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Finn clears his throat and shakes himself. “Umm … yeah. That too. And you’ve never done that? Not even in prison?”
“Nope. I barely kissed the women I was with before that.”
“Why me?”
I look up at his guileless eyes, wanting answers from me. Wanting to understand where my head is. “I won’t ever see you again when I let you go and I’m out of the country. Why should I deny myself something I want just because it’s new? This is a fantasy. Not one I thought I’d ever have, but a fantasy all the same. I’m not sure what I’m doing when it comes to you, but I don’t want to think too much. I was locked up for seven years, told when to eat, sleep, and shit. I want to live. Kissing you makes me feel alive, so I plan to keep doing it.” I tilt my head and assess him. “Unless you want me to stop.”
“No,” he answers quickly and desperately. “I don’t.”
“If all goes to plan, I’ll be gone in less than a month and you’ll be home. How about we enjoy each other until that happens?” He doesn’t answer right away and I look more closely at the set of his lips and the tightness of his eyes. “Are you still afraid of me?”
“Yes,” he mutters, uncrossing his arms from his chest, sliding from the sofa, and prowling over to me. I watch his body move as he slinks across the space between us and my heart rate kicks up. “But I like it.” He settles in my lap and puts his arms around my neck.
Sliding him forward, I drag my hands up his back into his hair and pull him in for a kiss. It’s slower than I would have imagined I was capable of, but it feels right. I wasn’t lying to Finn—kissing him does make me feel alive. It’s new and different for me but fuck it. I could be arrested and sent back to prison for the rest of my life, even sentenced to death if I’m caught. Why not live every day like I’ll be captured tomorrow?
I want Finn, so I’ll take him.
When we separate, Finn’s plush lips are red and kiss swollen, sexier than I would have imagined. He sighs against my mouth then rubs a thumb over my bottom lip. “Can we …” His cheeks turn red, then he drops his head, shaking it. “Never mind.”
I pinch his ass, making him yelp. “Tell me.”
“It might be crazy.”
“Nothing wrong with crazy.”
Finn nods. “Can we pretend? Like we’re here together? That you’re not on the run and you didn’t kidnap me? Can we pretend that we’re together and we planned to come here, like a vacation? Pretend to date?”
I bark a laugh. “I don’t date. I’ve never dated.”
His face drops. “Oh. Well, do you pretend-date?”
Pulling back from him, I peer into his eyes. What do I have to lose? “You do realize it can only last as long as I’m here, right?”
“I’m aware. I’ve always had a thing for the bad boys. But none have actually been dangerous. Just looked the part. But you? You’re the most dangerous man there is, Rax. And I can’t stop my hole from clenching every time I think about you naked. My cock twitches every time I think about how you would feel inside me. And I feel like I’m going to explode every time I imagine your cum leaking out of my hole after you breed me.”
God, my dick is rock hard, brushing against his nice ass. I massage it, thinking about how it felt around my dick when I took him down to the ground. Is he into that? I would love to play with him like that.
Threading my hands into his hair, I pull back roughly, wanting to test his limits. Finn’s head goes back and he moans, his cock twitching in his thin shorts and pretty panties. My other hand goes to his throat and he practically vibrates on my lap. Putting pressure on his throat, I lean him back so I can look at him. Finn’s breathing comes out in hard pants, his hips circling on my lap.
“You like that?” I ask unnecessarily.
“So much.”
“How rough can I be with you?” I need to know his limits. I know he likes this, but what else can I do to him?
Finn purrs, grinding on my cock. “As rough as I can take it. I can give you my safe words so you know when I’ve had enough. And Rax?”
“Hmm?” I hum, running my nose over his throat.
“I’ve never needed my safe words.”
Chapter 13
Finn
Honestly, I didn’t think Rax would go for it. When I suggested we pretend to be a couple here, like the outside world doesn’t exist, I thought he’d put on that sexy, growly voice of his, call me a kid and tell me to get my head out of the clouds or some shit. I tried to hide my surprise when he agreed.
After he showed me what I had to look forward to when I sat on his lap—his rough hands in my hair and around my throat—we unfortunately didn’t have sex. He sat me back on the couch, kissing my lips softly—another surprise. I expect his kisses to be rough and bruising—and some have been that way too—but I didn’t expect this … softness from him. I like it hard and rough, but I like this soft stuff too. Especially coming from someone hard like Rax.
