Page 34 of Enemy Kisses

I take a tentative sip, surprised to find it’s the same as I was drinking at his pub earlier. My eyes snap across to Finn. “How did you know?”

He gives me that cocky smirk, the one I wanted to slap off his face but now find strangely endearing. “I tasted it on you.” Of course he could. I’m sure he’s an expert when it comes to alcohol, though I sense he doesn’t partake regularly—another thing I find surprising.

“What are you having?”

“Whiskey.” He holds his glass toward me. “Would you like a taste?”

Iwouldlike a taste, but not from his glass. I lean forward and swipe my tongue across the seam of his lips and he opens to allow me entry. As I press my lips to his, I slip my tongue inside his mouth and taste the whiskey. I’ve never cared for whiskey, but on Finn’s tongue, it could easily become an addiction. His free hand finds the back of my head and he moans into my mouth as I kiss him with abandon. I want to pick up where we left off in his office. As great as the orgasm was, I want … no …needFinn inside me. He tears his lips away and presses his forehead to mine.

“I’m trying to be a gentleman here, Harry.” He clenches his jaw. “But you make it damn hard.”

My heart pounds a fast rhythm behind my ribs at the blatant need on his too-handsome face. “Take me to bed then.” He skates his eyes around my face, then finishes the rest of his drink, so I do the same. He takes my empty glass and places it on the coffee table, then stands and hauls me to my feet. Taking my hand in his, he drags me through the rest of his darkened home toward his bedroom.

“I’ll give you a tour tomorrow,” he murmurs as he picks me up and unceremoniously tosses me into the middle of his bed. I giggle as I bounce, then Finn lands on top of me. His weight is delicious as he presses me into the mattress; the heat of his body seeping through our clothes and heating my flesh. We quickly become a writhing tangle of hands and touches, kisses, and bites.

“I need you. I need your skin against mine.” In the darkness, I find the bottom of his shirt and glide my hands beneath the cotton fabric, making contact with the smooth expanse of his muscular back. At my touch, he moans into my mouth and grinds his hard length against me. “Help me forget about today,” I whisper against his lips.

He nods once and climbs off me, pulling me to my feet. His shadowy form moves away from me, and I hear the click of a switch, then soft light bathes his bedroom. He steps back in front of me and slips his hands beneath my sweater, slipping it from my shoulders and dragging it down my arms. “I can make you forget. I can also be a good listener when you’re ready to talk about it.”

I can’t believe I ever thought Finn was anything other than the kind man he’s shown himself to be. Layer by layer, he methodically removes every stitch of fabric from my body, kissing and caressing every inch of me as it becomes free from constraints—his hands and mouth feel incredible against my heated skin. My heart pounds a heavy beat for what’s about to happen. Once I’m completely bare, he begins removing his clothes, but I tenderly push his hands out of the way. “Let me do it.”

He nods stiffly. I do as he did, removing every article of clothing, trailing my hands and lips over his masculine frame as each inch of skin is revealed. He watches me intently as I finally remove his navy boxer briefs, capturing his heavy length in my hand. Squeezing firmly, I lick my lips and lower myself to my knees, but before they can hit the floor, his hands grip me beneath my arms. Shaking his head, he pulls me up. “Another time. Right now I need your pussy around my cock.”

Moisture pools at the apex of my thighs, and I press them together to stem my arousal. Finn pushes my thighs apart and swipes his fingers through my slit, groaning at the slickness he finds before bringing them to his lips and tasting my essence. I wrap my hand firmly around his shaft and swipe my thumb across the head, then mimic him, dragging my thumb down my tongue, tasting his salty precum. Watching each other is our undoing, and our mouths slam together in a fierce kiss as our hands explore each other’s bodies. The dips and valleys, and smooth skin over taut muscle. The smattering of blond hair across his tanned chest and that sexy trail that leads down to an impressive dick.

God, I need him inside me with a desperation IknowI’ve never experienced before—I may die if he doesn’t get inside me in the next ten seconds. I don’t even care that this is so completely uncharacteristic of me. I need him.Now!I tear my mouth from his. “I need you inside me now.”

One side of his mouth tips up and his pupils expand to swallow the cobalt of his eyes. He pushes me back, and I land sprawled out on his bed. “Show me how wet you are.” I spread my legs open and cup one of my breasts. He groans and reaches into his bedside drawer while stroking his erection. He tears his hand away from his dick and frantically digs around the drawer. “Fuck.” He turns his head to me, his eyes full of apology. “I don’t have any condoms here. This was unexpected. I didn’t bring you back here to have sex. I wanted to take care of you. I hope you know that.”

My body softens and my desperation subsides slightly—without him having said it, I knew that was his intention. In this moment, the sexy man standing before me digs himself even deeper into my heart. It’s been a slow and gradual fall, but I’ve fallen in love with him. I reach out for him and he slides the palm of his large hand across mine, sending sparks shooting up my arm and through my body. “I know. I just wanted to forget about the hurt for a little while.”

He drops his forehead to mine, our eyes catching and locking. “I can do other things to help you forget.” He kisses my shoulder and licks his way down to my breast.

“We can do more than that if you trust me. I’m clean and I’m on the pill to regulate my periods.”

His eyes widen. “You trust me that much?”

“Yeah,” I say the single word with the utmost certainty. I know we started on the wrong foot, but everything he’s shown me since then says he’s a man with a strong moral compass.

“I’m clean too.” He takes my mouth in a hard kiss, laying me down and spreading out on top of me. His weight is delicious as he grinds down on me, pressing me into the mattress. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his slim hips, drawing him tight to me as we devour each other.

The heat between us is incredible, and it doesn’t take long before we’re both grinding and exploring each other’s bodies with our hands and mouths. He plucks and nips at my breasts, bringing my aching nipples to hard peaks before soothing them with gentle licks and kisses.

An inferno builds inside me, and I lift my hips, seeking the head of his cock. He realizes what I want and draws back slightly. “Are you ready for me, Firecracker?”

“Please,” I moan. Lifting my head from the pillow to chase his lips, he dips down, licking across the swollen flesh as he sheaths himself inside me inch by magnificent inch. We both moan in pleasure, and I squeeze my muscles around his cock.

“Ah, fuck. Do that again.” I do as he asks and as I squeeze, he moves. The sensation of his smooth cock moving against my tight muscles is better than anything I’ve ever felt. I press my head into the pillow and tighten my hold around his hips and squeeze him again. “Fuck. If you keep doing that, this is going to be over before we get started.” The chuckle that was bubbling up dies in my throat as he slides out and pushes back in …hard.

“Oh my God. Do that again.” He does as I ask over and over again. The force of his powerful thrusts shunts me up the bed until the top of my head bangs against the headboard each time he pushes inside, but I’m too lost in the sensations to care. Finn doesn’t miss it and cups the top of my head as he changes the angle of his hips slightly. Suddenly, he’s hitting a whole different part of me that coils my muscles tight.

I seek his lips and glide my tongue against his until I break apart. Every molecule of my body shatters apart and I pull away to cry out.

“That’s it, Harry. You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.” He kisses me roughly and continues to pump his hips as I ride out my release. Digging my fingernails into his tight backside, he groans into my mouth, then buries himself deep. As I squeeze my core, I feel his cock pulse and he fills me with his cum. His face is etched in what looks like pain as he throws his head back in ecstasy, the muscles in his neck tight, the veins bulging. I raise my head and lick my way down his throat to where his pulse point is hammering a heavy staccato, tasting the saltiness of his skin.

Our bodies are slick with sweat and as he lowers himself against me, the heavy thumping of his heart matches mine. I glide my hands up and down the smooth skin of his back, trailing my short fingernails along his spine in soothing strokes. He captures my mouth again, this time in a slow, languid, sexy kiss while his hands cup my head tenderly and his hips slowly move again. This time, our movements are slow, measured, stoking the flames carefully back to life. Gone is our desperation for release. In its place is something deeper. Something more meaningful.More intimate.

Our mouths remain fused as our hips move in sync, my body tightening again, ready for release. Finn incrementally increases his movements, grinding against my sensitive bud each time he bottoms out, taking me closer to the brink. I tighten my legs around his hips to the point I’m surprised he’s able to move at all. As my muscles tighten from my toes to the top of my head, I lose myself in my orgasm, with Finn following close behind.

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