Page 65 of A Violet Obsession

Finn is staring at me with what can only be described as fascination.

“I trust you… Obviously I trust you. I’m literally putting my life in your hands. But it’s more than that. What I’m trying to say…”

“Take a breath, Lily,” Finn chuckles. “You sound like Emma.”

“Emma’s the best.” I grin happily at the thought of my best friend.

“If you say so.”

“Why are you so far away?” I say, jumping to my feet. My legs are a little unsteady as I round the table, which is weird because I only had one glass of wine.

Finn turns his legs away from the table so that he’s facing me when I reach him. “What are you doing, Lily?”

“I need a favor,” I say, bracing my hands on his shoulders. My skin is hot and tingly, and I want to touch him so badly.

His body has turned to stone beneath me.

“You were an excellent teacher today, with the shooting,” I say, surprised to hear how low my voice has suddenly gone. “You called me baby.”

Finn’s throat moves, and I watch—almost like it’s someone else—as my pointer finger traces its way from his collar to his jaw and then smooths over the rough stubble on his cheek. I lean down, one hand finding the warm, solid plane of his chest, right over his heart. It kicks under my palm, and a spike of pleasure surges through me before settling between my legs.

He wants this as much as I do.

“I need you to teach me how to do something else.”

“What?” he rasps, his chest lifting quicker than before.

“I need you to teach me how to fuck properly.”

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FINN

I watch her plump lips form the word, almost as if I’m in a dream. But it’s not a dream because, even before I can process what she’s saying, Lily is in my lap, and I’m rock hard.

I should stop this, right? But fuck if I can remember why.

Lily straddles my thighs, her knees clamping onto the sides of my hips. The firelight turns her copper curls into liquid flame and paints her flushed cheeks gold. She’s wearing my hoodie and those damn leggings, and she feels like every fantasy I’ve ever had.

“Lily,” I manage through gritted teeth, desperate to keep my hands on the table and not sink them into the flesh of her hips and pull her down against me.

There’s something wrong with what she just said.

She didn’t say she wanted to fuck. She said properly. What the hell does that mean?

But those questions and my control fly out into the night when she leans forward, pressing her full breasts against my chest, and purrs in my ear. “Do you want me to stop?”

Fuck no.

“Don’t you want to kiss me?” That erotic voice winds its way through my brain. “Because I want you to kiss me. I want you to put your mouth on every part of me.” Her breath hitches, and she grinds against me, slow and deliberate, dragging herself along the rigid length of my cock through our clothes.

I clench every muscle in my legs, fighting the urge to thrust up into her. I’m so fucking hard it hurts. I’ve been aching for her all day, and now she’s in my lap, rolling her hips like she was born to ride me, and I’m seconds away from embarrassing myself like a goddamn teenager.

“Lily,” I growl in warning, but my hands betray me. They leave the table and grip her hips, fingers digging into the soft give of her ass as I guide her movements. She moans softly and rocks harder, grinding down on my cock in tight, needy circles that have me seeing stars.

“Goddamn it,” I rasp. My head falls back as she leans in and kisses my neck, sucking lightly at the skin just below my jaw. One of her hands slides into my hair, tugging hard.

I slide a hand under her hoodie, stroking over the bare skin of her back before moving higher to tug down the cup of her bra, until her hot satiny skin spills out over my fingers. She undulates harder, chasing the friction.