Chapter 19

I rubbed the pumpkin spice lotion I'd just put in my hand, up my arm and over my shoulder before repeating the process on the other side.

Finn groaned. "Jesus, you're killing me. What happened to the sweatpants and T-shirt from last night."

I glanced down at my shorts and tank top. We'd had the fireplace in the living room and my bedroom going all evening, so this entire floor was warm. I'd melt in sweatpants.

Besides, I loved these pajamas. The knitted material and sleeveless crop top were super comfortable, and the way Finn was looking at me was even more of a bonus. I'd spent the entire evening feeling his gaze, and although there was some heat in it, it didn't compare to the look of pure desire he had now.

I sent him a smirk as I pulled the sheets back and climbed into the bed next to him. "I figured after this morning I didn't need to worry about modesty."

His pupils widened and he leaned toward me, inhaling deeply. "And pumpkin spice lotion?"

I nodded and rolled to my side, facing him. "I keep forgetting you don't like that smell."

"Actually, I'm finding it very enticing."

"Oh?" suddenly I felt very warm, and I squeezed my legs together when his heated gaze tracked down my body.

He brought one finger to my side and traced a path along my stomach and around my belly button, before slowly trailing it up. A shiver shot through me and my breath hitched when he grazed over my breast and then along my collarbone.

"Why are we fighting this?" His husky, lust-filled voice shot straight to my core.

I shifted closer and his hand found my waist, his thumb brushing along my hip.

"We're married and we both want the same thing," he added.

I met his intense stare. "It might complicate things."

"No, it won't."

"You're just saying that."

"Only half saying that." He smirked and his thumb slipped below the waistband of my shorts.

My core throbbed, and I wanted his hand to move lower when his gaze locked onto my lips.

"But yeah, it might complicate things. Although things are already complicated and honestly, there's no way I can spend another night in this bed without touching you."

"Please," I whimpered because at this point, I didn't care if we complicated things. I needed him.

"Please what?" He shifted forward and slowly pushed me onto my back as he hovered above me. "Tell me what you want."

"Touch me, Finn."

He smirked and cupped my face with one hand before leaning down and brushing his lips against mine. I arched my neck, dropping my head back as his lips left mine and trailed along my jaw.

"You taste so sweet," he whispered as his mouth explored the curve of my neck and the hollow of my throat.

My eyes popped open when I felt him pull away. Please tell me he wasn't changing his mind. He sat up on his knees and his hands went to the hem of my crop top, pushing it up over my breasts.

Oh, thank God.

I lifted, allowing him to remove the material over my head. He braced his hands on either side of me, and his heated gaze scanned my bare skin before he leaned down with a groan and captured my nipple.

"Finn." My breath came faster. My hands gripped his shoulders, and I clung to him as he lavished each breast with his tongue.

Was it possible to orgasm from just this?

"I could do this all night." His tongue ran circles around one nipple and I arched my hips, seeking friction. He positioned himself on top of me. "Is this what you wanted? To feel me rubbing against you?"

He swiveled his hips, and his cocked pressed into me.

"Yes." I hooked my leg around his waist, needing more. Shamelessly, I rotated my hips, grinding against him.

With a groan, he sat back up and slid his fingers under the waistband of my shorts and panties, pulling them over my ass and down my legs.

His fingers trailed back up and brushed back and forth over my bare skin, teasing my clit and the entrance to my core.

"You're dripping for me."

I moaned, completely at his mercy as he continued to play with me. Then his mouth was between my thighs, and I tossed my head back, taking in much-needed air.

"Oh, God." The sensations coursing through me were overwhelming, and I couldn't stop my hips from moving in rhythm with his tongue. My insides heated, like fire running through my veins. I glanced down my body as he stared at me, watching intently, an honest need in his gaze that had me gripping his hair tightly.

"Finn…" I started, not sure how to tell him how good this felt and how much I wanted to feel his cock deep inside me. But when he hummed against me, I couldn't hold back. My body vibrated and my walls tightened with utter bliss. I held onto his hair as waves of pleasure shot through me and I rode out my orgasm.

"That was…" I said, once I could catch my breath. But I didn't know how to finish my thought. I couldn't think of a word to describe how that felt.

He seemed to understand I had no words as he smirked, hovering above me. He placed a quick kiss on my lips before climbing out of bed.

Wait. Was that it? I wanted all of him. To feel him inside me.

I leaned up on my elbows and tracked him with my gaze as he stripped down to nothing. His cock bobbed and I couldn't look away.

"Don't worry, you'll feel it soon enough." He turned and grabbed a condom from his wallet that sat on the dresser before rolling it down over his hard length.

He stepped back to the side of the bed and grabbed one of my ankles and then the other. "Come here."

I gasped as he pulled me to the edge of the mattress. He flashed me a grin as he tugged me closer, leaning down and kissing me again, harder this time.

With so much need, I moaned into his mouth as my hands caressed over his shoulders and down his back.

He stood to his full height and positioned himself at my entrance, entering me slowly. So slowly, I was sure I was going to combust.

"More," I told him. "I need more."

He pushed forward, soft and slow, making me crazy.

"Please," I begged.

Finally, with a single thrust, he slid all the way in, his thickness filling me. God, it felt so good. So perfect.

With him standing between my thighs, he hooked his hands behind my knees and guided my legs around his waist.

"You're so tight." He pulled out slowly before gently pushing back in.

I swallowed, because I could feel exactly how tight I was. It was another reminder of exactly how long it had been for me. "I need you to move…feels so good… need more."

He smirked as I dug my heels into his ass, and he moved harder and faster. His breath came in pants each time he slammed back into me, the entire time staring at me like he would never let me go. The idea buzzed through me.

His fingers found my clit, and he thrummed against it in a synchronized rhythm with his thrusts.

"That's it. Come for me, baby." He watched me as I fell apart, his gaze filling with so much need as my orgasm tore through me with an intensity I wasn't sure I'd ever experienced. Then, with a muffled groan, his body tightened as his cock hardened inside me, his orgasm overtaking him as he pumped furiously into me.

"Damn," he said once he collapsed down on top of me. "That was fucking amazing."

I smiled, thinking the same thing. His chest still heaving from his heavy breaths, he slid out and fell next to me on the mattress.

I couldn't wait to do that again. We had weeks, maybe months, if the social workers waited until after the holidays to come back, and I planned to enjoy every moment like this until then.