Page 74 of When The Rain Falls

I know the look on his face. The hunger. The desire. It’s how all the other men in my life have looked at me.

Isn’t it?

I find myself desperate to give in. Completely. His words are setting me on fire. But I’m not sure what I’m giving in to. Is this the same old games? The same rehearsed lines? Or is this something more?

He says he wants me now. But what about last night? The signals he’s giving me are always changing. “If you want me, then you need to prove it,” I whisper seductively into his ear. “Show me.” I trail my hand along the stubble of his jaw. It tensesand tightens beneath my touch. The veins in his neck jump. The muscles across his body contract.

He reminds me of a stallion now. Irises wild and untamed. Nostrils flaring. Still, but dangerous. Coiled with tension. I want to feel that power, that danger, on my skin. With my every nerve. Across my whole body.

“Aimee,” he growls again. “You want me to prove it?”

I find the rasp in my voice. The one that drives men to the edge. And I slip it on. “I want you to touch me.” I trace the curve of his bicep, follow the vein up his arm.

Finn is breathing heavy. His chest surging up and down when he finally wraps his hand in my hair and pulls gently, tipping my chin to the sky. When his lips trail down my neck, a terrible, wonderful thumping grows faster inside my chest. It settles heavy between my legs.

He guides me down against the cool planks of the decks as he leans over my body. Our lips meet, but he’s the one driving the kiss. His muscled frame taking control from above me. Pushing me into the deck like he can’t get close enough.

The plush of his thick lips massage mine. He parts my mouth and flicks his tongue in. He kisses me with so much power and passion that it forces me to respond in kind. When I moan, there’s nothing rehearsed about it. And when I cry his name into his open mouth, there’s nothing rehearsed about that, either.

For the first time, my body is responding spontaneously. This doesn’t feel like I’m chasing a thrill. For once, it doesn’t feel like I’m checking off steps, like following a recipe. It feels organic. It feels like he’s sent me into a free fall with him. But in a freefall that makes me feel safe.

His hand skims gently over a breast and sends a wave of need down my body. My chin tips to the sky and my back arches when his palm flattens against my skin and begins to slide downward.Then his fingers are at the band of my shorts, teasing and tempting me before they dip below.

Finn told me I made him feel unstuck. And now he’s the one who’s freeing me. Freeing me from the tiring loop of worn out phrases and clichéd moves. It feels like running through an open meadow with no defined trail, the wind on my face, and a universe of possibilities opening at my feet. It’s absolutely exhilarating.

Finn’s arm is toned and thick as it brushes against my breast. His hand disappears beneath my shorts and then, he pauses.

“Should I keep going, Aimee?” He nuzzles his face into the cove where my neck meets my shoulder, kissing my skin and dragging his mouth along the column of my neck. And it feels like he’s all over my body now. Because then the rough pads of his fingers skim distractingly lower. I can’t find my voice. I’m distracted by the pulse between my legs, flickering hot and desperate.

“Aimee, fuck. Answer me.” Finn’s voice is flustered, grasping for control. But there’s nothing for him to grab but my body. Open, inviting, begging.

“Do I really need to answer?” I whimper. “When it’s so clear that I’ve been begging for you for days? Do you know how many times I’ve imagined this?”

His hands slip lower, to where I’m slippery and slick. His fingers tease me there, exploring me. My breathing hollows out. Then he’s sliding back up. Wet fingers finding the spot where I’m tender and needy. It’s his flesh against mine. And it’s equally soothing and unsettling. The way his touch calms me, but also drives my hunger higher. A moan of deep pleasure passes from my lips as he presses in soft, gentle circles.

“Goddamn, this soft pussy. Is this how you imagined it, Aimee? Each time you thought about me touching you?”

“No,” I whimper again. “It’s even better than I imagined.”

Finn grinds against me and I feel his cock, long and hard against my body. I grind back into him. “Fucking Christ, I love the flush on your cheeks. And I love that I put it there.” His lips tease mine as he works me with his hand. Circling me expertly. Until a rising tide of pleasure threatens to spill out of me.

When my hips rise to his fingers, Finn groans. “You want more? You want it harder? All you have to do is ask.”

“All I have to do is ask?” I sass as my hips drive into his hands. “Is it that easy? Are you going to grant all my wishes now?”

“Yes, baby girl. All of them. Tell me what you want.” The waybaby girlrolled off his tongue has me nearly seeing stars. But then a thought strikes me. He’s seen and felt so much of me. And I’ve seen so little of him.

“Take yourself in your hands, bear. I want to watch you.” My heart pounds as the confession passes my lips.

“You like to watch?” His eyebrow raises in intrigue. “I’ll let you watch. But you have to take over.” He takes my wrist and guides my hand between my legs. “This sweet pussy gets attention all night, until it’s satisfied. Got it?” I nod as my cheeks heat. I gladly obey, circling myself as I watch him rise from my body. Towering above me. Taking me in greedily. “That’s it, baby. You do that so well.”

“I practice every night. I touch myself and think of you,” I pant. His eyes flicker with lust at my words.

“Fuck, Aimee. I think of you.” I tingle at his confession. His hand slips into his joggers, where they’re tenting and bulging. He strokes himself beneath the fabric and I’m entranced. His long, languid strokes capture my gaze and hold it hostage. The movement merely suggesting at his length. And God, the suggestion is there.

His eyes rake over my body as he continues to touch himself. I do the same thing to him. And we’re caught in a hypnotic web of ravenous stares.

When he slides his joggers down, his cock jolts free, snapping up against his torso. The suggestion did not lie. He’s long and thick and fully intact. Just the sight of him makes my mouth water. The way his foreskin hoods his tip. I want to slip it down and trace his head with my tongue. I’m going to havesomuch fun with that.

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