Behind her, the sound of a heavy coat landing on the chair next to the door had her clenching her pussy. He carefully placed his suit jacket on top of it before turning to face her.
The serpents in her stomach slithered around her organs and squeezed, hard. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to stop the world from spinning so fast, but his scent invaded her nose, and the warmth from his close proximity tugged her toward him.
When she opened her eyes, he was there, right in front of her, concern pinching between his eyes as they searched her face. She reached out a palm, his playoff scruff tickling her hand. “I’m scared.” Her confession escaped on a breathy exhale.
He reached behind her and tugged her hair tie, letting her mane flow freely around her shoulders. “Tell me your fears.” He kissed her forehead. Then the tip of her nose… the hollow of her throat. “Out loud, Molly. Tell me your fears so we can face them together.” She nodded and closed her eyes as he swept the hem of her jersey over her head, discarding it on top of his clothes on the chair.
She bit her lip as he dragged his nose down her sternum, over her stomach, and bumped against the top of the zipper on her jeans.
“Fears, Molly.”
“Mhmm. Fears. Right.” She sighed. Finnegan O’Brien was on his knees in front of her, cupping her ass cheeks like she was some kind of treasure, and she was all his. His. Fears. Right.
“I’m afraid…” Her voice cracked and she cleared her throat. “I’m afraid we might not have any chemistry.”
Lies. Every time he touched her, her body reacted. They could probably see her thermal radiation on satellite pictures from outer space. He squeezed her ass cheeks, sending lightning bolts to her crotch.
“Liar.” He smirked up at her from the floor. “But I’ll prove that fear completely wrong once we get through the others.” He tried to pull her zipper down with his teeth, but he couldn’t get it to budge.
She laughed, some of the tension leaving her muscles.
He nuzzled his head against her stomach. “So mean, Miss Molly. Laughing at me when I’m on my knees.”
She bit her lip as he opened her fly with his hands and shucked her jeans down her legs, gliding his palms over her hips and down the outsides of her thighs. Goosebumps sprung all over her skin under his hands as they moved.
Stepping out of her jeans, she swallowed. “I’m afraid we’ll break what we have between us.” Her heart picked up its pace. For all her bluster and fears, that was the biggest. Was she afraid of losing Will? Absolutely. Did she think he’d come round eventually? Probably. But losing Finn… her chest tightened.
His finger traced along the edges of her hot pink lace thong, before he buried his nose against it and… sniffed. The bastard was sniffing her pussy. Mother of God she was going to die.
“That once we take this step…”
He dragged his tongue along the scalloped edge of the scrap of fabric.
“We… we…”
A finger slipped behind the string in her asscrack and traveled toward the hot mess at the apex of her thighs, tugging the thong from her body as his finger brushed against her skin.
“Fuck.”
“It’s true… Once we take this step, we fuck… yes, ma’am.” He held the panties while she stepped out of them, swaying a little as she did.
Apparently it was hard to keep her balance while he was on his knees and at tongue-level with her bare pussy. “We can’t go back. What if we ruin everything by—?”
He ran his flat tongue over the outside of her lips, drawing a feral moan from her chest.
“You waxed for me, MoMo?”
She slipped her fingers through his fire-red hair and clenched her fist so his head tilted and his eyes met hers. “I wax forme, Finny. You just have the honor of enjoying it.”
A low hum vibrated through him as he jerked his head out of her grip. “And what a fucking honor it is… Do you know how long I’ve waited to taste this pussy?” He slipped a finger through her folds, but not touching her throbbing clit, which only served to make her hips lean forward of their own volition.
“N-no…” She hated how breathless she sounded, how breathless she was. Need pooled between her legs and only Finn could save her.
He sucked her arousal off the tip of his finger and she shuffled her legs apart. Maybe if she made her base wider, she wouldn’t feel like a house of cards ready to collapse at any given moment. Maybe if she gave him more access he’d stop fucking teasing her and give her what she needed.
Another glide of his finger through her folds, and another lick of his finger, pulling it from his mouth with a satisfied pop. “You’re so fucking delicious.”
This had to be what madness felt like. With every touch, another nerve ending sparked, and she sailed that much closer to O-Town.
