Page 75 of When The Rain Falls

I bite my lip and watch with jealousy as he takes himself in his hand. He pumps himself proudly into a coiled fist. Finally, his hand tugs the skin down, revealing a smooth, glistening head.

When I pant at the sight, Finn’s eyes spark. “You like what you see?” he growls. “See how much I want you?” He gives himself a final, slow pump.

“I can see, bear,” I murmur. “And I don’t want to watch anymore. I want to feel you. I want you inside me.” As I say the words, liquid seeps between my legs. I’m aching for him. He lets out a garbled breath through his nostrils and the back of his throat does something rumbly and guttural.

“Good. Because I’m done, Aimee.” His voice is husky. “I’m done holding back. I’m done fighting off all the ways I want to touch you. But I need you to be patient just a little longer. Because right now, I want to taste you.” He abandons his task as he settles over my body. He plants a kiss on my mouth and it blooms like a wildflower. Unpredictable, rugged, strong. He tugs my shirt up, hiking it above my breasts. And then his mouth continues its scorching trail down my skin. In the valley between my breasts, along the band of my bra, and farther still. His mouth falls on the soft skin of my abdomen. And my chest heaves, my body rises, as I eagerly push his head lower.

He pulls the leg of my shorts to the side and then he’s digging under my thong, desperate to uncover me. With one swipe, I’m exposed. I give out a quick cry of surprise when the cool air teases my skin, raising it into thrilling goosebumps.

“I’d kick the ass of every man who didn’t want you, Aimee,” his voice is a whisper between my legs. “But I’d rather thank them instead.” He cleaves my legs further apart with the bulk of his body. “Because I get to have you.” His broad shoulders, thick arms, hungry eyes fall between my legs.

“Now,” his eyes grow almost wicked, “I’m going to wring every last ounce of pleasure from your sweet, little body.” He seizes my gaze as he slowly lowers his head. “And you’re going to give me all of it, aren’t you?” He kisses my inner thigh, but his gaze doesn’t leave my face.

“Yes,” I pant. “All of it.” I arch my back and tease my nipples under my bra.

When he swipes a tongue across my clit, I grow distracted, dazed, obsessed with the thought of the sensation repeating.

“Aimee,” he murmurs. “The view from down here is perfect.Youare perfect.” I run my fingers through his hair, desperate for him to continue. I’m a quivering heap of flesh and nerve as my body begs for him.

He swipes again. And then he kisses. And then he sucks. He pulls my clit into his mouth and my eyes squeeze shut as pleasure rips through me. I lift a leg onto his back. And he dives in. The corded muscles of his shoulder tensing and contracting beneath my thigh. A long, needy moan topples out of my mouth.

“Quiet, baby,” he hushes me. I cover a gasp with both hands as I writhe and jerk beneath him.

His mouth tugs, and suckles, and nips at me, searing every nerve ending with pleasure. Then I lose all control. My fingers curl into his hair and I moan out his name as my stomach clenches tightly.

25A BIG FUCKING MISTAKE

FINN

The moonlight paintsAimee’s skin as she’s sprawled on her back beneath me. Every square inch of her flesh touched by the moon is radiant.

The sight of her turns me downright feral. Pink, wet, legs spread, lips parted. Parted for me. The way she watched me stroke myself. The way she wants me. The hunger in her eyes. These are all things I haven’t felt in years. And I’m quickly becoming addicted. Not just to how she feels when I touch her, supple, enticing, tender. But to how I feel when I’m around her.

I kiss her between the legs, suck her, gently tug at her with my teeth. She loves all of it. Everything I do to her sends her body writhing and tensing for more. She bucks into me and moans again. Her head back, her neck to the sky, her hands bracing in my hair. She’s so fucking responsive. She’s so fucking sexy.

My head is going to get whiplash. First, she pulled me out of a spiral and now she’s sent me on a trajectory, soaring straight for the sky above us. I don’t know how she did it. I can’t pinpoint when or how my mood changed. Fuck. I only know that I needed this. I needed her. Sexy, soft, and bold, to help me find a piece of my old self. To remind me that good things can still happen.

Aimee clamps her thighs around my head when she comes, hard and violent. Her muscles contract. Her body pitches. Her chin juts up to the sky. And when she’s done, I rise to her face, catch her panting mouth with mine. I kiss her as I guide her back down from her soaring pitch to ecstasy. Her quick, short breaths filling my open mouth is nothing short of delicious.

And I’m not even fucking done with her. My body is already rolling over hers. Feeling her come only made my dick that much harder. My erection digs against her belly and I want to drown it in friction. Against her skin, inside her. We move against each other in a passionate, wild rhythm.

Whatever happened with Nicole does not seem to be happening now. Nicole be damned. It was probablyherthis whole time. Not me. There’s nothing fucking broken about me.

And the soaring in my chest comes crashing down when it hits me. Fuck. I don’t have a single fucking condom to my name. After years of holding out, building walls, keeping distance, it comes to this. One raging hard boner, one delicious willing woman, and zero fucking condoms.

“Aimee,” I breathe her name against the column of her neck. Her legs are cocooning around my waist, her heels digging into my back, and my bare cock is grinding between her legs. Even though I know this is a dangerous game, that I have to stop before I lose control, I’m sliding over the thin fabric of her thong as she rolls her hips into me.

“I got rid of all my condoms,” I force myself to spit out the words. “Years ago. I don’t have any.” I force myself to stop grinding and I wait for her to slump back against the deck in disappointment. She doesn’t.

“Years ago?” she asks. Fuck. I hadn’t meant to confess that much. “That sounds like something that needs to be unraveled.” One of her legs slides down my backside as she kisses me hard along the jaw. “But not right now.”

“But—”

“I have an IUD.” She dismisses my concern. The heat of the moment has cooled a bit now. I take a moment to admire the warmth of her round eyes. Her hands are drawing circles on my back. I press my forehead to hers.

“Do you want this?” I nuzzle her nose. The reality of what is about to happen now hits me hard. The thing I’ve avoided for years. It’s staring me in the face. With fuckable lips, and wavy hair, and flushed, rounded cheeks.

“Yes, bear. I want this,” she murmurs. “All of you. This feels so perfect. You’re going to feel so good.” Her voice is downright angelic as she heaps the praise on me.

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