Chapter 33
Vee
“Armani,” I said, reading the tag of Fin’s sport coat. “Nice.” I folded it and laid it on one of the living room chairs.
Fin came toward me in one stride or maybe it was two. His arm again snaked around my waist, pulling my hips to his, and making my back arch to see his face. “If I take that dress off you, will I find a designer label?”
“I don’t know,” I answered honestly. “I buy what I like. I’m not into name brands.”
“But you buy them.”
“I do, if I like the style.”
He took a step back and lifted my arm, spinning me like a jewelry-box ballerina. “You’re stunning in this dress. The green makes your eyes pop.” He trailed his finger from my collarbone down to the deep V of the neckline, his touch tending the flames of his earlier kiss.
My breathing shallowed.
Fin’s smile and deep tenor were added fuel. “I’m a fan of no bra.” He quirked his eyebrows. “I don’t see a zipper. How do I free you from all this material?”
“Do you think we’re moving too fast?”
“No, Vee. I threw this pass fourteen years ago. It was intercepted. I finally have the ball back. It’s not too fast.”
I reached for his hand and led him down the hallway to my bedroom. “It goes over my head or I step out.”
Fin’s smile grew. “Step out. I want to watch.”
Warmth blossomed on my cheeks. “You want me to strip?”
“I didn’t put it like that, but yeah.”
“Fin…”
He stepped back and after spotting a chair near the windows, a place I enjoyed sitting when I read, he sat down, spread his legs, and leaned back. “I’m waiting.”
Oh my God.
Swallowing, I let the world beyond our bubble disappear.
It was only Fin and me.
My breathing deepened as I closed my eyes and imagined music playing.
Slowly, I began to sway, lifting my arms, my hips moving from side to side.
I nudged the shoulders of the dress over my shoulders, spinning, swaying.
As I pulled on the cuffed sleeves, the dress continued to lower, until my breasts were exposed.
Opening my eyes, I felt Fin’s gaze. The intensity and air-conditioned air caused my hard nipples to morph to diamond hardness.
His baritone phrase encouraged me. “Fuck yeah.”
I spun again as he’d done to me in the living room. Wiggling and swaying, I pushed the mini-dress lining over my hips. The green chiffon fell to the floor. With only my panties, I continued to sway.
The crook of his finger bid me closer.
The combined twisting in my lower stomach, flooding of my core, and heaviness of my breasts was new and old at the same time. I hadn’t felt this sexy or adored since…since Fin.
A memory came back, one I’d sealed away.
I lowered myself to my hands and knees and crawled toward Fin.
“Fuck,” he growled, his tone a low rumble of thunder.
I kneeled between his spread thighs. His erection was evident. Slowly, I moved my eyes upward. “How was that?”
“Fucking fantastic.”
My tongue darted to my lips. “I want to suck you.”
“Jesus, Vee.” He offered me his hand.
We stood.
“I don’t as a rule turn down a blow job. But I want my cock in your pussy before it goes in your mouth.”
I reached forward, touching his erection through his pants.
Fin seized my wrist. “I’m in control, remember?”
If he were any other man I’d ever been with, that statement would have been met with a resounding no and possibly a slap. Fin wasn’t any other man. His reminder made my stomach do flip-flops and my insides turn to molten goo.
“I remember.”
His lips came down hard on mine and my body melted against him, giving myself to his pleasures because in doing so, I knew I’d be rewarded with ecstasy like I’d only known with him.
Fin scanned my bedroom. “Come here.”
He led me to the window. Beyond the panes, the sky had darkened. Streetlights illuminated circles on the sidewalk below. “Turn around, Vee. Face the window.”
I hesitated, not because I didn’t trust him, but because it was a window.
Fin’s warm breath skirted over my neck and collarbone. “No one will see you. From the outside the windows are mirrors. I looked before I entered the building. Trust me.”
Facing the windows, I lifted my hands to the cool, smooth surface.
“Keep looking straight ahead and don’t move those hands.”
Goose bumps covered my arms and legs as Fin reached for the waistband of my panties and pulled them down. Anticipation twisted my insides as I heard the click of Fin’s belt buckle and the sound of his zipper.
I gasped as his large hands seized my hips and his foot spread my legs.
Looking down, I saw his leather loafers and the hem of his pants. I craned my neck to the side, catching a glimpse of Fin’s handsome face. Concentration showed in small lines near his eyes as he stared down at my bare ass.
Oh God.
His arm was moving, stroking his cock.
I longed to turn to see what he was doing.
“Tell me you’re wet.”
I nodded. “I am.”
Fin pulled my ass toward him. His touch found my folds and his finger plunged within me.
“You’re soaked, Vee. Tell me to stop.”
My core clamped down on his long finger.
“Don’t stop. I trust you.”
Shamelessly, I moved to his rhythm, my knees bending. As his thumb found my clit, I shrieked. Electricity surged through me, detonating nerve endings and filling my circulation with endorphins.
As we became one, my back arched and a scream tore from my throat, echoing around us. His grip of my hips kept me vertical. I bit my lip as Fin filled me, pressing even deeper. The pressure and fullness felt good, better than good, better than I ever remembered.
Fin stilled.
“Fuck,” he growled. “They say we build things up in our minds. We exaggerate reality in memories. It’s a fucking lie. Being with you, Vee, it’s better than I remember.”
While I agreed, words were beyond my current capabilities. My breasts heaved as I panted heated breaths onto the glass, covering it with fog.
Fin’s grip intensified as he thrust faster. The aftershocks sent seismic reverberations from my core to my toes. He fisted my hair as the twisting inside me reached a fevered pitch. His touch roamed, tweaking my hard nipples, and moving lower, swirling my clit.
His lips whispered his adoration between kisses, licks, and nips.
I was on sensory overload as my body began to quake.
We both came together.
My forehead fell to the cool glass as my knees weakened.
Fin broke our connection, spun me around and picked me up, cradling me to his wide chest. He laid me down on the bed I’d left unmade and sat on the edge of the mattress. When his eyes met mine, he teased loose tendrils of hair away from my face. “I never stopped loving you, Vee.”
I ran my fingers over his shirt. Fin was still dressed and I was a nude ragdoll. “You need to even the dressed situation.”
His smile curled. “I’m a fan of the power play.”
“Me too. You’ve made it. Now let’s level the playing field.”
“If I get in that bed with you, we’re going into overtime.”
My cheeks rose. “Good.”
After removing his clothes, Fin crawled into the bed at my side. Wrapping his arm around me, he pulled me close to his warm side. “Fuck, Vee. I can’t believe we’re here, like this.”
“That…that was…” Amazing. “You’re right about memories. You just blew every memory of mine away.”