Chapter 20

CHAPTER TWENTY

Orla

H onestly, I'm not sure what had come over me. It had been a whirlwind of emotions tonight, and maybe Fin catching me at a vulnerable moment had made me open to him more. Or maybe we'd just been leading this way all along and I was finally ready to take this moment with him. Either way, I'd been emboldened enough to ask for what I'd wanted.

And he'd let me.

He'd kept his promise, sitting on his hands while I had my way with him. And the way his moans had echoed off the ceiling had made me feel like I was some sexual courtesan, well experienced in the nature of men and their needs. I mean, I had experience, but not a lot of it, and it had been sheer enthusiasm and excitement that had allowed me to explore with such abandon .

The man was seriously packing.

Between a rock-hard and chiseled chest—which by the way, I had not been expecting—and the fact that I could barely take him inside my mouth, well, my body was basically a puddle of lust. I wanted him, and I would think about the repercussions of that tomorrow. In this moment? All I could see was the adoration in his eyes as he begged me to let him touch me.

Begged me.

I mean, who was I to say no to a man's pleas? Particularly when I could see his body trembling with barely restrained need.

I was doing that.

I had made sweat break out on his forehead.

I had made his body tremble at my touch.

I had made his hips buck as I'd taken him inside my mouth.

Me . The man was besotted with me, dying for my touch, and never had I felt more womanly or powerful. Here I was, in my threadbare jumper and sweatpants, having been in my comfies when I'd left my house, and I felt like I could have been dressed in a lacy bodysuit and icepick heels for the way Fin was responding to me.

It was because of that, the way he looked at me, the way he'd told me he thought I was prettier in my overalls than in a ballgown, that had me peeling my jumper over my head.

"Let's see what you've got." I reiterated my challenge, loving that he hesitated before he pulled his hands from beneath his legs.

"You're certain?" Fin asked, checking in with me, and my heart cracked open even more so for this man .

This impossibly kind man.

Who seemed to understand what I needed before even I did.

Who was both silly and serious, equal parts commanding and friendly, who had ridden to my rescue when I'd needed him.

I nodded, biting my lip.

"Bloody hell." Fin pulled me to standing, stripping my pants down my legs, and buried his face between my legs before I could draw another breath. I jerked against him, shocked as his tongue slid across me, molten heat making my legs shake.

"Oh, God." I threw my head back, arching my hips forward as one of his hands came up to grip my bum, holding me tight against his face, as he used the other to slip a finger inside me.

I gasped, rocking against him, as he licked, his mouth wet against me, sucking gently as he stroked me, over and over, hitting the perfect spot inside of me. Desire shot through me, the wave of an orgasm riding across my body, as Fin scraped his teeth over me.

"Oh, Fin, oh, I'm close," I cried, grabbing his hair and holding his face close, not even caring that I was now rocking against his face, riding his hand, needing him to bring me to completion. When he pulled back, I whimpered.

"Not yet, darling."

"Noooooo," I moaned, my body shaking with need, unable to believe how quickly I'd been close to orgasming. Fin had the gall to wink at me and I glared at him .

"Get back to work," I ordered, surprising even myself, but damn it, I craved that orgasm I could feel hanging close.

He laughed and I wanted to punch him.

"Oh I plan to. But darling, the first time you come for me is going to be when I'm buried so deep inside you that all you can think about or feel is me."

Oh, when he presented it like that, I could see the merits.

"I can promise that the only one I was thinking about was you," I insisted, my legs shaky as I rolled my hips forward, hopeful for more. Fin bent, kissing his way down my inner thighs, and I sighed, thinking I was getting my way. When I heard rustling, I peered down to see him pulling a condom from his wallet.

"Come here," Fin said, after he'd protected us, and gripped my hips. Moving forward, I straddled him and moaned as I felt him at my entrance. Shifting, I tried to take him inside me, but he held me still, his eyes on mine. Leaning forward, Fin captured my lips in a searing kiss.

"Mine," Fin said against my mouth, and my breath left me as he slid deep inside of me.

Holy hell, but I needed him. All of him. I hadn't known it, not until this, that he would consume me so. My body stretched around his hard length, and I moaned into his mouth, gasping as he rocked his hips up into me, the pleasure excruciating. Desire built once more, and I mewled into his mouth, sucking his tongue as I rocked on him, my orgasm looming close. Just as I was about to shatter around him, he pulled me off.

"No," I cried out, knocking my forehead against his. "No, no, no."

"Not yet, darling."

Fin shocked me by lifting me, shifting down on the couch so his face was between my legs, and then his mouth was on me, his tongue slick with my need. I jolted forward, whimpering as I rode his face, needing the release he promised me. Never had I been so enthralled with a man before and when I almost broke, he pulled back.

"I think I hate you," I declared, furious that he was withholding my pleasure.

"No, you don't." Fin grinned as he gripped my hips, expertly bringing me back to his length, teasing me.

"Yes, I do." I might, if he kept this up, and Fin threw his head back and laughed before kissing me until I couldn't think straight.

"Gorgeous Orla, my stunningly tough warrior. Look at me."

I didn't want to. Caught between fury and desire, I wanted to ride him until all I could feel was pleasure rocketing through my body. Instead he held still, his gaze on mine, forcing me to connect.

"Say you're mine," Fin said, still not allowing me to slide onto him.

"Fin," I gasped, my body shaking with need.

"Say it," Fin demanded, refusing to let me take him inside, his arms like steel around my hips.

"You're…" I gasped as he nudged me, little bolts of pleasure shooting through me.

"I'm what, Orla?" Fin rocked gently, teasing me with his tip, waiting until he got what he wanted.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't want it too .

"I'm yours," I said, giving up, giving in, knowing I was falling over that edge anyway.

"That's right, Orla. You're mine. You're my every fantasy and I finally found you." With that, he drove into me, and our eyes caught as pleasure took us both at the same time, our bodies convulsing together as the promise we made to each other blossomed.

Somehow, even when I'd thought I'd been in control, I never really had been. Or maybe we both were or not at all. Was that what love was? Giving over of control? Or was that simply just good partnership? I buried my face in his neck, not sure what to do next. I'd just bared myself for him and now I wasn't quite sure how to proceed now that we'd finished.

"Do you like pizza?"

"Pizza?" I looked up at him, confused.

"Aye, pizza."

"Of course. Who doesn't like pizza?"

"Perfect, I'm famished. Let's go."

"Wait, what? Where?" I gasped as Fin picked me up, still naked, and carried me toward the front door. "Fin! I'm naked."

"Oh, right. Clothes would be good here. I've got a frozen pizza at home. I'll meet you at yours in fifteen?"

I gaped at him, entirely unsure how to proceed.

"You want to come over and eat pizza? It's eleven at night."

"We'll be asleep by midnight. Promise."

He was sleeping over? Nerves shot through me.

"See you soon." Fin pressed a kiss to my nose before I could say anything else and disappeared out the front door, his shirt still in his hands.

What the hell? He'd just rocked my world and now we were going to eat pizza?

What was a woman supposed to do with a man like that?