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Resting his forehead against mine, he moves one hand to drag the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip. It takes everything in me not to moan with that one touch.
“I’ve been waiting to do that again,” he whispers.
I look up, my breathing shallow. “I want you so bad, I don’t even know what to do with myself.”
His eyes flick between mine, one hand moving to my waist where I feel his fingers tighten. Finn’s other hand stays on the side of my face, gentle and welcoming, like everything about him.
“What is it you want?” he asks, his voice lowered–huskier than it was a few moments ago. “Exactly?”
I grip one of his belt loops and gently pull him closer. When he groans, I’m left spiraling out of control. “Everything,” I whisper, before crushing my mouth into his.
Finn takes that as his cue to let go of whatever restraint he had. He walks me back until I can feel the coolness of metal behind me. His mouth parts, and I feel his tongue trace over my lip. He bites gently, tugging at my mouth like he wants to devour me.
When he lifts his hand higher and his thumb brushes just beneath my breast, I gasp, arching to encourage him to take more.
It’s the only thought in my head.
More. More. More.
And when Giffin whispers, “Yeah?” against my lips, I’m certain I said the word at least once out loud.
My fingers fumble with the buttons of his shirt, desperately trying to get closer to him as he moves his mouth to my neck. When he presses his hips into me, I can feel how hard he is under those damn jeans. While they make his ass look phenomenal, all I want is to take them off.
“It’s fucking cold, Ellie. You can’t undress me out here.” His tongue flicks out over my skin, as I undo the last button, fisting the fabric of his T-shirt.
“Then I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do.”
Finn pulls away, smiling.
I can hardly stand still as I watch him close the passenger door and open the back door to his car. “My seats go down,” he mutters, fumbling with whatever buttons or levers are inside. I’m not really paying attention.
“Thank god.”
When the backseat is free and clear, I crawl in. Finn follows after me and pulls the door closed. It’s still cramped, but it’s far better than the front seat.
My back’s against the side as Finn crawls over me. There isn’t enough space to get close, and I drop my head and chuckle, his hand rising to cup my cheek.
“Hi,” he whispers.
My eyes meet his. “Hey.”
When he guides me to lie back, we struggle with space until my legs are open, knees bent, and Finn nestles himself between them.
His mouth is suddenly on my lips, my neck, my collarbones above the tank top I’m wearing. He’s far more demanding than I imagined. So sure of himself and what he’s doing. It makes my desire even sharper.
Finn’s tongue swirls over the skin just above the swell of my breast, and I arch up, demanding more. His eyes are on me as he nods for confirmation. I nod back, and he grabs my tank top andthe cup of my bra, pulling them down as his mouth closes over my nipple.
I cry out, too turned on to be embarrassed as he groans. His hips rock into me, and I grab at the flannel, pulling it off his shoulders. I grab his T-shirt and toss it with the flannel.
“I didn’t bring a condom,” he admits.
“Well, fuck.” My breathing is still heavy, desire pouring through me.
His mouth pulls up at the corner. “We could try something else?”
He rocks his hips into me again, and I can’t help the noise that passes through my parted lips. “Anything,” I pant.
Finn’s fingers are at the button of my jeans, his hands dragging them down my thighs and pulling hard to get them off. My boots and pants are gone, my hands trailing over his chest and arms.
