Chapter 23
“I don’t want to make waves, but you could definitely float my boat.”
“I am feeling a bit wet.”
Finn
I follow Addie back to her flat, sliding my car into a spot right next to hers. Jumping out, I grab her bags—all of them—from her car and sling them over my shoulder. I will proudly sport the big floral tote that Connie brought to get all the small gifts home in.
“You know, Eric is going to need attention before…” She trails off, and God love her, I hope she means…what I hope she means.
“I’ll tend to your wiener while you put your prezzies away.” I steal a kiss and snatch his new leash out of the bag.
“Oh, and I don’t know what’s up with him, but he’s been liking the Chinese place lately. He pees on the wall about halfway down the alley.”
The dog and I share a look; he’s a bit sheepish, but I’m nothing short of proud.
I scoop him up and run him down the stairs, outside and straight to the alley he seems to favor now. Of course, the little prick wants to take his time. Sniffing around, rooting under trash, generally drawing out the conclusion of his business.
“Be a good lad and go. Just get there, man.”
But no…he’s in and out of boxes, not even quick-like. He slowly drags his long snout along the top of each box as he slides back out, sometimes only to rush right back in and do it all over again, snuffling and panting as he goes.
Finally, when I’m about out of my mind, I swear, I hear him sigh. Having found what he was looking for, whatever that might be, he trots over to the wall and takes a long-drawn-out piss.
With his business done, I wrap my hands around Eric’s girth, holding him tight and stroking him from tip to tail the whole way back to Addie’s flat. When we burst through the door, he practically vibrates in my hands, and I release him with a bit of a grunt, relieved.
“Adelaide?” I almost can’t breathe with my need to touch her. “Where are you?”
“Hey, right here,” she replies from the doorway to her bedroom. “You okay? You’re breathing kind of hard.”
Her hair tumbles over her right shoulder, curling around her lush, gorgeous breast. The silvery blue is a stark contrast to her deep-purple T-shirt. A riot of color.
Closing the distance, I thread my fingers through her hair, thumbs tilting her head just so, and kiss the ever-loving fuck out of her. Not as sweet as I should be, not as reverent as I want to be. But heated, flaming passion spreads through every fiber of my being.
I pin her against the wall, unable to get close enough, needing to feel her against me.
Addie slides her hands under my shirt, her palms cool against my blazing skin.
I need more. Releasing her face, I kiss a trail down the side of her face until my nose is buried in the crook of her neck.
I inhale her sweet, heady scent—a mixture of cherries and vanilla.
She smells like dessert, good enough to eat.
I nip at the flesh where her neck gracefully meets her shoulder, soothing it with a kiss, and wrap my hands around the backs of her thighs. “Hold on,” I rasp.
She gasps when I lift, clutching at my neck to steady herself, not that she needs to. I don’t think I’ll be letting her go anytime soon. I stalk through her room, not really looking where I’m going.
When my leg hits the side of the mattress, I plant a knee and set Addie in the middle of her soft bed.
Not willing to let her go for even a moment, I cover her body with my own, forearms planted on either side of her.
She’s tiny, and now that I’ve got her here, I don’t want to squish her.
But, dear God, do I ever fucking want her.
Piece by piece, I peel off her layers. Her bright-yellow jumper, the black leggings she’s got a preference for.
Sitting back on my heels, Addie’s thighs resting on my knees, I take a moment, allowing my gaze to wander over her pale, creamy skin and amazing fucking curves.
I’ve certainly seen her in less, but with her splayed out on her bed—eyes bright and blue hair slashing color across the crisp white bedding—I want more than anything to see this through.
“I think,” Addie draws out while hooking her feet under my arse, “you should get rid of some clothes, too.” She curls up to sit and whips her T-shirt off, chucking it to the floor. She undoes the top few buttons of my shirt, trailing a delicate finger along my chest as she does.
I should move, rip my shirt off, but all I can do is stare.
I’m not even sure I can breathe. Because, as Addie patiently undoes each button, I’m mesmerized by the vision in front of me.
She’s wrapped in creamy satin, a little navy bow nestled between her gorgeous tits.
I’m definitely not breathing. In fact, I might pass out.
“Finn? Finn?”
I pull in a big lungful of air and try to focus.
“I thought I’d lost you for a minute.”
“You did. You completely did.”
Her hands are working at my belt, flipping open the button of my jeans, sliding the zip down. It’s not until her delicate hands slide around my waist, pushing at the denim, that I snap out of my haze.
I twine my fingers through her hair, grasping a fistful, and pull her head back, exposing her neck to me.
The swell of her breasts spills over the top of her bra.
Kissing and nipping down that lovely valley, I push one strap down and then the next.
As gorgeous as this is, I want it gone, out of my way.
Addie reaches behind to release the hooks, freeing what have to be the world’s most magnificent tits.
“Fucking perfect,” I murmur against them. Stretching my fingers wide to try to contain them, not wanting to allow an inch of her skin to go unworshipped, I kiss and nibble from one to the other. Sucking and biting at her nipples. Drawing each one into my mouth and letting go with a pop.
Kicking out of my jeans and trainers, I push her back down into the pillows scattered across the top of her bed. “I want to taste every inch of you,” I say, trailing my tongue down, down her flat stomach, teeth grazing and nipping at each of her hip bones.
The vanilla lotion on her skin tastes as good as it smells. She’s fucking delicious.
I slide my hands beneath her hips, grab her navy-blue knickers, and pull at them until Addie lifts her hips.
She plants her feet on my hips, her toes nudging at my cock through my boxer briefs. “Finn?”
I close my eyes, taking a deep, controlling breath. “Addie?”
“Is that—”
“All for you, love.”
“The four-leaf clovers on your undies?”
“Mmhmm. I wore them for luck.” It takes all my concentration to keep my eyes from rolling to the back of my head. “You’re going to want to stop doing that, love.” I grab her ankles and push her feet to the side, sliding my palm up the length of her leg.
I wedge my shoulders between her thighs and lick her, slow and lazy. Circling the tight, little bundle of nerves, sucking gently.
Today, this, with Addie will be an exercise in control.
Patience. My feelings for this girl are so fucking overwhelming in every way.
She has pushed me away, challenged my bullshit, and made me grovel and beg in a way I never have before.
I’ve never been this invested. Not even back in Dublin when I thought I was surely in love. It never felt like this.
I slide one finger through her wetness and dip inside, pumping deliberately. Her moans, her gasps, the breathy sounds she makes drive me. I add a second finger and curl them, stroking and massaging that spot, the one that makes her gasp and shudder and sigh.
“Finn…oh dear God…” She tugs at my hair, not quite deciding whether to pull me closer or push me away. Her legs tremble and shake as she comes apart with my tongue on her clit and my name on her lips.
I leisurely kiss my way across her hips, up her stomach. Lavishing attention on her gorgeous tits, lifting them, feeling the heft of them resting in my palms. I bite her nipple, lightly tugging at her flesh. Addie reaches for me, drawing my lips to hers, tasting herself on me.
“You good?”
“So good. Do you have…” She lifts her hips, sliding her slickness against me. “Do you have a condom?”
Fuck, is this really happening?
“I—” I can say no. “I’m—”I might be falling for you.“I’ve—” I don’t know how I’m capable of even the smallest thought.
“Top drawer on the left,” she breathes against my neck.
I have one. I’m prepared, but the drawer is closer. I stretch across her body as she slides her hands into the waistband of my briefs, pushing them down my hips. I hand the foil packet to her and push back, freeing my cock and shoving the briefs away.
Addie rips the wrapper open, pulling the condom out.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
The sight of her biting her lip, wanting me has me ready to explode.
I squeeze my cock and breathe deep, trying to find all the control I possibly can.
It’s not a matter of wanting to. Fuck’s sake, I want this with her.
My jaw muscles twitch as she reaches out, rolling the condom down my length. Nothing has ever felt as good as her fist on my cock. Nothing.
She squeezes lightly, and any thoughts I had of waiting, wondering are gone. All of them, gone.
Unable to keep my lips from her, I lean in, kissing her breathless. Or maybe I’m the breathless one. Addie shifts beneath me, sliding against me, nudging me closer…closer. She tilts her hips the last little fraction of an angle, and I’m right there.
Not moving.
Addie pulls back, searching my face, her gaze bouncing between my eyes. The connection is stronger than I could have ever imagined.
“You okay?”
“I am. Are you?” If nothing else, I have to make sure there’s no doubt. None.
“God, yes.”
She slides a foot up the back of my thigh, wrapping her legs around me. I inch forward, and a breathy moan escapes Addie as I slide the tip of my cock in. I thought her fist on my cock would send me to an early grave; I was mistaken.
In fact, nothing has ever felt as good as this.
“Addie, God help me…You’re sure this is okay?”
“Yes, God, yes. Give it to me, Finn.”
Her foot pushes against my arse until I’m there. Fully seated, bottomed out. Balls deep. Fucking surrounded by her in the most amazing way.
Every moment of intimacy before now were just lies wrapped up in a pretty little bow because sliding into Addie is the best feeling in the entire world.
Nothing has ever felt as good as this.
“Oh my God, Finn…”
I don’t dare move a muscle. I don’t fucking dare.
Gritting my teeth, I try desperately to run through the months of the year in Gaelic. Anything to keep control of myself.
“Holy Christ, woman. Fuck.” I think I might pass out.
“You’re not allowed to pass out, Finn. Let me…let me…please…ohmagawd…”
I thought I’d kept the passing out comment to myself, but I guess it slipped out. “Are you…are you okay? Sweet Jesus, please tell me I can move, Addie. I don’t think I can hold still.”
Before the words are out of my mouth, her hips start rocking, and I’m back to Gaelic. This time, I’m counting…
“A haon, a dó…”
Thrusting with each new number.
“Yes, Finn…more…”
Christ, her sounds are distracting in the best possible way.
“A trí, a ceathair, fuisce, cíche…”
Addie is meeting me thrust for thrust, and I’m fairly certain I’ve died and gone to heaven.
“Ungmagawd, Finn…Finn…”
Ah, fuck, God, she’s amazing.
“A cúig, a sé, glas, gorm…” I reach between us and circle her clit, thrusting, counting, and saying random words in Gaelic. My spine tingles, and I know I don’t have much time left.
“Finn…”
“Tá tú álainn…”
“Please…”
“Ghlacann tú mo anáil ar shiúl…”
Throwing her head back, Addie comes undone—again. Squeezing me, pulsing around my cock. When she opens her eyes, staring deep into my soul, I let go. My release ripping through me, like nothing I’ve ever experienced in my life.
Because until this moment, I haven’t.