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Kissing was something I was told I would only ever do with my future husband once we were married. When I heard this the first time, I was a young child, and being married seemed like something so far off in the future that I filed both marriage and kissing away in my mind under a category called: THINGS SO FAR OFF IN THE FUTURE THEY AREN’T EVEN WORTH THINKING ABOUT NOW.
Somehow, as I’d gotten older, I’d never quite retrieved it from the archives.
Until Finn.
So, there I was. Lying in his bed.
Naked. Exposed.
Vulnerable.
It was almost as freeing as when I changed out of my modest clothes except a thousand times more frightening. More intriguing.
More everything.
Surrounded by the most delicious humming sensation. My heart pounding. My palms sweating. My brain not quite able to believe what was happening as his lips pressed against mine, then slightly parted before pressing again.
Finn’s lips were soft and full, the scruff on his chin lightly scraped against my face. But that wasn’t all I was feeling. All sorts of new and confusing sparks were igniting everywhere inside me. Jolts of pleasure coursed to places around my body he wasn’t even touching, making me aware of those places, and then aware that I might want him to be touching them.
Kissing before marriage was a sin punishable by eternal hellfire.
On that day, with Finn’s lips on mine, I realized there was no truth to that lesson. It didn’t feel like hell. It felt magical and wondrous and beautiful.
It was pure heaven.
However, if I was wrong, and it turned out that kissing was punishable by an eternity at the devil’s side, then kissing Finn might just be worth the risk.
It was as if the lightning had come inside the house and was buzzing between us. Connecting us. Pulling us closer.
At one point, Finn’s fingers dug into my hips, holding me in place as if to prevent me from coming any closer. We were both breathing heavily. Thunder boomed all around us, shaking the walls. I was still in shock from the kiss to react to the fear of the storm that was no match for this new kind of fear taking hold.
“Why did you…?” I asked when he pulled back.
“Distraction,” he explained, clearing his throat.
“Distraction,” I repeated slowly. “Did you use that technique with your friend too?”
“A lot of dogs have the fear of storms,” Finn explained, trying his first method of distraction again. Talking. “They sense them coming before people do and the pressure in the air makes some of them go nuts. They even sell these jackets on late night TV that you wrap around them so that they feel like they’re being hugged and comforted, although if that works then why not just give the dog a hug?”
Finn’s hands left my hips and wrapped around my back, pressing my chest to his but keeping the lower half of our bodies separated.
“Are you hugging me like a dog?” I asked curiously.
Finn chuckled. “No. And just so you know, I don’t kiss dogs like that either.” Finn smelled like the rain and sweat and I inhaled deeply before being shaken awake again.
“Did you know that Nascar racing started because drivers running moonshine needed to soup up their cars to run from the police through the mountains?”
“No, I didn’t,” I said.
“Finn?”
“Yeah?”
“What’s Nascar?”
Finn brushed a wet hair from my forehead. His lips turned upward into a small smile that made my stomach flip. I could tell that he wanted to ask me how I didn’t know what it was, but he refrained. “Car racing,” he answered.
“Oh, that makes sense.”
A palm frond was slapped up against the window by the wind, once again sending my fear into overdrive and between the possible concussion and my fear of the storm I felt myself dipping back into that dark place.
I closed my eyes tightly. Finn’s voice sounded like it was far off in the distance until he pushed me onto my back, covered my body with his and kissed me again.
This time the kiss was anything but brief. It was slow, methodical, deep. Instead of being lost in the storm, I was lost in Finn’s kiss.
And then I realized why he’d kept holding me at a distance from the waist down when something smooth, hard, and hot jutted up against my leg.
He was completely naked.
“Why are you kissing me again?” I asked, feeling a surge of sensations rushing between my legs. I felt the overwhelming need to part them but Finn’s thighs were around mine, keeping them together.
“Distraction,” he groaned against my lips, repeating his answer from earlier. His tongue parted my lips and when it connected with mine it opened up an entirely new level of kissing. I heard myself moan into his mouth.
Finn responded by rocking his hardness against my thigh. I didn’t know what was happening, all I knew was what I felt and what I felt was confused and flustered and like I needed something.
Finn.
I needed more Finn.
I lifted my hand and was about to feel Finn’s backside when there was a loud noise from the other room. A door slammed. “Finn, you in here?”
I recognized the voice as Miller.
Finn reached to the nightstand and grabbed a pair of sweatpants that he put on under the covers before getting off the bed and hopping up onto the small dresser on the other side of the small room.
He placed a t-shirt over his lap to hide his arousal.
His arousal…because of me.
If I’d felt empowered from buying new clothes, I felt downright sinfully happy knowing I had that effect on Finn.
By the time Miller appeared in the doorway wearing a dark blue EMT jacket, Finn looked completely unaffected. While I, on the other hand, was sure my face was red, my hair was mussed, and my painfully hardened nipples were so erect the blanket I was holding in front of my chest couldn’t cover them.
“Hey, Sawyer, how goes it?” Miller asked, crouching next to me and unzipping his medical looking tote bag. “Storm finally let up a bit. Just a little rain now.”
“Hey, Miller.” I returned his smile. “I didn’t know you were an EMT.”
“I wear a lot of hats.”
“You’re not wearing a hat,” I pointed out.
He touched his bare head. “Touché, oh freckled one. Touché.”
“You two know each other?” Finn asked, sounding irritated.
“Yeah, we sure do. Didn’t you know? We’re in love,” Miller said, winking at me while he fitted my arm with a blood pressure cuff. “If Josh never comes to her senses and has all my babies, this one here is next in line,” he tapped the tip of my nose. “Now be a good girl and tell me where it hurts,” he wagged his eyebrows suggestively.
Finn growled and Miller mashed his lips together, making a face Finn couldn’t see.
I couldn’t help but giggle, but when I did a pain exploded in my head. I rubbed my eyes.
“Careful now,” Miller warned, checking my pulse.
Miller took out a small flashlight and shined it in my eye. “I teach a pottery class on Wednesdays too if you’re interested plus, I am a professional medicinal herb distributor,” he said proudly.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“He sells weed,” Finn chimed in.
After a few more minutes of checking me over Miller announced that he had both good news and bad news.
“What?” Finn stood from the dresser.
