Chapter 31
Chapter Thirty-One
Finch
Frankie kissed her way down the swirls of my tattoos, tracing each pattern with her tongue. She hummed at the taste of me, like I was the most delicious flavor. I’d never hooked up with someone where we were mutually obsessed with each other; it was always skewed to one side. But with Frankie, we were both equally ravenous for each other. Our energy together had created a spark all its own. One I was too afraid to name.
My chest rose and fell in panting heaves. I was still lost to the sensations of our last bout as Frankie mindlessly ran her lips over my skin.
The little noises she made as she kissed across my body were my new favorite sound. I brushed her hair over her shoulder so I could get a better look at her swollen lips as I trailed my fingers down her arm, unable to keep myself from caressing her.
“Look at you,” I said with a smug shake of my head. “Gone is the timid, little bedroom mouse.”
“I’ve had an excellent instructor,” she purred, kissing up my ribs and over the blank spot I was saving for my “work hard, play harder” tattoo.
“You’re a quick study, Goldilocks,” I joked. “You already know exactly what I like.”
She hummed, the feeling vibrating across my flesh and making my skin prickle. “And what exactly do you like?”
You , I thought before I could suppress the idea. Everything about you.
Frankie seemed like an impossible gift from the universe. I’d never felt this kind of familiarity with someone before . . . hadn’t wanted to because I didn’t want things to get complicated. The longer I slept with someone, the more likely they’d catch feelings, and I couldn’t let that happen. No one fit into my life. My puzzle piece was a circle. I’d either neglect them or my animals, and I refused to do either.
But with Frankie . . . It was the best arrangement I’d ever had. My family left me alone, I wasn’t waking up hungover in strangers’ beds, no messy drama with girls who wanted more from me, and nobody’s feelings were going to get hurt in the fall when it all ended. There was no commitment. Only fun. We could call it a day at any time, but I really didn’t want to think about it ending just yet.
“My turn,” I said, flipping Frankie over.
She yelped, her hair splaying across the pillow as she sunk further into my mattress under my weight. I loved the way she grinned in sleep-addled surprise.
“It already was your turn,” she said with a mock pout. I instantly had to kiss that frown away, sucking her full bottom lip into my mouth. When I released her, she added, “You’ve had several turns in fact.”
I kissed down her neck as she reached for her phone on my bedside table. “It is 2 am!” she exclaimed. “I need to be up in three hours, Finch.” She moaned, slinging her forearm over her eyes. “Can we just have a storm for the love of God so we can sleep in for once?”
I laughed, continuing to trail kisses toward her breasts. God, her breasts. The greatest pillow to rest my head. I wished I could sleep every night nestled between them.
“You still have so much to learn though,” I murmured, trailing my index finger down her side. “Class is still in session.”
“Finch,” she reprimanded, playfully shoving my shoulder.
I huffed and lifted my head up, resting my chin on her belly and arching a brow at her. “Do you want me to stop?” I asked as I slid a hand up her inner thigh.
Her eyes hooded with desire, and I already knew I’d won.
“You know at some point, we’re going to need to sleep,” she said, the cutest little frown lines bracketing her mouth.
“Sleep is for the weak,” I countered, my hand trailing up to cup her pussy, and she tilted her hips into my touch.
“Twenty minutes,” she said breathlessly. “Then we sleep.”