Chapter Twenty-Five #2
She’s the one to close the last gap between them, the one to take his mouth in hers. Her arms wind around his neck, and his hands come to her waist. His tongue sweeps in, hungry, tender, and she presses herself against him, needing every inch of her against every inch of him.
He draws back, the gray in his eyes storm-cloud dark.
Without a word, he moves his hands from her waist, holds one out for her to take.
Another question. She links her fingers with his, following him upstairs.
Neither of them speaks, but she can feel her heart beat in the back of her throat, a sense of anticipation coiling in the base of her stomach.
She goes into their bedroom first, and he shuts the door with a quiet click.
Then her hands are in his hair, and his mouth is gliding down her throat and oh God, finally.
She closes her eyes and tilts her head back as his mouth nips lightly, humming her approval.
He turns her, moving her so that her back is against the door, then hesitates, pulling back.
He kisses the corner of her mouth, featherlight. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
She runs her hands up his back, feeling solid muscle beneath his shirt, muscle built from all that work he does in houses, rather than hours at the gym.
“Yes,” she says, no trace of doubt.
“Do you think maybe we should—”
She frames his face with her hands. “Don’t,” she whispers.
His gaze meets hers, searching. But she doesn’t want to talk about what this means, what’s in store for the future, whether or not this is a good decision.
She doesn’t want to crash back down to reality, and she doesn’t want to lose this chance to have him one last time.
“Just for tonight, let’s allow ourselves this. ”
She moves her hands, running them over his chest, and he nods.
He kisses her neck, the soft skin under her heart.
Then, finally, her mouth again, and she closes her eyes, losing herself in it.
His calloused hands run up under her top and she shudders with the feel of them, nerve endings firing.
She lifts her hands up, letting him pull her top off her, so that she is there in only her bra.
She sees the way his eyes glaze as his thumb sweeps up the outside curve of her breast, and her whole body lights up.
She tugs at his shirt, helping him to pull it off, and feels relief as she touches him, running her hands up the smooth contours of his chest. His hands move to the back of her thighs and his grip tightens, then he lifts her, pressing her farther against the door.
She hooks her legs around his waist as he bites down on her neck, sweeps his tongue over that spot, tasting salt.
She hears him groan, his fingers tightening their hold, and together they rock against each other.
Need stretches out in every direction as she arches her spine to get more friction against him.
She reaches down for the button on his jeans, but they are pressed too tightly together, and she lets out a frustrated huff.
He laughs, just enough of a dark edge there to make her nipples tighten, and lets go of her thighs, lowering her gently to the floor.
She pushes him back toward the bed, helps him out of his jeans, then strips off her own. He’s already hard, and he shudders as she reaches there, palming him through his boxers. She starts to shove him down onto the bed, ready to straddle him, but he stops her, grabbing her hand and frowning.
“I just realized…” He grimaces. “I don’t have a condom.”
“I’m still on the pill.” She hesitates, her hands on his bare chest, and tilts her head up. “But are you…”
His hand sweeps down her cheek, into her hair. “There’s been no one else, Mel. No one else since you.”
A glorious shiver climbs her thighs, and a sense of relief spreads through her. Six months—and he’s not jumped into the arms of someone else, this man who would have no trouble to do so, if he chose. She reaches up, places a hand on his cheek. “Me neither.”
The green in his eyes sparks, and he runs his hands down her bare stomach, leaving pinpricks of warmth behind.
He shifts, then nudges her onto the bed, knee between her thighs, and keeps moving his hand down, fingers dipping below her underwear, where she’s already wet.
He hisses as he feels it, though he stays slow, his thumb lightly circling her clit.
She reaches up to touch, to pull his boxers off, but he takes both of her hands in one of his, lightly clasping her wrists and holding them above her head.
He kisses his way up her stomach, fingers still there, thumb circling tighter and tighter.
Her muscles clench as she whimpers, the pressure inside her building.
She tries again to move, to touch, but he holds firm.
“If I only get one night,” he whispers against her skin, “I want to take my time to enjoy it.”
Need coils at the promise in his voice, and she groans as he slips a finger inside her, moving against her. He kisses her neck, teeth scraping lightly over the top of her breast. It’s not enough. She arches against him, her breath a whimper in the back of her throat.
“Finn, I need—”
But, as his thumb presses down, she cries out, a wave of pleasure skittering down her spine, the first release tearing through her.
His smile is dark and hungry as he lets go of her wrists, his gaze inky black.
And now he doesn’t stop her as she reaches down, both of them struggling to free themselves of what little clothing remains.
He struggles with the clasp of her bra, swearing in a way that makes her laugh. She manages to get his boxers down.
She reaches between them, thrilling at the feel of him in her hand, and his head bows into her shoulder, his breath released on a hiss.
He flips them, so she is on top of him, and she moves to straddle him, grabbing hold of him once more.
She guides him inside her, just the tip, pausing, then taking him slowly deeper.
She places her hands on his chest, and he grabs her hips.
God, he feels so familiar, so right. Yet somehow it feels different, as if they haven’t done this a thousand times before.
The slowness doesn’t last long. They are both too frantic, too desperate, and Finn flips them again, sweat slicking over their skin as friction engulfs her body in heat. He pins her hands over her head and she bows up to meet him, and in that moment she feels powerful and wanted and right.
“ Fuck, Mel,” he mutters, grinding into her, his fingers tightening.
And he looks at her, then, just looks at her, as if he’s never seen her before, as if he can’t believe she’s there.
And that look is enough to have sensation rushing to her core.
Her muscles pulse, and she swears under her breath as her muscles lock tight, an orgasm rushing through her.
He covers her mouth with his as she starts to cry out with release, swallowing her groan. Then he shudders, pressing his forehead to hers, kissing her one last time. He looks at her for a long while after, like neither of them can bear to break away just yet.
When he does ease away, he pulls her tight to him, stroking a hand down her stomach and resting it there. He kisses her shoulder. “You have no idea how much I missed you, Mel.”
And into the dark, with his arms around her, she whispers, “I’ve missed you too.”