CHAPTER 47
Emma
I have never been admired like this. No man has ever looked at me the way Finn is now—dead serious, intense, hungry.
He wants me as much as I want him, and with the same desperation.
I am sure of that now.
Finally. I get to know what it feels like to be claimed by Finn.
He hovers over me. His gaze is dark and dangerous, black-violet and shimmering as he searches my face and scans my body.
I feel ridiculous in this old T-shirt and panties.
I would have chosen something a little more flirty if I’d known that I’d walk upstairs to a shirtless gamer boy who wanted to play.
What an unusual combination of traits this man is, as complex as a gourmet French recipe.
He’s funny and lighthearted. He’s as kind as he is brilliant.
He’s all seriousness when it comes to being a father, a SEAL, and a MacLaine.
His heart has been broken, but he’s found a way to go on, despite the pain.
Finn’s got a temper.
He’s overprotective of what’s his—his daughter, his ranch, his company, his home.
And for whatever reason, he sees something in me that he wants, that fits him. I want him to have it.
Sexy, dark stubble lines his jaw and upper lip, accenting the wide, kissable mouth. All he wears is a pair of old jeans. He’s barefoot, shirtless, and there’s no belt involved. I’m looking at the most perfect male body I could imagine. The heat pours off his skin.
He is sex. He is raw, carnal power.
As he breathes, I see his lungs expand, his rippled abs contract, the faint outline of his ribs. He’s a runner. A knife fighter. A Navy SEAL and a man who’s known hard ranch work all his life. There isn’t an ounce of fat on him anywhere.
Just huge muscles dusted in black hair. As classically handsome as he is rugged. Bone and sinew and wild, loose black curls.
I bring my hands to those curls now. Then to his shoulders. I let my touch slip down the rock-solid strength of his upper arms and along to his forearms. Then I move my touch to his stomach.
A jolt of electric longing goes through me. I slide my palms over his abs, around his sides, and down onto his denim-covered ass. He’s hard everywhere. A man who could take anyone, anywhere.
I want him to take me.I’m hit with a rush of heat and need I’ve never known. At this moment, all I can think is that whatever I am and whatever I have to give him, he can take.
And then I plan to trail my tongue all over him, lick and suck and kiss him from head to toe. I feel wild, out of control, and I know there’s no turning back.
He’s the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on.
“Finn.”
He lowers himself closer and slides one of his hands under my head to cradle it, then lifts me to his mouth. I feel like I’m being served up on a platter.
And I absolutely love it.
His hot mouth covers mine with a sense of finality. I feel it—this is where everything changes. Where we come together because we both want to, when we’re both ready to.
And holy shit, I’m ready. My legs are trembling. I feel how my panties are soaked through.
He rolls onto his side, pulling me from the gaming chair and taking me with him to the floor. He’s on his back now, and I’m lying flat on top of him, touching from lips to toes. His hand still cups the back of my head. He holds me in place, right where he wants me, and kisses me.
I don’t even know what to call this, because I’ve never had it. Never knew it was possible. I feel my whole body burst into flames, tingling from my scalp to my toes. All I want to do is open myself to him, welcome him, give him what he wants.
His hands slide down my back, and he clutches my ass, his kiss intense and demanding. I feel his cock under me, big and hard, poking through the fly of his jeans. That’s when he breaks the kiss, grabs the back of my thighs, and pulls me so that I sit up, straddling him.
“Holy fuck, Emma. You’re so…” His eyes scan my face as his fingertips trace the top of my thighs. “Fuckable.”
“So are you, Finn.”
“Say it.” His touch slides up to my thong, and then both his hands continue up into my shirt, his big hands spread on my belly, reaching up to cup my breasts.
“You’re the most fuckable man I’ve ever met.”
He must like the sound of that, since he shoots me a big smile. “Take off your shirt.”
I do what he says. That deep, rough voice sends a rush of fire through my veins. I grab the hem of the old T-shirt and slowly peel it off my torso, over my shoulders, and over my head. I throw it to the floor and shake out my hair.
I’m not sure what I’m seeing in his face. It’s like he’s frozen, stunned. His eyes are laser focused on my breasts. I know they’re not huge, but on my frame they do the trick. I raise my hands to hold them, displaying my nipples to him. His gaze shoots up and locks on mine.
“Are you trying to kill me?”
I giggle.
“Emma, you’re incredible. Beautiful. Perfect.”
“As long as I’m perfect for you.”
He nods slowly. He brings his hands down to my center, then slips his big fingers down into the tiny fabric of my thong. The instant he makes contact with the outside of my pussy, I almost shoot through the ceiling.
“Holy fuck. You’re so swollen and wet.”
“I know. You do that to me.”
“Good.” The word comes out as a growl, and I feel his fist clutch at the thin band holding my panties in place. “I’m gonna destroy these panties, so I apologize in advance.”
“It’s okay. I have a feeling you’ll be destroying a lot more than my panties.”
I hear a ripping sound and look down to see his fingers clutching tatters of red fabric. His hands move over me, and one palm turns up. His hand looks huge as it cups my pussy.
“You are pretty everywhere, so soft and sweet. I plan to get to know everything about you.”
I moan.
I feel the pad of this thumb touch my clitoris, and I shudder.
“Shhhh,” he says.
I nod. “I’ll try.”
“And I’m going to try to get my dick all the way inside you.”
I groan.
“You need to know what you’re working with, Emma.”
I think my eyes have been closed, because I feel them fly open at the sound of that.
“Reach in and take me out.”
I do what he says, sliding a bit farther down on his thighs and bringing my hands to the zipper of his jeans. Before I can place my fingers on his waistband, he grabs them, pressing the flat of my palms to the denim bulge I’ve felt poke into me more than once.
I gasp. My eyes fly up to his. He’s got a lopsided smile on his face.
It’s not just the length and it’s not just the girth, it’s both. In one man. I’m starting to feel lightheaded.
He chuckles. “Go ahead. It’s all for you.”
Slowly, carefully, I unbutton and unzip. I see immediately that he’s not wearing anything underneath. None of those boxer briefs I’ve been dreaming about for the last several weeks.
It’s just him. Hot satin stretched over a core of steel. Thick and long and springing free from the confines of his jeans. The head of his cock is huge.
I laugh, hardly believing what I’m seeing.
“I’m big. You’re small,” he says. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
I shake my head. “I won’t let you hurt me, Finn. This is only about pleasure. Always about pleasure, what I give to you and what you give to me.”
His eyes go dark and serious, and I see him nod. “I like the sound of that.”
“I’d like to start now, if that’s okay.” I pull his jeans all the way off his long, muscular legs and toss them aside.
I crawl back up and balance myself on my elbows as I lower my lips to him.
My hair falls like a curtain over his hips, but he gathers it all in one hand and holds it aside so he can watch me.
I hover over him and open my mouth, taking him between my lips. He’s a huge mouthful, salty and sweet on my tongue.
“Yes, Emma. Yes, baby.”
I like it when he calls me that.
I’ve never liked it before. Probably because I didn’t believe the man using the term saw me as something precious, something to be treasured and cared for.
I don’t respond that way to Finn.
I loosen my spine. I release all worry and doubt and focus on the pleasure, the pleasure of my mouth on him and the hard velvet of his cock as it slides in and out between my lips.
I lose track of myself and have no idea how much time has passed when I feel his gentle grip on my upper arms.
“Emma?”
I raise up. His eyes are wide, and a faint smile of surprise plays on his face. He pulls me up to him and crushes me to his mouth.
And before I know it, I’m on my back.