Page 65 of Resurrection

With my finger, I trail a path from his temple to his lips. “You won’t ruin me. You’ll show me what I’ve been missing.”

His hand skims up and down my bare leg, and he seems lost in thought for a moment. Impossible to read.

“Finn?”

Both of his hands slip under my shoulder blades and he rocks against me, his underwear the only barrier between us. I arch to meet him.

“I don’t understand how a bastard like me got another chance with you.” His face sinks into my neck, and I run my fingers through his hair, my breath hitching each time he slides against me. “But I’m not letting you go this time.”

His lips work their way to my mouth, and he deepens the kiss as his hips rock against me again. “You’re mine. Just mine.”

I grip his ass, locking him tight to me. “I want to feel you. All of you.”

“Don’t worry.” He’s going down my body again. “You’ll get it all.” He kisses my inner thighs, making me squirm. “When I’m ready to give it to you.” His tongue flicks along my center. “Anticipation is half the fun.”

While his tongue and fingers bring me to the edge over and over, I dig my hands into the covers on the bed and then slide them through his hair.

“Finn,” I murmur. “Please.”

He rises off the bed and removes his boxers. His body is still riddled with bandages, but his movements are sure and fluid. “Turn over.”

I don’t need to be asked twice. I flip onto my stomach and rise onto my knees. Finn kisses my back before sliding into me. His hand comes around and rubs my clit in a circular motion.Each thrust is slow and deliberate, so slow I try to increase the rhythm, but his grip on my hips slows me every time.

I moan. My body is so rigidly strung I’m not sure what I want more. Half of me never wants the pleasure to end, and the other half is begging, straining for the release.

“Faster,” I pant. “Please.”

He picks up the pace for a few thrusts but doesn’t increase the pressure of his hand. I take one of my own and urge his fingers to rub against me.

“I want you to come so hard you forget where you are.”

His lips brush my neck as he plunges even deeper. I gasp.

“And then I’ll get you to do it again.”

His fingertips circle me as he glides in and out faster and harder, and I have to put my hand back on the bed, pressing my face into the mattress to muffle my scream as my orgasm rocks through me.

With a few more thrusts, he follows me over the edge and collapses onto my back.

“I think I saw Ireland,” I mutter.

He chuckles, and my heart warms. “Fuck Ireland.” His voice is rough in my ear. “Next time, we’re aiming for the stars.”

I stuff the last few things in my purse, and I glance over at Finn who is still lying in bed, the covers snug around him. He’s drinking the coffee I made him and watching me pack. We didn’t get much sleep last night. But I saw stars. An abundance of stars.

“Intergalactic travel is hard on me.” He raises his cup to his lips and smirks.

I laugh. “You think we discovered new planets last night?”

“You realize the obvious joke is something involving Uranus, right?” He winks at me.

Another laugh escapes me. “You’ll stay here? You’re not going to appear suddenly at my breakfast meeting.”

“I’m staying here. I got plans for you when you get back.” He twists to put his coffee cup on the nightstand. “But when we land in Switzerland, we need to discuss security for you. Most of the countries and cities you visit, I can’t go without taking a massive risk. What happened yesterday isn’t fucking happening again.”

“I know. Jay will be with me. I’ll be more careful. The meeting will be fine.” I pick up the hotel notebook and consider putting it in my bag along with the pen.

“Yeah. Jay’s stellar—as a secretary. Yesterday proved he’s shit at keeping you safe. That’s unacceptable.”

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