Page 40 of His Good Girl

I did this.

Her lips tremble and my knees go weak. How can I make her see that I was an idiot and want her so much I can’t function?

“You broke my fucking heart, Finn, can’t you see that? Can’t you see that I won’t survive you walking away from me again?”

“Lex,” I start but she cuts me off.

“No, Finn. I’m not done here. I trusted you. I opened myself to you and you did what every other person in my life has done. You threw it in my face.” Flinching, I stand still, listening, owing her that much, but hating what I know is coming. “You were just one more person that told me I wasn’t enough and not worth the hassle. Do you have any idea how that feels? To not just think—but know—and be reminded over and over that you aren’t enough for anyone. I destroyed myself for years trying to hide how much it stung, but I’m tired, Finn. So fucking tired, and I can’t do it anymore. I can’t pretend that I don’t feel each and every rejection down to my bones. You told me once that I deserve to be the center of a man's world, and like a fool, I believed you, and when we…I thought we were different.”

My breathing falters but I cling desperately to the hope that this thing between us can still be fixed. I may have broken us, but she still cares about me. I can see it written across her face, and I’ll do anything to fix us.

Taking a small step toward her, hating the guarded look in her eyes. “Lex, I messed up so bad.” Swallowing twice, trying to speak around the lump in my throat. “I pushed you away because I was scared of what people might think. But I don’t care anymore. Letting my fear control me from what people would say or how Marcee would react was the most cowardly thing I have ever done, and I regret it. I told myself it was the safe choice, and that by breaking my own heart, I could avoid the pain of you doing it later. I didn’t expect you, didn’t see you coming, and I let my tangled emotions ruin everything. I hate that I hurt you. Nothing has felt right since that day. I haven’t slept, my chest hurts all the time, I see you fucking everywhere, smell your scent on the blanket downstairs, crave you every second of every day. My world isn’t right without you in it. I know I hurt you, but Lex, you’re everything to me. You are more than enough and always have been. I should have cherished you and made sure you could never doubt what you mean to me. I know I don’t deserve another chance, but I'm begging you to…” Her lips crash into mine. The kiss is wild and reckless. Her fingers shake as she unbuttons my shirt, but it's too slow. I need to feel her skin on mine.

Reaching up, I rip my shirt open, sending buttons flying.

“Finn!” Her eyes are as wide as saucers, but the laughter dancing in them gives me my first real glimmer of hope. Peeling the wet shirt off, I reach for the hem of her top, pausing, giving her time to decide if she wants this. A slow smile spreads across her face as she raises her arms above her head. I peel the top off her and praise my maker for her hatred of bras because I'm blessed with the most beautiful breasts on full display. I run my hands over her skin, jolting at how cold she is.

Walking her backward, I pause just long enough to push her skirt from her hips and for her to step out of the sodden pile on the floor. Kissing, hands roaming, I lead her into the bathroom.

“I think we both could use a shower to warm up, don’t you?” My voice is hoarse, clogged with too many emotions. Her only response is sliding the tiny scrap of lace she calls panties from her body before walking into my large glass shower and turning it on full blast.

“Fucking shit balls!” Her squeal has me doubling over in laughter as she is hit with three separate streams of ice-cold water. My shower is high tech with about a hundred buttons and took me weeks to get it all figured out. She hops out of the stream, pressing herself to the shower wall, and another squeal erupts as her bare skin meets the cold tiles.

Leaning in, I hit the buttons and switch on the hot water, getting instantly hard at the contented moan that escapes her lips the second the warm water touches her skin. “That’s better. A few more minutes of this and I might forgive your shower for assaulting me.”

Stripping from the rest of my clothes, I step in to join her, pulling her into my arms and loving the way she comes to me with no resistance. “And for the record, I didn’t go out with Melissa. I called her and canceled the next day,” I tell her, the gravity of what I almost lost forever settling like an anvil in my chest. “You are all I want, Lex.” I kiss her slowly this time, trailing my hands all over her body, needing to touch her, to feel her, to somehow ground myself to the fact that she’s really here and giving me a second chance. I fucked things up so bad before, I can’t make any mistakes this time.

“I missed you so much, baby. I don’t want to miss out on any more time with you.” Nipping her lip, sucking into my mouth for a second before continuing, “I missed your smile. I missed when you laugh so hard you snort. I missed the way your nose crinkles just a little when you smile really big.” I punctuate each sentence with a kiss. “I missed my friend. I’m not even sure when that happened, but I missed just calling and watching a show together. I missed everything about you, baby.”

Tears spill from her eyes as she loops her arms around my neck. “You mean it, Finn? It's not just because you have me here, naked in your shower?”

I hate the doubt creeping into her eyes. Pressing another kiss to her shoulder, I crowd into her space, lifting her chin to look directly at me. “Lex, of course I'm obsessed with your body, and still can’t believe you let me touch and explore you, but it's so much more than just sex, baby. It always has been.”

39

ALEXIS

I feel myself sway into him as his words soothe the pain I was holding onto. The fight drains from me as I relax in his arms, trusting him, ready to finally be with him. Finn grabs my thighs, lifting me easily, and I wrap my legs around him, not wanting any space between us. All the pent-up feelings and longing come crashing down on me and I'm frantic for him. “Finn, I need you now. I need you inside of me.”

He freezes, stopping the trial of kisses he had been peppering along my neck. “You sure, baby?”

Nodding, I squeeze my legs, raising up and notching his cock at my entrance. Holding his stare, I slam myself down onto him. His cock stretches me, filling me completely. Crying out, I don’t wait to adjust or even savor the feeling, I just ride him. His lips crash into mine, his tongue forcing its way through my lips, claiming me as he takes control, pounding into me. I let go, moaning into his mouth, and I love the growl I get in return.

Fisting his hair brutally as I hold on for dear life, while his powerful thrusts slam into me, my back knocking against the shower wall. His fingers dig into my thighs painfully. I relish every sensation. I fucking hope I have bruises there tomorrow, a visible reminder of this moment.

“Fuck, baby, I’m not gonna last. You feel too good and it’s been way too long since I was buried inside of you.”

“I don’t care, don’t stop, make me cum with you, Daddy.”

My words make his eyes flare. “Hold on, baby.” His thrusts grow brutally hard, his pelvis grinding into my clit with each motion, setting me on fire. My orgasm isn’t a slow build, no, it barrels through me, consuming me as I scream his name. With one final thrust, Finn yells, his cock swelling inside me before filling me. Panting, I drop my head to his shoulder and let the water run over us, washing away the pain of the last two months. I feel like I'm finally home, and it scares the hell out of me.

Finn cares for me in the shower, taking time to clean me up before lathering his hands and washing me with such tenderness I nearly cry. After we dry off, I find one of his button-up shirts in the closet and put it on. How many times have I fantasized about wearing one of his business shirts after sleeping with him? It’s surreal actually getting to do it. I breathe in the scent of him on the shirt, a mix of sandalwood with a tiny hint of citrus, a scent I missed in a visceral way. The shirt he had given me lost his scent. The day I noticed that, I cried for an hour. The pain of that memory threatens to steal the joy of now, so I force it from my mind.

The storm grew while we were in the shower. The power flickers a few times as we head for the kitchen in search of something to eat. We slice bread, cheese, and grab some fruit to go with our wine; neither of us are interested in a big meal. The whole time, he’s touching and kissing me like he can’t stand any loss of contact with my body. The attention feeding the need in me—I hadn’t realized how touch starved I was. Maybe I was just starving for his touch?

Heading into the living room with our food, we settle in for the night. Just as Finn goes to turn on the TV, the room is illuminated by a bright flash of lightning and a crash of thunder that shakes the house before everything goes black.

“Shit, hold on, Lex.” He turns the flashlight from his phone on, and I do the same. Another round of thunder and lightning crash over the house. Looking around, I can see the wheels turning in his head before a smile lights up his face. “Come on, follow me.” We make our way slowly into the den at the back of the house, forgetting the food we had brought into the living room.