Page 140 of Letters to Molly (Maysen Jar 2)

Finn walked me backward, his arm never once leaving my back. His hand was firmly tangled in my hair, holding my head at whichever angle suited his tongue best.

Patience had disappeared the second his lips touched mine. As I tugged at his shirt, we crashed into the wall, my hip ricocheting hard enough to tangle up my feet. Finn held tight, steadying me. But instead of continuing our walk, he pressed me against the wall.

One of his hands moved to my breast. The other moved from my hair down to my ass. He squeezed both, the bite of his fingertips sending a rush of pleasure to my center.

I was throbbing, aching for more. I met his darkened and hungry gaze then circled my hips forward, wanting to feel his erection beneath his jeans. It felt like years since we’d been together, not months. And tonight was more than sex.

This was the turning point.

Finn was claiming me. We both knew that after this, we’d never go back. We were all in, taking this journey together. Taking another chance on one another.

There would be people who’d call us reckless for getting together when we’d already tried once, crashed and epically burned. I didn’t care what people thought. No one knew about Finn and me. No one except us.

Finn pulled me away from the wall, his hand on my ass holding tight. The hand on my breast lifted so he could snake it around my back, then he rushed down the hall. At the doorway to his bedroom, we stumbled again, his shoulder smashing into the doorframe.

We were like a pinball, bouncing off every surface until we finally found the bed. We broke apart and I hopped onto the mattress, still bouncing as I ripped my shirt over my head. Finn kicked off his shoes and toed off his socks. He undid just enough buttons on his shirt to reach behind his head and pull it away.

By the time he was unzipping his jeans, I was naked but for my thong. The moment his eyes landed on the scrap of fabric, he let out a long curse that filled the room. “Fuck.”

“I’d love to.” I smirked. “Lose the pants.”

His devilish grin made me shiver. The pulsing in my core was like a bass drum as he unzipped his jeans and ripped them down his legs along with his boxer briefs. His cock sprang free, thick and hard and weeping for attention.

I licked my lips as he settled between my legs. As he leaned down, my nipples skimmed against his hard chest, making me desperate.

Finn kissed at my neck, moving his way down my collarbone to the valley between my breasts. Then he dipped lower, his tongue snaking its way across the curve of my belly.

“Finn.” His name was a whisper as he sank to his knees and stroked his tongue through my folds. I was so primed, so needy, I arched off the bed when he placed a soft kiss on my clit. My fingers dove into his hair, the rusty locks smooth and silky between my fingers.

He stroked and lapped, bringing me close to an orgasm in seconds. Then, when my legs were shaking and my heart racing, he pulled away. My head flew up off the mattress, my eyes wide. Finn’s cocky grin was waiting as he wiped his bottom lip.

One of his hands slid down his flat stomach, bringing my gaze along with it. He fisted his shaft and stroked twice.

“God, I never thought I’d get to see this.”

“What?” I whispered.

“You. Naked on my bed. More beautiful than the day we met.”

My heart. I held a hand over my bare chest to keep it from flying away.

Finn came to me, his eyes locked on mine as he lowered his weight onto me. He dragged the tip of his cock through my center once and thrust forward, stealing my breath as he brought us together.

I was lost in the feel of him inside me as he began to move. Just like we had for years, he made me tremble. He brought us to the edge in a way that made me forget everything but Finn.

We came together in a rush, the build so strong and consuming I opened my mouth in a silent scream. Finn’s entire body quaked as he poured into me, the aftershocks leaving us both a loose-limbed heap on the bed.

When we’d regained our breaths and the white spots had cleared from my vision, I smiled against his stubbled cheek. “I like your bed.”

“Good.” He chuckled. “Because you’re sleeping in it tonight.”

With a quick kiss on the neck, he pushed off the bed and went into the attached bathroom, flipping on a light. The sound of running water echoed into the bedroom and I smiled. He knew I liked to clean myself, and he was making sure the water would be warm when I went into the bathroom.

I pushed off the bed and wandered around the room, my legs jelly and my steps unsure. My eyes darted into the dark closet as I passed the opening. Was that where he’d kept the letters he’d sent me? The question came out of nowhere, but I wanted to know.

“Did you keep the letters in this closet?” I asked Finn.

He nodded. “Yeah. In a box in the top. Why?”