Page 39 of Hearts Adrift
Finn is so easy to flirt with.
When we reach the water, we just stand there for what feels like ages, listening to the unique way this narrower, isolated stretch of shoreline sounds, the waves giggling as they sweep up over the sand. I know it’s far less pretty here than it might be on the beaches with fancy storefronts and a souvenir-lined boardwalk, no doubt. But in its own way, I find this Cottonwood Cove to be exceedingly preferred.
Even if it looks more like a crime scene than a beach.
“All rivers head for the sea,” I wax poetically.
My words are lost somewhat in the waves, it’s amazing that Finn hears them. “Guess that’s true. Rivers flow to the sea. Like you did.” He tucks his hands into his pockets. “If we’re going on with cheesy name-related metaphors …”
“You think my metaphor’s cheesy?”
“…Iam what fish need to navigate in the water.”
I consider it, then laugh. “Finn. That’s … a thousand times cheesier than what I just said.”
“And maybeI’mwhatyouneed to navigate the roughwaters,” he goes on. My laughter fades. “Especially during a storm, fish rely on their fins the most to stay the course.” He meets my eyes. “It’s … okay to rely on me.”
Everything grows still. “Then who’ll you rely on?”
His eyes drop to my lips.
This time, I don’t miss the chance. I take hold of Finn’s face right there, cradling it like precious treasure, and bring my eager mouth to his.
Chapter 11 - River
Kissing Finn is what I wanted.
Exactly what I wanted.
At precisely the time I needed it.
And judging from the way Finn’s body reacts when my lips touch his, it’s exactly what he wanted, too.
His hands fly to my hips, taking hold and pulling our bodies close. If there was any doubt about our desire for each other, it’s gone the second he grabs me.
It’s indescribable, how perfect our lips feel against one another’s. He tastes exquisite. Even this fierce yet delicate way in which he kisses seems sweet. He will grab me if he wants, attack my face, but never dream of hurting me.
That assumption is challenged immediately as the kiss gains power, and I find myself backing up, Finn pressing against me with growing force, until I find myself crouched on the ground, then sitting, then falling onto my back as he crawls over me on the sand, consuming my lips.
I rake my fingers up the sides of his body, feeling him freely at last without the pretense of a massage. He lets me, which seems like more than enough of an invitation to keep going. My fingers tease their way under his shirt until soon it’s his soft, smooth skin I’m feeling beneath the material. In response, his hips grind deeper into mine, signifying his approval, and I learn just how hard this attention has him.
Is this his way of … knocking on my door?
Should I knock on his, too, or let myself the fuck in?
I don’t know whether it’s by my effort or his own, but his shirt hikes up his body fast. I pull away from his lips, feeling explorative, and slip my head right under his shirt, bringing my face to his muscular chest. It was glorious the first time I laid eyes on it when the back door tore the shirt straight off his body, but this upclose with my face against it, his aesthetic physique is overwhelming. My lips part and my wet mouth pours over his chest. His breaths come deep and fast as I suffocate with joy in the world underneath his shirt. My fingertips dance down his lower back, exploring, as I open my mouth to one of his nipples.
And if his response to that doesn’t tell me everything.
How he issues the deepest moan that easily overpowers the crashing of waves.
How his dick responds potently by flexing against my own, thrusting deeper and deeper while I make love to his nipple, which is proving far more sensitive than expected.
And my fingertips crawl down and discover the round, impeccable hills of his supple ass where they make landing and curl greedily.
“Ughn …River…” I hear him outside the shirt.
It’s such a tight fit in here, I can barely move my face as I keep torturing his nipple, feeling it harden with every drag of my tongue over its sensitive surface. It’s like I’m willingly trapped here now, nowhere to go. Finn can’t get away from the overwhelming stimulation. I don’t let him.
