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This is my one nonnegotiable as I finish straddling his thighs. My skin tingles as my pulse charges, and I swear my brain must have short-circuited for me to end up here, like this, on his lap, in the front seat of his car.
The smacking sound of the door as I shove it closed, the finality of my fate being sealed.
Finn’s eyes surge with electricity, so erotic and divine.
I incline my chin, fully aware of my actions and knowing exactly what I’ve gotten myself into the moment I entered his vehicle. The adrenaline from the way he’d held me back there, the high from our win the other night—
A hiss pushes past his teeth when I scrape my fingernails along the taut ripples that make up his stomach. Six perfectly shredded stonelike cuts are sculpted to absolute perfection.
How he lost his shirt, I have no idea, but I couldn’t care less, it being like a nail finding its coffin with my decision to give in.
Finn snatches an ironclad grip around my wrist, forcing my hand away from where my finger had trailed below his belly button and dipped, flirting along the line of his shorts and his impeccableV.
“How did you manage to sway everyone to go without you?” His voice was a strangled cough of desperation and restraint.
I could come undone off its bliss alone, it was so strained. So sexy.
I arch a brow. “Is this really what you want to discuss right now?”
“Fuck”—he rasps as his jaw nearly cracks in half from the strain—“no.”
I wiggle my hips deeper, grinding them into his pelvis with a smirk. “That’s what I thought.”
Truthfully, it was easier than I expected. Dad had already volunteered to take Aiden for me and head home since the tournament went later than we expected. “Take a night off. Go have fun with your friends. Enjoy the win. You earned it,” were his exact words as he nudged me back in their direction.
Cole and Eli, with them, it didn’t seem worthy enough to mention, so I hadn’t, figuring Rory could fill them in later. Honestly, I thought Rory would be the hardest to deceive, but she was surprisingly understanding and shrugged me off like it was no big deal.
My body wants Finn. This much I already know. It’s the racing thoughts inside my head I have to force to quieten to find the courage to be here.
Feverish, I want him everywhere, excluding his mouth on mine. It’s too personal…intimate, I guess? I’m not ready for that type of chaos. This type of situation is overwhelming enough.
Furiously a swarm of butterflies ignites in the pit of my stomach the more I allow my hips to rotate over his cock. Lethal, his hands move, climbing underneath my shirt and latching on with bruising strength around my waist.
“Tell me what you need, baby,” Finn purrs. A vein in his collarbone protrudes thick and proud. “I’ll give it to you. You just have to speak up. You said no kissing, so use that sweet mouth of yours and confess what you need instead.”
My face grows hot as more blood rises to my cheeks.
“Go on, beg,” he urges. “I used to love it when you begged.”
His eyes are twins of charged lust and corruption, and I’m a goner to being moral as soon as his thumb mocks, teasing the waistline of my spandex shorts.
I whimper. He’s torture and pure sin.
Finn smirks, liking the sound of my misery and he rewards himself by dipping his hand lower, teasing me completely now with his finger around my opening. He doesn’t go inside, provoking me to confess.
My eyes roll past the ceiling when his hand shifts higher and his thumb presses into my bud, making small torturous circles. A crippling moan pushes past my lips, and I suddenly couldn’t be more grateful for the tinted windows on his car.
“Fuck me!” I scream. My eyes as feral as my heartbeat. “I want you to use your cock and make me come,” I say when I can no longer manage the torment.
I want him to fuck me so savagely, so roughly, that everything else ceases to exist. The pain, the suffering, all of it gone for a single, blissful moment of reprieve.
“Make me forget it all, Finn,” I beg on a plea of a confession. “It’s what I want,” I insist, craving the release.
I feel the way his body tenses under the candidness of my comment. His fingers go cold in his touch between my thighs as he stalls, going completely still.
Hindering the euphoria building between my legs.
“Please,” I pant softly.
