Chapter 32
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Sophie
I pace the living room, stopping every so often to peek out the front window. My nerves are running around like little ping-pong balls in a hurricane. I can’t think straight.
When I hear a light knock on the front door I run, tripping over the edge of the rug and practically face-planting into the door.
With a quick regrouping, I open it and stare at Finn on the opposite side.
He has his hands pushed down into his front pockets, his feet slightly apart, and as he rocks back on his heels he lifts his gaze to meet mine.
I am on pins and needles, my heart racing as I wait.
A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth and emotions hit me hard. Tears pool in my eyes as he pulls his hands free and steps close. Cupping my face in his hands he brings his lips to mine and I grip his shirt tightly allowing him to show me everything he is feeling.
I know this is hard, I know it’s been a tremendously difficult trip for him and his parents.
I also know that Finn has had trouble processing everything from the start.
But lately I’ve begun seeing a side of him I didn’t know existed.
An emotionally invested side and the man, he feels everything so deep.
“I love you.” He says this with his mouth pressed to mine hard.
“It’s fast, I know, and unexpected and I’m not just saying it because of what’s happened.
I am saying it because I need you to know it.
I need you to understand that I’ve loved you far longer than since you and I became a thing but now I am in love with you.
You have no idea what you’ve done for me, no idea how you managed to pull me up when I didn’t know I needed it.
You rescued me when I had no idea I was struggling.
You saved me, Sophie,” he whispers, “you save me.”
Slowly he drags his hand down, over my shoulders, along my sides and around my waist. Cupping my butt he lifts and I go with ease. With no effort at all, he holds me as I wrap my legs around his waist.
“I regret not coming for you sooner,” he confesses. “All this time, time you spent with men that didn’t deserve you. I want to be the man you deserve, Soph. I don’t ever want you to struggle again.”
My heart is melted, my chest is tight.
“I’m sorry it took this long for me to come for you.”
I cup his face, pulling him in for another kiss. I can’t speak, the words feel as though they are lodged in my throat. So many things are running through my mind, so many thoughts and dreams and at this point I have no idea how to get them all out.
So instead, I get lost in him, letting Finn slowly heal the ache I feel inside.
Still holding me he begins to walk down the hallway until we are just outside my door.
He pauses, passing my back to the wall, seeing me deeply.
His tongue dances with mine, his hands still holding me securely.
He pushes forward and I can feel his hardness pressing against me.
He shifts, and I gasp, giving him the chance to pull back and watch my reaction.
“You are so beautiful,” he says as he leans in to kiss me once again before continuing on into my bedroom.
Lowering me to the bed, he grips the back of his shirt and pulls it up and over his head, tossing it to the floor. Watching him, he brings his hands to his buckle, slowing undoing the clasp before moving on to his jeans.
I am in awe as I carefully start to do the same.
First my shirt, then my pants, both joining the pile now accumulating on my bedroom floor.
Climbing onto the mattress, he positions himself between my legs and again kisses me. Gently at first, then he nibbles on my lower lip and I part them. His tongue tastes my lower lip, as if to soothe the spot he’d just nibbled.
Very little separating us, he continues to shift against me and I do the same, triggering a moan to fall from his lips.
His hand glides over my thigh and toys with the edge of my panties. Dragging his finger over me, I arch my back just as he dips a finger inside, feeling how turned on I am.
Of course he smiles, knowing how deeply he affects me.
I am hungry for him. I was from the start and now that I’ve had his touch it’s only gotten more intense.
I’ve never been touched like he touches me.
I’ve never had a man take his time to ensure I know he enjoys me as much as I him.
But with Finn it’s not a race, it’s a marathon and he paces himself.
His goal is that we are both completely satisfied and exhausted in the end.
He explores, though he’s traveled those roads before, he acts as if it’s the first time every time.
There is such an emotional connection. So I don’t even stop him when I feel him push inside me. I don’t even care that we don’t take the time to grab a condom. I know who he is, and I am protected. I know we are safe, and I want to feel him.
A deep growl rises through him when he is fully seated. His forehead resting on my shoulder, he moves ever so slightly. Just a gradual pump, one that is driving me crazy with need. But I give it to him, I let him torture me, knowing that it’s only a matter of time until he needs more.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he confesses, cupping my face and kissing me as his movements increase. “You feel so good, Sophie.” His words sound hoarse. “So perfect.”
“Yes,” I gasp when he pushes in deep and pulls back only to repeat the motion.
The familiar heat builds in my stomach.
“Is this okay?” he asks as I know he is referring to the fact that we missed a step. I nod and he holds my stare, while moving inside me. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” I tell him. “I know who you are.”
“And I know who you are,” he says, kissing me, “you’re mine.”
I close my eyes, feeling my emotions take over.
“And I’m yours,” he adds and I can no longer hold back. I cup his face, open my eyes, and tell him what I should have earlier. “I love you too.”
Something shifts in him, a gentleness as he slows his movements, dragging out each shift of his hips. We watch each other as I tilt my hips and take him in over and over again.
And together we fall apart, together we heal.
As we reach our peak and he whispers my name near my ear neither of us are aware of anything around us.
But as we are coming down, there is a slam of a door and we both look at my now shut bedroom door. “Are you two serious right now?” Jillian hollers out. “No one, me for example, wants to see that!”
I cover my face using Finn’s chest and he simply chuckles. It’s a sound I love.
“Oops,” he says as I look up at him. Using his finger to push the hair back from my face he kisses me. “Apparently we forgot to close the door.”
“She saw your ass,” I tell him with a laugh. “But it is a really cute ass.”
“Cute?”
“Yes, cute,” I taunt and shift, and I am reminded of our still compromising position. I moan, his jaw flexes, and he pushes forward. “I don’t have anywhere else I want to be but here.”
“Me neither,” I confess as he lowers his lips to mine, kissing me once again.
“Good,” he whispers, before deepening our kiss and for the rest of the night and well into the morning we celebrate in our own way.