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I shouldn’t have been surprised that it turned out that he seriously downplayed his ability to grill. Pushing my empty plate away an hour later, I patted my stomach. “That was delicious.”

“Only because you like your steak well done.” He shook his head with a deep laugh. “My mom would have complained that it was too tough.”

“I promise not to tattle on you if I meet her.”

“When,” he corrected.

My breath caught in my chest at the seriousness in his tone. Once again, Finn had no problem showing me that we were in this together. That I was safe with him—my heart and my body.

It helped settle my nerves as I got to my feet and held my hand out to him. Sliding his palm against mine, he stood and looked down at me with curiosity shining from his dark eyes. Taking a deep breath, I blurted, “I hope you didn’t make anything for dessert this time. Because what I want is you.”

“I did, but it’ll keep.” He swept me into his arms. “And even if it wouldn’t, I sure as fuck wouldn’t give a damn with you in my bed.”

17

FINN

Cradling Ellie against my chest, I pressed a kiss against her temple and carried her upstairs to my bedroom. I looked forward to having her in my bed, where she belonged. It had been a long week, and I missed her like hell whenever we weren’t together.

When I got to the top of the stairs, I murmured, “I would like nothing more than to strip this pretty dress from your sexy body, but if you’re not ready for that, I’ll understand.”

Ellie bit her lip again and smiled softly at me, her eyes shining. “You’re so sweet, Finn. I love that about you.” She tilted her head to one side, a mischievous smile creeping up on her face. “But I’m looking forward to enjoying my night in with you, in every way possible.”

I curled one hand around the nape of Ellie’s neck and pressed a kiss to her forehead. How was she so cute and drop-dead sexy at the same time? That shouldn’t even be possible, but somehow, she pulled it off. “You’re incredible, baby, and if you’ll let me, I’d like to spend all night showing you just how amazing I think you are.”

Ellie laughed softly and wrapped her arms around my waist. “I think that can be arranged.”

I grinned and kissed her, my hands already wandering to the bottom of her skirt to inch the soft material a little higher up her thigh. I wanted nothing more than to spend the night worshipping her body, making her feel alive and cherished. I had a feeling Ellie needed that as much as I did.

Striding into my room, I set her on her feet and lifted her dress over her head, discarding it on the floor, my eyes roaming appreciatively over her body. She wore a lacy pink bra that did nothing to hide her erect nipples from my gaze, and the matching panties barely covered her pussy.

I ached to touch her, to taste her, but I forced myself to take things slow. This was about Ellie, not me.

I sat her down on the edge of the bed and kneeled before her, gently pushing her legs apart so I could settle between them. I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her softly, our mouths moving together in perfect harmony as we explored one another. Ellie sighed into my mouth and ran her fingers through my hair, gripping tight as she pulled me closer.

When we finally broke apart for air, both of us panted with big smiles on our faces. “This is so good,” Ellie whispered, leaning forward so the tip of her nose brushed against mine for a second.

“I’m just getting started, baby.” Rocking back on my heels, I looked her up and down, memorizing the sight of her at that moment. I loved that she was wearing lacy pink panties that matched her bra, but I had no intention of leaving either of them on for very long.

“Like what you see?”

“You know I do, baby. You’re stunning.” I gripped her panties at the hips and peeled those off, too, casting them aside. “Now spread your legs for me, baby. Let me see that pretty, perfect pussy.”

Ellie bit her lip and complied, parting her thighs and leaning back on both hands as she spread her legs wide, giving me a dizzying view of her glistening pink folds.

I loved the way she looked down at me, an expression of mingled sweet innocence and needy desire on her face. She was practically glowing, her cheeks flushed, eyes heavy-lidded, her lips swollen from my kisses, and her perfect tits clad in pink lace.

“Good girl.” My words came out in a husky rasp, thick with aching need. Ellie was everything I wanted, everything I dreamed about, and she was all mine tonight.

For a long moment, I just admired the sight of her. But my cock grew harder by the second, straining against my pants. I groaned and sat back on my heels, my dick twitching in my pants and my balls already tight with the need to release. I needed to feel her. To smell her. To taste her.

Kneeling between her thighs, I spread them farther apart and leaned in to press my face against the sweet folds of her pussy, inhaling her scent. She smelled delicious, and I hadn’t even taken a single taste yet. Not tonight, anyway. I couldn’t wait to taste her sweetness again.

“Mm, you’re so wet, baby,” I whispered, pressing butterfly kisses to the soft, sensitive skin of her right knee and then her left, moving slowly up her thighs until my mouth settled directly over her pussy.

Licking my lips, I darted out my tongue and dragged it over her clit, groaning at the taste of her. She was so sweet, so fucking good. I couldn’t get enough.

Ellie moaned and whimpered beneath me, her fingers tangling in my hair as she urged me on with soft words of encouragement. “Yes, baby, yes,” she panted. “Oh my, yes.”

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