Page 49 of Burn It Down
“Finn…” Finn’s eyes clouded in the darkness, going from ocean blue to midnight.
The bag dropped at our feet and he was moving. Finn covered my mouth with his, and I made a sound that his tongue swallowed. One hand tangled in the thick hair at my nape, tugging once to tip my head back to his kiss.
It was freezing, but I was burning up with the need he ignited in me. No one else. Finn truly held the key to the carnal part of me, and it throbbed between my legs. As if seeking what only he could give me.
I pressed closer, aching to feel his hardness between my legs. Finn set me back against the railing of the bridge, staring at me with a look I hadn’t seen before.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. Even if I never said it when I should have, I always thought so. The night of your graduation. Your prom night. I remember one night, we had a bonfire at the lake. You must have just started college. I was so fucking crazy about you, Gigi. I brought some chick, and your little boyfriend was there. I didn’t look at that girl the entire night. You were perfection, and I didn’t know what I was doing wasting my time.” I remembered the night he spoke of; I brought a boy just because I heard he had a girl coming. We were such fools.
“Then your boyfriend made you laugh, and I was so fucking torn up. I waited and fucked us up so much because I wanted you to find someone else. Now…I don’t think I could fucking function if you weren’t mine. Even when you weren’t mine, to me you were. Because you were all I ever really wanted. Now I want to give you all you want, Sweetheart.” Finn bent to pick up the bag, brushing his lips over mine as he went.
Then, he took my hand and led me towards the spot by the icy lake that I loved. Finn brought me here a few times in the summer. We had picnics and talked about nothing at all, but it had felt like everything.
It usually ended with me climbing him like a tree and riding his cock. Things always seemed to end that way with us. Tonight, Finn led me to the tree we always hid under and pinned me to it.
“I loved our days here. It wasn’t enough for you. I should have taken you on real dates and given you everything. I didn’t, and I can’t take that back. The days here though,” Finn lowered his head, one hand above me on the tree, “they still meant everything to me.” Finn kissed me slow and deep, and I needed the tree beneath me to keep me upright.
“I loved them too, Finn. Didn’t matter to me what we did. Where you took me. I just wanted to be with you.” Finn shook his head, nose brushing mine as he smirked. My panties melted.
“No, I did it wrong. I’m about to correct that, Sweetheart. Show tomorrow night. Wining, dining, the whole deal. You deserve it. I want to do it, I want to have that. I want to date you.” Finn seemed earnest and as if he needed this more than I did.
“I might like that too, baby.” Finn growled and his mouth took mine because he loved when I was difficult.
“I’ll make you love it. Now. Do you want your surprise?” I didn’t. I just wanted his mouth and his hands on me.
Finn seemed to realize this, and for a moment, the surprise was forgotten. Our mouths met again, desperate, hungry, lips and teeth and tongue and heat. I moaned into his mouth when he cupped me between my legs.
The heat from the weight of his hand made me forget the wintery weather. His hand ground against me, finding the seam of me and working up friction that had my hips bucking. Finn lifted away, his breath bursting from his lungs in clouds of cold air.
“Fuck, you taste so good. Behave, Sweet Girl. I want to give you something, and it isn’t my cock. Not tonight.” I laughed up at him, and he seemed to flush as I rubbed against him.
“Want me to test that vow?” My hands hand found their way under his Henley, tracing the tattoos at his chest and shoulders.
“Sweetheart, please. Iwantto do this right this time.” I saw the need in his eye and it wasn’t carnal. I loved him even more in that second.
Finn needed to know as much as I did that this was real. That it wasn’t about forbidden fruit, or the thrill of getting caught. It wasn’t just about the fire that burned between us.
That fire threatened, at times, to burn down everything and leave us barely standing. Finn wanted to know we could do it because we needed to. Because anything other than being together made no sense. Just when I thought I could not love him more, he did shit like this.
“What’s my surprise, Finn?” My fingers combed through his thick hair, tangling the sandy locks.
“Close your eyes. Please, Sweetheart.” I did as asked and smiled when his lips pressed to each lid.
Then he was gone and I held onto the tree because I wanted to yank him back. I heard some shuffling around and a few curses, and I laughed. I didn’t peek. I wanted the surprise. What’s more, I wanted to let him surprise me; I didn’t want to spoil it.
Moments later, I heard a clicking sound. Then another. Suddenly, he was against me, kissing me hungrily, tongue hot and wet at my lips, then tangling with mine. Another click. Finn lifted away, both of us breathless.
On an impressive tripod several feet away was a beautiful camera. Finn held a remote in his hand as he shoved behind me, cradling me in his thick arms. I watched him smile at the camera as he clicked it again.
Damn, I loved him.
Finn pressed his face into my neck as he held me close, tears flooding my eyes. Then he clicked it again. My head twisted, and I was kissing him, needy and demanding, and he clicked again. Finn broke away first, nodding towards the camera.
“Yours, Sweetheart. A few more toys in the bag. Go. Play.” I stared up at this beautiful man, snow coating his shoulders and beard.
Now was the perfect time to tell him I loved him. It screamed in my head; from every part of me, in fact. I didn’t. Because I wanted to let him have this moment. To have a lot more moments like this one. We both deserved it.
Both of us deserved these sweet, meaningful moments we had missed the first time around. I did as I was told, which was often the case between Finn and I.
