that melts me again and again.
Finn takes his time, kissing along my neck, my chest, before going lower. He teases and taunts, driving me out of my mind with the desire for more. I know he is fully aware of what he is doing. The way he builds me up, then drags it out.
“Finn,” I whisper his name when he licks along my inner thigh, by hips bucking as if to chase him as he once again pulls back.
Smiling, he looks up at me, obviously very pleased with himself.
“What do you need, Sophie?”
“You,” I confess, my quiet nature long gone.
Again he kisses and licks along my lower stomach, dipping dangerously low, before retreating once more.
“Tell me where you need me, baby.”
“Here,” I say, dragging my hand over my wetness and he growls. Obviously he’s as surprised with my action as I am.
“Show me,” he says, his eyes now focused on my hand.
I dip my finger inside, and he bites his lip, never once looking away. “Fuck babe, that’s hot.”
Closing my eyes I get lost in the feeling and in the erotic moment, knowing he’s watching my every move. I’ve never done anything like this before. Never wanted, and never had a guy that gave me the confidence to act out what I feel.
If I am being honest, I’ve never felt the things I feel with Finn with any other man.
Placing his hand over mine, he pulls my hand back and sucks on the finger I just had inside me. I swear I almost fall apart right then and there.
But before I can say a word, his mouth shifts and he is on me. Sucking and tasting me, replacing my finger with his own. Like a starving man he is completely focused on me, driving me higher and higher.
With my eyes closed and my back arched, I grip his hair and ride out the pleasure. The buildup has been intense, and when I hit that peak, Finn holds my hips, continuing to feast.
“Yes.” I let go of my hold on him, gripping the sheets tight. “Oh my God, yes!” I scream, my hips shifting as my entire body trembles.