Page 24 of The Wedding Bargain


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If this was anyone else, I might describe it as revenge. And yeah, maybe there's a little bit of that in the way I kiss him, like I've been starved for good sex, like Steven could never satisfy me.

How disappointing is it going to be if Finn is bad at sex?

I can't say I really care.

I hold him by the collar of his t-shirt as I push myself up on the lower rungs of the barstool, barely balancing and not giving a damn. Finn's hands find the sides of my face, holding me to him as his fingers thread back into my hair.

It's only a matter of time before I lose my footing, though...

I feel it happening before I have a chance to stop it, and I fall forward onto the island as the barstool slips out from under my feet and clatters to the floor. I would have face planted on the counter, but Finn catches me by the elbows, leaving me bent over in a position that feels more like it belongs in a porno than a romance movie, my legs spread.

Finn's eyes dart back to my ass as he swallows hard.

"Shit...are you okay?" he asks. "I didn't...I didn't know that was going to--"

I don't let him finish, using my hold on him to climb up on the counter and keep kissing him. I'm not normally on this level in terms of horniness, but this is quite literally a dream come true, and I can't help but go crazy for him. Finn response instantly, wrapping his arms around my waist as I clamber over the island to put my knees on either side of his hips. He's still wearing his PJs, and I can feel his cock prodding between my legs even through my jeans.

That means...that means he's big.

God, of course he'sbig.

"We don't have to," he mumbles against my lips, trying to fit words in between kisses. Even as he says it, though, I'm reaching for the hem of his shirt, eager to get a look at him. I really did only come here to talk, but now it feels like this was always where we were going to end up. "We should...talk..."

I kiss him hard, then pull back for just a second, looking into his moss-green eyes. "We've spent so much time talking, Finn," I whisper. "Just...give me this."

I don't know if it's the tone of my voice or the words I chose, but that seems to flip a switch. His expression goes from disoriented to focused, his eyes fixing on me as they skate down my form. This isn't a flattering outfit, and I think I'm wearing some very ugly granny panties underneath, but the way he looks at me makes it seem like I'm decked out in the sexiest lingerie he's ever seen.

He nods slowly, sliding his hands under my t-shirt.

I take a sharp, staggered breath.

"If we're doing this...I'm doing it right," he growls.

Good line.

I kiss him again, harder than before, all thoughts of being too horny leaving me. "Then take me right," I whisper, hooking my thumbs into the waistband of his PJ pants.

He playfully slaps my hand away with a grin, and I moan as Finn pulls the t-shirt over my head, exposing my breasts. It's disappointing in a way; I just want him undressed, to see everything. I don't know what this says about me--that I'm more excited about getting to see him naked than being naked myself--but damn it, that's the way I am. He kisses my neck, taking my breasts in his hands and squeezing my nipples, sparks racing across my skin.

I can't help it.

I arch my back, my nipples brushing against his chest. That's exactly what I want, that's exactly what I need.

"You're so fucking hot," Finn growls, his voice gruff and low. I've never heard him like this. He's never been hungry forme, never wanted me.

Seriously, I think I might be dreaming.

He kisses me again, long and deep, then his deft hands are at the button of my jeans, the zipper, pulling them off my legs. I'm suddenly self-conscious, remembering that I haven't had a chance to shave, that I didn't plan for this--but Finn is moving too fast, going for my panties next, getting to his knees.

"Wait!" I squeak.

He stops dead, his eyes going wide.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asks.

"No," I gasp out. "I just...I haven't...I haven't shaved and it's--"

"I don't care if you don't," he says, his eyes meeting mine. "Jenny...I don't want to sound crass, but I want to lick your pussy. Please."

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