Chapter 18 #3
“I know.” He kissed her, released the clasp on her bra and looked down in time to watch it fall away, revealing her gorgeous breasts to him.
“One night. I heard you. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want so much more than one night.
” Before she could respond or object, he kissed her again, this time with more serious intent while allowing his hands to roam over her delicious curves.
He cupped her firm ass and pulled her in tighter against the hard length of his erection, moving against her as he kissed her.
The press of her breasts against his chest had him gasping. If being around her had left him feeling electrified, being naked with her had him completely captivated.
Finn needed to slow things down, to find some semblance of control, so he put his arms around her and held on tight for a few critical minutes, focusing on breathing.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m so much better than okay.” Lowering her to the bed, Finn hovered over her, taking in the sight of gorgeous skin, the ink, the tight nipples and flat belly.
“You’re a fucking goddess, Chloe.” He wanted to kiss her everywhere, but started with her collarbones, moving to the deep valley between her breasts and down to her belly.
Her hands tunneled into his hair, and her hips came off the bed, seeking him.
Cupping her breasts, he skimmed his tongue over her left nipple before drawing it deep into his mouth.
Her sharp cry of pleasure made him crazy for more.
Before this, he would’ve said of course he’d experienced real desire, but he would’ve been wrong.
This was the real thing, and it was nothing like anything that had happened to him before.
He focused exclusively on her, moving to her right nipple and then kissing his way down the front of her until he hovered over her core.
All he could think about was giving her so much pleasure that she pleaded with him for more than just tonight.
A pipe dream, maybe, but it was worth trying.
He already knew that if this was all they ever had, the memories of this night would haunt him forever.
Tugging on the silk that covered her, he finally bared her completely.
His heart jolted in a way that would’ve concerned him at any other time.
He arranged her feet on the edge of the mattress and gently pushed them apart.
As he leaned in, he noticed yet another small tattoo, a tiny flower right above the small patch of hair between her legs.
He kissed the flower and then dropped to his knees to kiss the rest of her.
“Finn…” She sounded nervous, hesitant.
He couldn’t have that. “Relax, sweetheart. Let me love you.” Opening her to his tongue, he set out to ruin her for all other men.
Nothing had ever been more important to him than what would happen tonight in this bed.
If she still walked away, at least he would know he’d done everything he could to show her how incredible they could be together.
With his fingers and tongue, he stroked, caressed and sucked, keeping it up until she screamed her way through the first of what he hoped would be many orgasms. Moving quickly, he found a condom in his wallet, rolled it on and pushed into her, riding the last waves of her release.
Oh God… Oh my God. Hot, wet, tight. This has to be what heaven feels like.
Her hands on his ass pulling him deeper into her body were nearly his undoing.
With one deep thrust, he buried himself inside her and then froze when she cried out in pain. He immediately recognized the difference and withdrew. “What hurts?”
“My hip.” Her face flushed with embarrassment. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be. Should we try it another way?”
“No, it’s okay this way. Just go slow.”
“I can do that.” He moved into her again, watching her closely for any signs of distress and, not seeing any, held still, waiting for her to catch up to him. “Is this okay?”
“It’s so good.”
“Stop me if it hurts?”
She nodded, and when her lips parted, he leaned in to kiss her, wanting to be connected to her in every possible way.
If only he could stay connected to her in every possible way—forever—he would never want for anything or anyone else.
One minute inside her, and he got why his brother had lost his mind over Nikki, why his cousins were so slavishly devoted to their wives.
If it was like this for them, he understood it now.
He would do anything, anything at all, to hold on to her forever now that he’d found her.
“Chloe,” he said, sounding as breathless as he felt, “you feel so good.”
“So do you.”
They moved together like they’d been doing this for years, but all the while, he watched for signs of discomfort.
He wanted this to be as perfect for her as it was for him.
He wanted it to go on forever, but when he felt her internal muscles clamp down on him, he reached between them to give her the push she needed.
She exploded, crying out and clawing at his back as he rode the waves of her climax straight into his own, the pleasure so sharp and all-consuming, he nearly passed out.
Holy. Shit.
As he came down on top of her, careful not to crush her, his mind raced with plans, scenarios, possibilities. He would do whatever it took to keep her right here in his arms where she belonged. If he lost her now, he’d never survive it.