Page 63 of Rules in Love
His brows pinched. “Okay, but make it quick, ‘cause I need to kiss you.”
“Yes, right. Well, the thing is, I know you’re not ready for this. You told me you’re not ready for this. But I need this, and I think you need it too. Maybe this can be a one-time release valve, letting off steam, and then we can go back to being friends.”
Finn’s eyes wandered to my boobs as I spoke and stayed there as he replied, “Is that what you want, Red?” It wasnotwhat I wanted. “To go back to being friends? ‘Cause I have got to tell you. I want to do bad things to you, Scarlett. Very, very bad things that could change the way you see me, and I don’t think there’s any coming back from that. Just tell me what you want.”
I want you to fuck me senseless. I want to be yours. I want to have a million of your blond babies…
I ran my fingers through his hair and tugged his face until his eyes met mine. “I want whatever you can give me.”
A visible shudder rolled through his body, and he sprung to action, removing my trenchcoat, running his hands beneath the fabric, and pushing it down my arms until it fell to my feet. Disappointment over the filthy street germs covering my coat disappeared as he groped his way to my ass and lifted me from my feet. My core pulsed with need as he sunk his fingers into the fat of my ass and squeezed. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist, and linked my ankles at his back. Never had I been happier for the size of my butt.
“You have no idea how often I dreamed of this sweet thing,” he growled, molding it in his hands. “It’s perfect.”
“Kissing me right now would be even more perfect.”
Every inch of my skin ignited in anticipation as he licked his lips, bent down, and sealed his mouth over mine. He pressed his hips forward simultaneously, and the double assault had me seeing stars. My whole body shook and tensed.
“Relax for me, Red,’’ he whispered against my lips, and my body obediently followed his command, melting into his touch as he ran his fingers along my spine. The curtain of hair blocking his path was twisted into his fist until he was free to taste the nape of my neck. ”I’m going to savor you.” His words came hot and breathy in my ear. I expected his next move to be gentle and soft, but his firm and rough handling flicked that thought to the trash, just what I needed to do with my ruined knickers.
Finn gave me everything I never knew I liked—hair pulling, head tilting, teeth grazing, neck biting. An embarrassingly high-pitched, girly squeak burst from inside me, but it was silenced by his mouth closing over mine, the clashing of our teeth and his desperate, angry, and possessive tongue. Every thought, care, and worry I’d ever carried was torched from my mind. Heat surged through me, soaking my panties. I was wet. So wet he would feel it through my dress should he touch me, and God, how I wanted him to touch me right where my desire pooled.
My core clenched as the strokes and flicks of his tongue became more aggressive. More demanding. I responded in kind, sucking on his tongue, maybe biting it a bit too, then joining in, stroke for stroke, till we found a rhythm that had us both moaning for more.
Time no longer existed. All that mattered was being eaten like a cheap tart at a bake sale by this beautiful man.
And coming. Coming mattered.
I wanted to come.
Goddamn it, Finn Austen, make me come!
Eventually, the ridiculous need humans have for oxygen forced us apart. Panting into each other’s open mouths, we continued to touch, and his hips maintained their bucking.
“Doing this, touching you like this, shoving my face in your tits…I’ve thought of nothing else since you walked into the restaurant. And this dress, Scarlett. Fuck. You’re so hot.” He then buried his face exactly where he wanted.
“You like it?” I asked with a squeak as he bit my satin-covered nipple.
“The boobs or the dress?” he mumbled, tit in mouth. “‘Cause the answer to both is yes. Yes, I do. I really do.”
“I meant the dress. And good. I do too. But I’ll like it even more when you rip it off me.”
All sucking ceased. Finn looked up. His face was as serious as it could be with flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and boob-tousled hair. “Red,” he said, swallowing heavily. “I need… I need to take you home. Can I please, please take you home? I need to be inside you. I can’t wait any longer to watch you come.”
My body screamed,Yes, fuck yes!I was one nipple bite away from orgasm and wanted it bad. I could taste the release on the tip of the tongue he’d just violated. Just as I went to launch myself at his face again, my brain kicked, reminding me of my life outside this alley, away from the god of pure sex.
“Bloody hell.” I pushed my hands between us, pushed off his chest, and slid down his body. “We can’t. Ben is with Mrs. Horowitz, and I have to pick him up once we’re done here. Shit. Shit! I’m so sorry.” I began to pace. “Maybe, maybe we can just fool around a bit here in hooch alley, and a bit in the car, and then pick up where we left off next week?”
“Next week? Scarlett, this cannot wait another week.” Finn pointed to the boner that was pointing toward me. “I don’t want to beg. But I’m begging.”
I had to agree. I could hardly wait five seconds, let alone five days, but…Ideology #4 - ABSOLUTELY no ‘friends’ are to sleep over. It was clear. I didnot andshould notbring men home. Even ones as hot as Finn. Yes, I was smashing #3 as much as I was smashing my pussy onto his leg, but two ideological infractions in one night was a bridge too far.
“Okay. Let’s think about this. We are intelligent, creative, horny people. Surely we can come up with a solution.”
Finn gripped my arm and pulled me back against him. “How about we—”
“Scaaaarrrrrleeeettttttttt! Are you back there with Croc Dundee, or are you being murdered by a stranger? Moan once for Dundee, twice for murderer.”
I pressed my hand over Finn’s mouth and, for some reason, my own too. “Shh, if we’re quiet, he’ll leave. He has a ten-second attention span.”
