CHAPTER 13
Finn
Josie’s little bungalow is lit up like a warm hug against the waning dusk.
I worked so hard all my life to accumulate my money so that I would never know the poverty I grew up in and so that I could forget about sleeping on the streets.
But whenever I’ve referenced my big house on the Sound, it’s always just been “a house.”
“Come over to my house for a cookout,” I’d say to Marcus or, “I’m having that delivered to my house,” I’d say to someone else.
But looking at the small abode where Josie lives, the first word that comes to mind is home and that has nothing to do with the square footage, but rather who’s standing inside.
I shake my head, somewhat disturbed by such notions, because I don’t consider myself to be overly soft in that way.
Still… I can’t deny the pull I’m feeling to the very concept of such normalcy.
I ring the bell and my heartbeat quickens as I see her coming through the frosted glass insets of her front door.
And there she is, in a dress so provocative, feminine and sexy that my mouth goes dry.
It crosses my mind only briefly, the smell of garlic and rosemary, but that dress. It plunges in the front and I can see the outline of her legs through the sheer material backlit by the living room lamps.
“Hi,” she says.
I do not say hi back. Words are frozen in my throat and my chest is constricted.
Instead, I step inside and close the door behind me. Josie’s expression turns wary for all of two seconds before I pull her into me by the nape of her neck. My mouth crashes onto hers before either of us has worked out whether this is the kind of greeting we should be having.
She makes a small sound, almost a purr, and my entire body ignites.
We’ve been apart for less than twelve hours and it’s boggling to me how I can be this starved for something.
Josie’s hand goes to my jacket, mine down to cup an ass cheek. Floating in the back of my brain is the notion she’s put a lot of work into whatever smells so delicious, but the dinner’s going to wait.
She doesn’t say anything about it when I back her against the wall in her foyer. She’s breathing fast and her hands are working to get my coat past my shoulders. I help her by shrugging it off, then run my hand up the outside of her leg, dragging all that see-through material up with it.
My mouth hits her neck and I manage one word. “Bedroom.”
“Down the hall,” she gasps as I nip at her skin with my teeth. “Last door. We’ve got twenty minutes before the roast will burn.”
I bend at the waist, haul her up and over my shoulder and grin at the small squeak of surprise she makes before laughing huskily.
Josie’s bedroom is at the rear of the bungalow, simply furnished with a queen bed covered in a white duvet. There’s a window facing what I’m guessing is the backyard, but the shade is pulled down. A bedside lamp has the room in a soft glow.
I walk straight to the bed and deposit her on it, coming down right on top of her. My mouth is back on hers before she has the chance to draw breath, and I’m kissing her with what seems like zero finesse due to the hunger I have for this woman.
Her tongue is in my mouth, warm and insistently seeking mine. Hands are everywhere and nowhere in particular. Josie’s hips come up off the bed, seeking contact, and when she rubs against my thickening cock, I about lose my mind.
She’s as lost to the fury of lust as I am, and every place her body touches mine is a place that has been waiting an eternity to feel this.
We roll to our sides and my hand once again finds the hem of her skirt to move it up her thigh.
Her skin is warm and smooth, and she smells like jasmine and sunshine.
I skim under the material, up over the curve of her ass, which is bare until my fingers pluck the top of her G-string.
My finger traces down in between the valley of her cheeks, causing her to groan and rotate her hips.
I’m nearly frantic with need so I roll her, push her flat to her back.
Josie looks up at me with pinkened cheeks and swollen lips, and I have, in this moment, exactly one thought in my head. It’s pure and base, and all I want to know is how to get her naked as fast as possible. “I used to be better at this,” I mutter as my eyes roam over her.
She laughs once, softly, and her hands move to a string tie at her hip I hadn’t noticed. She pulls it free and I see the dress is a wrap. She’s like a fucking present and I pull the material back to reveal the gift underneath.
Josie’s all golden skin and full breasts with pebbled nipples. I drag a knuckle across one, enjoying the gasp of pleasure before lowering my mouth to it.
I work it with my tongue, pull at the bud with my mouth, and the sounds I elicit from her will live rent free in my head forever.
I realize that I have on too many clothes and slide from the bed to remedy the situation. Making the mistake of looking at her halfway through the process, I’m immediately entranced by the picture before me.
Josie’s face is flushed and her hair is fanned out on the duvet.
One of her arms is raised above her head against the pillow, the other bent at the elbow.
Her hand near her mouth, two fingers resting against her lower lip in a way that’s coy and sexy at the same time.
She stares at me with a steadiness that’s almost frightening in its power.
“Jesus, Josie.”
“What?” she whispers.
“I don’t have a starting point,” I admit. “I don’t even know what to do with you.”
She lowers her hand from her mouth, drags a fingertip straight down the middle of her chest, across her abdomen and hovers at her belly button. “How about start between my legs.”
My cock goes ramrod stiff at her bold request and my mouth waters. I yank off the rest of my clothes and then drag her by her ankles to the edge of the mattress. Her legs fall apart for me wantonly and I take in the blush pink G-string covering her pussy.
I kneel on the floor, press my mouth against the lace, and exhale hot through the fabric. The heat goes through the lace into her and her hips punch upward in silent demand.
Chuckling, I slide the panties from Josie’s body and open her with my hands, then put my mouth on her without slowing down.
There’s no version of finesse in what I’m doing…
working her with my mouth the way she asked me to.
Josie comes faster than I expect, her thighs locking around my head but not tight enough to bother.
I work her through it, keeping my mouth on her until she melts back into the mattress with a breathy sigh. “More.”
It’s the best word I have ever heard and I’m diving into my discarded jeans for my wallet, wherein I pull out one of three condoms I’d tucked in before coming here.
I put one knee on the mattress only to have Josie snatch the packet from my hand. She tears the foil open with her teeth and it’s so beautifully savage.
Before she can do anything with the condom, I take her face in both my hands and I kiss her. “Hey.”
“Hey what?” she asks, teeth flashing in a playful smile before she pulls her bottom lip between them.
“I didn’t go a single hour today without thinking about you. Is that weird?”
Her eyes lighten to a pale aquamarine, shimmering with a softness that hits me in the chest. “Not so weird. It’s been a problem for me too.”
I hold her gaze. “It’s a problem I don’t mind having.”
“Yeah… I don’t mind it either.” Her hand goes to my shaft and she rolls the condom on, squeezing at the tip. She leans in, her mouth at the base of my throat and whispers, “Fuck me, Finn.”
A primal need tears through me, a reaction I’m quite positive she was trying to provoke. I push Josie down onto the duvet and come down over her. My palms go to the backs of her knees and I spread her wide. I line up and push into her in one slow continuous motion until I am as deep as I can go.
She makes a strangled sound when I bottom out against her, eyes rolling into the back of her head. “God… Finn…”
I don’t move.
Don’t think I can without losing control. I just put myself inside her and I need a minute to calm down… to keep myself from coming at the first stroke. I’m going to take a minute to look at the loveliness of her face, those shimmering eyes, those cute freckles that make her adorably fuckable.
Josie lifts her arms, laces her hands behind my neck and pulls me down to her so that her mouth finds mine.
I’m distracted by the kiss, her tongue, and I’m able to move…
just the smallest motion and still call it actually fucking her.
We kiss while I work slowly, building incrementally as our breathing gets shorter and louder.
When the kiss has to break because we need air, I drop my face and press my cheek against hers.
My hips continue to work and since my mouth is at her ear, I whisper dirty things.
Josie responds by digging her nails into my ass and then I’m no longer being careful.
“I need…,” she gasps.
I tunnel into her harder and she utters a small, animalistic sound every time I do it.
“I need…,” she says again.
“What do you need?” I grunt with a particularly hard thrust.
Josie shakes her head, thrashes it, as if she can’t formulate the thought necessary to convey her needs.
I take a guess, rearing and bringing her ankles up to my shoulders.
I slam in at the new angle and Josie shrieks in pleasure. “Yes, yes, yes.”
I look down at the place where we’re joined and the sight of its pornographic but also so beautifully intimate. I don’t try to reconcile how it can be both at the same time and instead just throw myself deeper into her.
“More, Finn. Don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” I hiss between my teeth.
The pace gets brutal. The headboard hits the wall behind her and Josie starts muttering words that I think might be a prayer of some sort.
I’m so fucking close and I can feel the orgasm gathering at the base of my spine.
“Are you close?” I grunt in between thrusts.
“Close. Not… close enough.”
I pull out of her and Josie cries in disbelief as I drop her legs from my shoulders.
“Finn—”
Her words strangle dead silent as I push down her body and shove my tongue inside of her for one beat before bringing my lips to her clit.
Josie nearly screams, her hands gripping my head, and I lash at her hard with my tongue.
It doesn’t take long, maybe four or five strokes and one long hard suck and her orgasm overtakes her. I can tell by the way her body stiffens and the sound she makes in her chest, but I’m already moving.
I move up her body, grab her right leg and raise it to my shoulder before sinking into her again. I’m straddling her left leg, angling her body for a new level of penetration that has me practically seeing stars.
I’m fucking Josie with my full weight now and she eggs me on.
“More.”
“Harder.”
“Finn… please…”
Every thrust feels like it leaves a piece of me inside her and it hits me from nowhere.
My orgasm devastates, hitting me so hard my brain goes white…
completely blank for a second… before pleasure steamrolls through me.
My fist grabs the duvet, closes so tight my fingers go numb and I groan out my release as my hips continue to hammer at her.
I come for what feels like an eternity and when I’m empty, I gently lower her leg before collapsing onto Josie’s body.
My forehead rests on her collarbone and I’m unable to move. “Christ, Josie.”
“Mmm.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah.”
I breathe against her warm skin and almost start purring as her fingers wind their way into my hair to massage my scalp. Somewhere behind my closed eyelids, I think that no woman in my history has ever ruined me quite this efficiently.
I push up just enough to look at her and find her smiling at me.
“Hi,” she says softly.
“Hi.” I manage a soft kiss to her mouth. “You good?”
“I’m so good,” she purrs. “Was that… okay?”
I don’t answer her, unsure if I really heard her correctly. But I see the honest curiosity on her face, from a woman who clearly has no clue the power she has over me. “Are you serious?” I ask.
“Yeah…”
“Are you fucking serious?” I ask again, dipping my face closer to hers.
Josie laughs and I get my arms under her, roll us both so she ends up on top of me, my arms locked around her waist.
Josie folds her arms on my chest, rests her chin there and looks down at me. A lock of her hair falls forward, covering one eye, and her cheeks are flushed. “I hope the pork roast didn’t burn.”
“I don’t smell anything on fire,” I say hopefully.
“It’s probably fine, but I think if the house was burning down, we wouldn’t have noticed.”
“I should feel guilty,” I muse. “Possibly ruining the dinner you worked hard on.”
“And?” she inquires coyly.
I lift my eyes to the ceiling, pretending to consider the question, before saying, “Nope. No guilt. Ten out of ten recommend that type of sex over eating.”
“We should probably do that again before you leave then, huh?”
I sweep my hands down her back, bring them to rest on her ass. “For sure one more time tonight, and probably in the morning too.”
She lifts a golden eyebrow. “You’re staying the night?”
“Damn straight I am.” I laugh.
I think about staying in her bed. Yeah, there’s going to be more sex, but I’m also looking forward to holding her tonight.
I think about Mikhail and Voronin and the upcoming run Marcus and Connie will be doing.
I think about the fact that I’m supposed to be at the gallery by ten tomorrow because there’s a London auction house calling, but more importantly, I think about what I’m going to make her for breakfast after we wake up.
All of it seems like pieces of my life puzzle fitting together.