Chapter 20
Sam
The walk back to Finn’s hotel was a blur.
Faces, stores, snow, that’s all she could remember.
Someone called out good luck and she laughed wondering how on earth they knew what she was about to do.
Then she laughed again because of course they didn’t know that she was about to rip the clothes off Finn Bradley’s fine body, run her hands over every inch of him while she lost her mind.
All she could think of was how he’d held her in the shower, how he’d devoured her as if he’d been starved of her all his life, and how she wanted to do the same for him.
Her heart pounded as they stood in the elevator. He held her hand, caressing the back of it with his thumb as they waited for their floor, and she could sense his frustration that they had to share the lift with another couple.
Within minutes they were in his suite. The door had barely clicked shut behind them before Sam was in his arms again, kissing him deeply while her fingers fumbled with his shirt buttons.
He pulled her jacket roughly down her shoulders, breaking their kiss only long enough to fling it away.
His hands were everywhere—in her hair, on her throat—rough and desperate.
They ran down her sides, making her shiver and press against him.
With his hands tight on her waist, he backed her carefully against the wall, steadying her against it as she gasped for air.
“God, Sam.” His breath was ragged as he tore his shirt off.
Tossing it aside he groaned. His eyes were the darkest she’d ever seen—there was a hunger there that took her breath away.
She gasped. This Finn—shirtless, hair tousled, his usually sunny face replaced by something fierce and serious—had no idea how undone he was making her.
Sam stepped back. The crease between his eyes deepened, telling her that he wasn’t playing games.
He was going to ruin her. She raised her chin and hoped that he would.
“What do you want?” his voice was low, lethal. He stepped away from her, leaving her aching for his touch.
Blinking, Sam dragged her eyes away from his low-slung gray sweatpants and the deep V of muscle at his hips, acutely aware of how her pulse thudded in places that she yearned for his touch. She blinked again and cleared her throat. Helplessly, she said, “I don’t know …”
He reached for her, sliding his hand around her shoulders to cradle the back of her neck, dragging her toward him. “You don’t have to,” he rasped, his breath hot against her ear. “I’m fine figuring out every goddamn thing that you need.”
Sam’s heart hammered in her ribs. Her eyes devoured him, the stubble on his jaw, the tension in his shoulders. He looked so strong, virile and completely unlike his normal soft, funny self. “Finn?”
“Yeah.” He pulled back just enough to see her, his hands cradling her like she was something precious.
She slid her hands up his bare chest, feeling the frantic thrum of his heartbeat in his throat. She smiled, a small but sure thing, filled with honesty.
“I don’t want you to figure it out alone,” she whispered.
He stilled, his arms tightening, flexing in the dim light.
“I want us to do it together,” she breathed. “Every last messy, scary, stupid thing. With you.”
A harsh, broken sound ripped from Finn’s throat—half laugh, half groan.
Then he was kissing her again, but slower.
Tender. Deep. Like he was memorizing the taste of her, binding her onto his very soul.
He broke away, leaning his head on her shoulder, his bare chest rising and falling in uneven breaths.
“I love you, Sam,” he whispered hoarsely against her skin.
His words made Sam shiver. Her pulse pounded in her throat.
Finn didn’t speak. He raised his head; his gaze locked on hers.
Sam’s breath hitched. “I love you too, so damn much.”
Finn closed his eyes.
Sam had barely time to process the emotion that swept across his face.
One second, she was standing before him, every cell in her body screaming at her to move—to touch him.
Every heartbeat ringing in her ears, every muscle in her body weakening under the moment.
The next his bare chest was warm against her palms as he pressed her back against the wall.
His hands, familiar and strong, ran up her arms, rested on her collarbones for a moment before tilting her face up to his.
“Say it again,” he murmured, his voice low and rough.
Sam swallowed hard. She whispered, “I love you.”
A muscle ticked in Finn’s jaw; his eyes darkened. His hands cradled her face; his thumb swept across her cheek. He laid his forehead against hers, his breath warm and minty as he whispered, “Sam, is this real?”
Before she could answer, his mouth was on hers, hot and hungry, taking her without hesitation.
Sam groaned against his insistent lips. Finn deepened the kiss, as if he was reclaiming something he’d lost, something he refused to lose again.
His body was solid against hers, heat radiating from his skin through her shirt, sending shivers down her spine.
She melted against him, her hands skimming over the hard planes of his chest, nails digging in just enough to make him growl with pleasure. He liked that. Good, she needed him to feel what she was feeling, how much she wanted him—how much she’d always wanted him.
He broke away from their kiss as her hands grasped the waistband of his sweatpants. His hands pulling hers away as his cock pressed hard against her belly. “Say it again.” He grasped her wrists tightly while leaning deeper, harder against her. “I like how you say it.”
“I love you, Finn. I want you.” Sam pushed back against him, willing him to understand how much she wanted this. Her eyes strong on his. “Finn.”
He let go of her wrists, his mouth tantalizingly close to hers. “You’re mine, Sam,” he breathed raggedly. “It’s always been you. Even when I tried to let you go, I couldn’t.”
Sam pulled him to her. She clung to him, her fingers threading through his hair, her entire body melting into his.
Finn swept an arm around her waist, lifting her just enough that she had no choice but to wrap her legs around him, gasping as his cock, hard and rigid, pressed against her most intimate parts.
She looked down into his face as he carried her upstairs to his room.
“Sam,” he said, staring up at her with a heat that made her skin tingle as if she was already naked. “I see you. I want to see all of you. Tonight, and every night. Forever.”
The door slammed shut behind them.
Finn carried her across the lamplit room in a heartbeat, his hands holding her ass, his mouth on hers.
They tumbled onto the bed, his hands reaching under her shirt as if he was desperate to touch her skin.
Sam arched her back as his fingers found her nipples, coaxing them into stiff peaks beneath the silkiness of her bra.
His touch was everything she’d ever wanted, and now it was almost too much.
Grasping a handful of his hair, she moaned into his neck as he kissed and caressed her.
Her body pulsed as they ground against each other.
Eager to have his skin on hers, she pushed him away, fumbling with her shirt buttons as he kissed her neck, sucking and nipping at the tender spot beneath her ear until she groaned and hastily pulled the shirt open, not caring that two buttons flew across the room.
His hands scorched against her waist as she pushed him to lie back on the bed, his eyes drinking her in as she stood up to tear her pants off.
For a moment she stood still, unable to believe they were doing this.
Leaning up on his elbows, he raised an eyebrow at her and her stomach flipped.
“You okay?” he asked, his eyes roaming down her body. Sam caught a movement in his sweatpants. She nodded, breathless, her eyes taking him all in as she reached for his waistband.
His quick intake of breath as she tugged down his sweatpants made her heart race. He kept watching her as she climbed on top of him, her long lean thighs straddling his waist while his hard cock pulsed against her softness.
“I’m okay,” she said, loving how his hands felt on her waist, her ass, slipping into her panties and pulling at them gently. His hands moved back to her waist, grasping her tightly.
“You feel incredible,” he groaned as she ground down on his thick length. “Christ, Sam.” He grabbed her more tightly then in a flash she was beneath him, his full body—hard and urgent—pressed her into the mattress in the most intoxicating way.
His lips ghosted kisses along her jaw, down her throat, his strong legs nudging hers apart. “Tell me,” he murmured. “Is this what you want?”
“I don’t want anything else.” Sam scraped her nails across his shoulders, arching her back as his mouth, fevered and wet, traced kisses down her neck and to her breast. She slipped her bra straps down, as he reached behind her to unhook it.
His tongue rasped against her nipple, sucking and biting gently while his fingers tugged her panties off.
He touched her lower belly, his eyes darkening as she sucked her breath in.