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The kitchen behind became hazy. Irrelevant. She’d never touched anyone, or been touched by anyone like this before. The access to his body made her mind greedy to touch more and more and—
“More,” she whispered.
Fionn’s stifled breath was so close to her mouth now, and she found something gentle in his vulnerability that made her want to tend to him whatever way he wanted.
Her fingers clasped the worktops ledge as he eagerly leaned into her neck to kiss it. Kiss it so hard she thought he might take a lump out of it. Sadistically, she would let him. She gasped at the increasing touch. Felt intoxicated and without exterior purpose.
Into his neck she offered a soft nibble, right beneath the cusp of his ear.
His hand smacked onto the counter causing the plates behind to rattle and collapse further into the sink.
Áine didn’t care, she was too distracted by his fingers, running up her inner thigh. They suddenly hooked the sides of her flowered underwear. Then their eyes met as his intention became clear. It was sharp—his gaze, and yet he still had remnants of sadness sheening them.
Her hands instinctively wanted to reach out to stop him, but she fought the urge with hitched breaths, and squeezed the worktop harder, giving him a slight nod.
Fionn dragged at the hem of both sides, causing a shiver to run up her spine. She arched to make it easier for him to keep going, her heart rising her chest so fast she thought it might give out if she dared to reach for the button on his trousers.
He spread her wide as she chewed on her top lip to conceal how close to the edge she was before it even started.
“Do you like this?” he asked, bringing his hand to her opening.
Nervous to say the wrong thing she settled for, “Yes.”
The single word was enough to have him quickly push two fingers inside. As she gasped, he left them there, testing her reaction before finding a slow rhythm. She moved with him, willing them to do deeper as her eyes closed to heighten this tender feeling. Tender and yet so pleasing it crawled to every inch of her body.
She reached for his pants.
A beep came from outside the door. And another.
“Oh my God!” She gasped.
In a beat, she dipped away while Fionn turned to the table, cupping his mouth and flaring nostrils.
She pulled her underwear back up in one swipe that uncomfortably rolled the hem across her hips.
“So, I’ll see you—”
“Yep!” He cut her off.
“Feel better soon,” she called back when darting for the door.
“Áine.”
She peered back over her shoulder, still moving, “Yeah?”
“Thanks.”
“Go to the doctor. Please.”
Áine banged the door shut, unable to pause the reel of delicious moments and touches playing over and over her head. She shivered again at the thought of his fingers and what they would do next time.
Next time.
An awful feeling in her belly replaced her elation. Because whatever just happened between them was only ever going to be conserved in that moment. She was his outlet. She was stupid to think it was going to go any further. Selfish even.
“I’m just a weakened currency,” she muttered when strapping over her seatbelt.
“A what?” Dennis asked as he clicked on his left indicator.
