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Chapter Twelve
Olivia
He’s staring at me like I’m a deer in headlights right now, and I don’t know what to make of it. Sure, I was a bit forward and maybe I sounded desperate, but don’t men like it when women are being forward like this?
“I know what I’ve asked of you is a lot—” Finn cuts me off by crushing his lips down onto mine. At first, I think they’re dominating, which is a bit scary if I’m being honest, but he quickly eases up.
One hand holds the back of my neck, while his free hand snakes around my waist and holds the small of my back. His sun-cracked lips compress together with mine and heat begins to radiate through my body. It starts in the center of my gut and slowly spreads through my chest, up my neck, and straight into my cheeks.
Finn’s tongue is hungry, claiming mine in the most delicate of ways. He growls lowly, and while for a split second, I’m afraid, I know he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me.
I’ve had so much taken from me, and now I’m willingly giving into a situation I know nothing about. Nothing except pain that is. This is different, though. I trust Finn with my life, and while I don’t think I would’ve been confident saying it before, I sure am now. This man with his lips savoring mine is the man of my dreams. Months ago I wouldn’t have admitted it, but being here in his arms feels so safe, like he’s my home.
Finn pulls his lips away from mine slightly, breaking our kiss for the moment. His dark eyes stare into mine and his heavy breath hits my lips. He’s breathing in and out ever so harshly, but hasn’t yet said a word. His chest rises and falls, and I know whatever he’s about to say must be conflicting.
“I want nothing more than to ravage your body, Olivia, but I don’t want to force you into something.” He rasps out every word and searches my eyes for some sort of answer.
I take my hand and slowly move it up his suit jacket, take his tie in my hand and tug it slightly. “Finn, I want this. I want us.” I speak with the utmost sincerity, craving him in a way I haven’t craved any other. I know my experiences with sex thus far haven’t been great, and the reality of my past weighs heavily over my head. But I know I can’t let my demons haunt me forever. It’s a push and pull battle, and I’m going to try this with Finn. Hell, I know what type of man he is. If I ask him to stop, he’ll stop. I haven’t told him about the incident yet, my attack I mean, though I will eventually do so. However, I’m not telling him until it poses an issue. The last thing I want for him is to see me as this broken, damaged woman, when I’m anything but.
“Fuck,” he curses and claims my lips yet again. Both of us lose a bit of control, and his hands paw at me, while mine are under his suit jacket, sliding it down his arms. It falls to the floor with a thud, and I hungrily undo every button on his dress shirt, hitting them one by one and then do the same thing with his shirt that I did with his jacket.
In all the years I’ve known him, this is the first time I’ve seen the man shirtless. I had no idea how many tattoos he has. They’re across his chest, down both of his arms. Sure, I’ve known about the ones on his neck and hands, but he’s always worn dress shirts whenever he’s around me. Gosh almighty, the ink looks so good on his skin.
I break our kiss and we both catch our breath. Finn rakes his eyes over me and licks his bottom lip. “I’ll cut this dress off you if I have to. God, how the fuck did you get it on in the first place?” Finn grumbles. Moving both his hands behind my neck, he fumbles with the button on the top of my halter. The dresses Madelaine picked for her bridesmaids are gorgeous, a vibrant eggplant color, with a high halter design. There’s even a high slit up my left leg, giving it a sophisticated yet sexy look.
“Fuck this,” Finn comments in frustration and drops to his knees. He pulls up the skirt of my dress and tugs on my matching lace underwear. The distinctive sound of the lace ripping is soon met with his mouth on my pussy, and I lean my head back against the wall as the sensations grow more intense.
He suckles my clit into his mouth and growls as he works on my swollen flower. Finn even reaches a hand between my legs and slowly eases a couple of fingers in and out of my pussy. I moan, unable to keep quiet, and rake my hands through his hair.
“Finn,” I breathlessly rasp as he stops suckling and begins flicking his tongue against my clit, sending electric volts through my body one at a time. He picks up the pace, pumping his fingers in and out of me and my knees begin to shake.
Heat pools in my center, and he mutters something against my pussy, lapping at my lips like a kitten would at milk. With every flick of his tongue and pump with his fingers, I begin to see stars, and before I realize what’s happening, I’m screaming his name.
He smiles against my heat as a wave of wetness comes from me and he continues toying with me, dragging my orgasm out. When he’s satisfied, he rises out from under my skirt and crashes his lips down onto mine. I know I asked for him to make love to me, but I like this so much more. The sweetness on his lips, the satisfaction from us both. My heart pumps heavily in my chest and as he has a hand on my cheek, deepening the kiss, I fumble with his belt and pull his cock free.
It’s warm and the head of his cock is oozing with precum. I push my tongue into his mouth and dance with his while I use my free hand to force him closer. Meanwhile, I keep stroking his cock. Wrapped tightly around the shaft, I go up and down and drag the precum coating his head down over his shaft. He hisses through our kiss, and I lift my leg.
Finn catches on quickly and hooks an arm under my leg, then pulls me up with his other and breaks the kiss for a moment. “This isn’t making love, Olivia. I’m sorry, but fuck, I’m being selfish right now. I want to ravage every inch of your beautiful body.”
Instead of answering him, I wrap my hands around his neck and kiss him. It’s hot, sensual, and I flutter my lips over his in a delicate yet hungry manner. The head of his cock lines up at my entrance, and I tense in anticipation, craving so badly to know how it feels when the two of us combine in one.
He eases himself into me slowly at first, and before I realize it, I’m thrusting my hips to meet his movements. His balls slap against my skin, and my walls tighten around his member. Fuck, this feels so good. So fucking euphoric. So . . . so much different than what I know.
“Goddammit, your pussy is fucking perfect,” Finn growls, breaking our kiss yet again.
I bite my bottom lip as a rush of electricity spreads across my skin, and Finn hisses. “Fuck, yes! Yes, yes, come for me, baby, come for me.” He kisses my lips in a chaste manner and his heated breath hits my skin.
He continues pounding himself into me, and I lose it all. “Finn!” I scream, digging my nails into his back, and he goes harder.
“Yes, baby, take it all. Let me coat your fuckin’ pussy with my seed,” Finn snarls and captures my lips yet again. This kiss, though, it’s completely consuming, and I now know I never want this to end. I’m not going to lie. I had worried we wouldn’t be able to connect on the physical level, but we’ve more than connected, we’re made for each other.
