Page 44 of Jolene's Justice

“Jolie, we can stop—”

Could the weight of her regret be felt through the heaviness of her sighs, seen through the furrow of her brow, and heard through the quiver in her voice? “Don’t you dare.” She was determined not to waste another moment on regret. It was time to move forward. Her longing for him to understand was so intense that she was willing to utilize every available approach to accomplish it. In every gesture, every glance, she sought to convey her feelings to him.

Meeting his gaze, she erased any trace of remorse from her expression, replacing it instead with a sense of desire and confidence. The unspoken love she could see in his eyes gave her the power to let go of everything and just focus on the here and now. On them.

She reached up and wiped away the raindrops from his hair, feeling the dampness on her own skin. He grabbed her wrist, and she could feel his warm breath on her skin as he brought her wet finger to his lips, sucking it into his mouth. “Are you sure?” he asked around her finger. She wanted to giggle at the muffled sound of his voice. Only Finch could make her laugh at a time like this.

“I want you. I want this. I want us. Don’t stop.”

“So, what you’re saying is . . .” he murmured after taking her finger out of his mouth and kissing a knuckle. Jolene could hear the teasing quality in his voice.

“Omigod, Finch. If you don’t strip me naked right this minute . . .”

He leaned in, savoring the moment, taking in the sweet aroma of her perfume and the softness of her skin. As he tilted his head to kiss her extended throat, he could feel the heat radiating from her body. The sight of her elegant neck and the way it curved gracefully stirred something deep within him.

Pressing his lips against the nape of her neck, he cherished everything about her. The gentle rustling of her hair filled his ears as he traced the contours of her throat with his tongue, feeling her shiver in his arms. The taste of her skin was sweet and salty, delicious like the sour gummy candy he so liked to snack on. He held her close, feeling the rapid beat of her heart against his chest as they melted into each other’s embrace.

The flames of desire flickered in his eyes like a wildfire in the dead of night, consuming everything in its path. His breaths came in short, irregular bursts, making it sound like he was struggling to fill his lungs with air. Her gaze was so intense that it felt like a physical touch, sending all the blood in his body down to his cock, which throbbed with anticipation painfully in its denim confinement.

An intense, animalistic craving seemed to consume his entire being. His breaths turned ragged as he fixated on his target. His fingers flexed and twitched with anticipation, yearning to touch and possess what lay before him.

He could tell she was just as hungry as him. She pushed her hands under his shirt, tracing the ridges of his muscles with her fingers. Reaching behind his neck, he pulled the shirt off and let it drop to the floor and fought the need to fold it neatly. There was no Angelica to criticize him for the mess.

Being nearly a foot shorter than his six-foot two frame, Jolene’s lips were at the perfect height to tease his nipples. He sucked in a gasp at the sensation of her tongue swirling around it. He was going to need her to stop that soon before he blew in his pants.

Reaching for the hem of her shirt, he whipped it up and off, distracting her from what she’d been doing to him. He made quick work of her lacy bra and bent to return the favor on her own nipple. He rolled her stiff bud with his tongue, savoring the sounds she made in response. She gripped his head, holding him to her as if afraid he’d stop. That was not going to happen. Not unless she wanted him to. And he hoped she’d never want him to stop.

While feasting on her other nipple, he reached between them to unfasten her pants. They slid down her legs to pool at her feet with only the slightest push from him. He stood back and raked his gaze over her body. She stood as bold as could be in front of him, unashamed of her body. Her pale skin shone like a pearl in the dim light. The freckles that dotted her shoulders mesmerized him, and he longed to explore them with his tongue. Her breasts were just enough for a handful, the rosy nipples standing prominent and begging for his touch.

Reaching up, he took hold of her ponytail and with a gentle tug, he freed her hair from the elastic tie. Finally . . .finally. . . he combed through the soft waves with his fingers. The silky strands slipped easily through his fingers, like water through a sieve. The sensation of her hair was so captivating that he could spend hours just running his fingers through it. But he had other plans.

With a raised eyebrow, he offered her a sly grin as their eyes locked. Then he gave her a gentle shove, and she fell back onto the bed. He crawled over her body without any hesitation, his movements deliberate as he shifted her to the center of the bed.

He worked his way down her body, using his lips to explore every dip and valley. Tasting, teasing, until he reached the barrier of her panties. He could smell her arousal, an intoxicating scent that made his mouth water. He was starving for her. Had been starving for her for over a year. Ever since their night at the gala had been interrupted. His stomach had been tied in knots since then. Hunger pangs he couldn’t ease. Couldn’t quench. Until now.

“I have needed this,” he said, his warm breath gusting over her. “For so long. Starving for you, Jolie,” he breathed, feeling desperate for her.

“Finch,” she whispered. Their eyes locked, and he saw the same hunger burning in her that he felt within himself.

He quickly removed the lace blocking him from his feast and dove in. She arched against his mouth as he licked her slit, the taste of her on his tongue. Her movements turned wild when he swirled his tongue around her clit, then sucked the little bundle of nerves into his mouth. He memorized every moan, every twitch, every quivering muscle, every convulsion that conveyed to him the spots that gave her the most pleasure. He aimed to please.

And pleasure her, he did, as the room filled with the sound of her moans and the sweet scent of her arousal. The softness of her skin under his touch was like silk, and he could feel the heat emanating from her body as he continued to satisfy her.

His senses seemed heightened. He could hear the wind outside whipping through the trees. The steady barrage of raindrops drumming on the roof. His heartbeat was amplified, and he swore he could hear hers as well.

Her taste. The feel of her soft skin under his hands. The scent of her arousal. The sight of her writhing beneath him, her eyes closed in ecstasy, was an image he would never forget. Every heightened sense fueled his desire as he continued to tease and please her.

He sent her flying with skilled fingers and a deft touch. Her moans grew louder and louder as he traced circles on her sensitive clit with his tongue. He continued until she was left breathless and completely satisfied.

He lifted his head and rose over her. Her cheeks were flushed. Her fiery hair was splayed out across the pillows. Her chest rose and fell with her heavy breaths. She took his breath away.

Finally, her eyes blinked open, and he lost himself in the jade-hued treasures of her eyes. As she stared back at him with dilated pupils filled with yearning, his heart swelled. He could see it in their bottomless depths. She needed him. He thought he could live off that feeling forever.

Chapter 19

Finchheldherclose,whispering sweet nothings in her ear as he gently ran his fingers through her hair. Her breasts brushed against his hard pecs, setting her nerve endings on fire. A hot streak of yearning renewed, bolting to the juncture between her thighs. God, she wanted more. And she wanted it now.

Working her fingers between their bodies, she reached for his belt. He raised his hips, giving her room. She worked the belt open, too impatient to remove the thing all together from the loops. Making quick work of the button and zipper of his jeans, she pushed the material down over his hips.

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