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IbringFinn’smouthto mine, crushing his to my own. The wet heat of his lips makes my head spin. Sweeping, he shoves his tongue past and I open for him greedily, letting him inside.
My body arches into his.
More. I need more.
His presence, his physique, and hisfuckingmouth anchor me back into the person I thought I had lost a long time ago.
Finn’s breath fans my face. A whimper pushes past my lips when my back is slammed into what I assume is one of the wooden poles of the gazebo. When had he walked us back and out of the rain?
Who cares?
He curves into me, a possessive growl ripping past his airway when my tongue starts to stroke his back. Sharp. Frantic. My pulse charges underneath my skin.
My brain is long past circuiting correctly, so much so that briefly, I wonder why I waited so long. Why did I fight him so hard on this one thing? If his tongue is silk, then his kiss is heaven. It’s euphoric, and I’m delirious.
I thought I’d become an expert at hiding my thoughts, locking away everything. Every doubt, insecurity,anger. It seemed to fool my parents at least, but since I’ve come back for the summer, that hasn’t been the case. Not with him.
So easily is Finn able to read me, opening me back up like our story is pages of a book that needs finishing.
Right now, he’s anything but gentle. He kisses me with more urgency, and I follow, matching him with a fervor of my own.
I go to try and grab the belt in his pants, but he grabs both of my wrists instead, using one of his hands and pinning them high above my head.
“I don’t remember telling you it was okay to touch wherever you please,” he chants. Pure need hidden underneath his rough tone.
“How many times have you told me to just tell you what I want?” I argue pathetically in my lust.
I’m too aware of how he holds himself, his posture as savage as his smile. My stomach does a little flip at his full-on bad-boy smirk. “Need or want?”
Ugh! Again, with this?
Needmy head screams.Needmy craving body screams.Needmy thirsty heart—
“Answer me.”
Tension fizzles between us like a grenade that hasn’t gone off, even though I’ve already pulled the pin.
“Need!” I scream. “I. need.You.” I pant, completely senile. “Only you.”
He glows at my confession. “Good girl.”
Finn’s approval trickles over my senses like warm liquid and it makes my toes curl.
“Hailey…” he begins, saying my name like it’s fragile and he could break me like I was made of glass. “I’m going to fuck you—”
God,yes!
“—Then I’m going to take you home and you’re going to let me love you properly.” His eyes deepen to the color of emeralds and gold. So serious and candid. Honest. “Deal?”
Yes! Yes! Yes!
“Words. Hailey,” he commands. His voice thick and hoarse. “Baby, I know what your eyes are telling me, but I need to hear you say the words…”
“Do it, Finn. Fuck me!” I grit out, practically on the verge of tears. I want him so badly.
It’s almost embarrassing how quickly I react, giving in now, whereas before, I fought so hard. My answer like gunfire in an open range. Perfectly aimed at its target and so, so freeing once the trigger is pulled.
Finn nudges a knee between my legs, widening me before he yanks. The grip he has on my bare thigh is predatory, dominant. The deep slit of my dress gives him perfect access, hooking my leg up and around his torso with skilled ease.
