Page 49 of Camera Shy

“Fuck my face, baby. I want to taste how hard you come,” he growls.

I make a point to find my eyes in the mirror.

Then I explode.

And Finn’s right.

It’s so fucking beautiful.

He’s patient through my orgasm. He even stands and lays me backward, so I can relax. The cool granite touching every inch of my skin is a welcome relief.

“I’ll be right back,” he says and then disappears through the closet to the master bathroom. I hear water running. Understandable. He’s probably rinsing off his face, seeing as I drenched it. Finn returns with a robe draped over his arm. It suddenly dawns on me that my bikini top is still on. That was hands down the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my life, and my top is on, covering Finn’s favorite part of my body.

This night has barely begun.

“Why are your pants still on?” I ask, nodding toward his shorts. Never have I been more eager to see a man’s erect penis before in my life.

Except Finn cringes. Apologetically.

“Hop down,” he says, holding out his arms to catch me. Draping the robe over me, he kisses my cheek. “Come on.” Grabbing my hand, he leads me to the bedroom. He just tasted the most intimate part of my body, but it still gives me nervous flutters when he holds my hand. Leading me to the bed, Finn pulls the corner of the cover down and guides me into a sit. He joins me, sitting right beside me, shoulder to shoulder. “Can I get you anything? Water? A beer?”

“Why do I feel like you’re leaving?”

He lets out a big sigh. “Because I am.”

“Did I do something wrong—”

“Don’t even say it, Avery.” He kisses my shoulder. “You are perfect. In fact, you really got into it.”

I turn my head to face him and he’s smirking. I roll my eyes. My confidence has sobered, and I’m embarrassed at how animalistic I just acted on that closet counter.

“Sorry. It’s not my usual style…”

“Don’t be. It was great. But I realize that you must be really comfortable with me to let your guard down like that.”

I pat his knee. “I am.” It’s strange. It doesn’t make sense. But I am.

“Which means I have more responsibility in this than I realized,” he says softly.

“What does that mean?”

Finn turns his knee in to face me. He tucks a loose hair behind my ear as he speaks, “When I left you in the hot tub, I got a call.”

“I know.” I’m worried about why he’s grimacing. “Who called?”

“Someone who really pissed me off.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

He releases something between a laugh and a grunt. I’m not sure exactly. I just know it means hell no. “I was upset, so I came over thinking we could have some fun and comfort each other, but I want tonight to stay just for you. Can I take you out before we go any further?”

Out? Like into the world? Where people would see us together? “Finn…you told me you weren’t ready for a relationship, and I heard you loud and clear. Mason and I just broke up as well. I have no expectations from you. I’m not trying to trick you into dating me. I really just needed a safe space to explore this side of myself.” A secret, safe place. Because if people knew what we were up to, Finn might be the one embarrassed for a change.

“I wasn’t thinking that.” He cocks his head to the side. “I meant, let’s go to dinner as friends. Just because I’m not your boyfriend, doesn’t mean I don’t respect you. You told me you want me to teach you how to have good sex. No matter how you look at it, it gives me the upper hand and puts you in a vulnerable position.”

“True.” I’m impressed with his intuitiveness here. Really impressed. It’s strange, almost.

“I think we’re going to have fun doing this, but let me be a good guy about it. Okay? So have dinner with me tomorrow night, and then I’ll fuck you senseless right after.”

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