Page 118 of Twist of Fate
I push off the wall and walk toward the large window where she still stands. The urge to be near her feels suddenly unbearable. With each passing day of uncertainty between us, every hour feels like sand slipping through my fingers.
Brief and rushed.
She turns, greeting me with a warm smile. “Did you want to go grab something to eat?”
“Not yet,” I say roughly.
I feel too much. I’m overwhelmed with thoughts of our future and emotionally drained from the day we spent with her family. I need her.
Just her.
“Come here.”
She doesn’t question it; she just steps into my embrace as my palms cup her ass, and I lift her into my arms. Her legs wrap around me, and I carry us to the bed. When I set her down on the edge of the mattress, I make quick work of my shirt.
“You’re stunning,” she says, leaning back on her elbows as she admires me with her ocean-blue eyes.
She’s still wearing the green dress she wore to lunch, but she ditched her shoes the moment we walked in here. The dress is demure, with long sleeves and a knee-length hemline, but the way it pools around her upper thighs is nothing short of decadent. “I was about to say the same thing about you.”
The urge to strip us both bare and fuck her raw is so strong my hands are shaking. I feel almost desperate to be inside her, but I force myself to go slow.
There’s still time, I remind myself.
Still time to figure things out.
And if I can’t…
I put that thought aside as I work my belt buckle and unzip my jeans. My shoes are also by the front door, so I quickly slide off the denim, leaving only my black boxer briefs behind.
“The dress, Ash.” I point to it. “It needs to go.”
She sits up obediently and, in a single sweeping motion, lifts the stretchy fabric over her head. It is added to the growing pile on the floor.
“Christ,” I curse. Ever since that first morning when I woke up with Ash in my bed, I swear I’ve never seen her in the same undergarments twice. She blames me for my affinity for ripping them. I think she just likes seeing my eyes glaze over when she takes her clothes off. Either way, it’s a win-win for both of us. “This new?”
She nods as my eyes sweep over her body and the delicate green lace that adorns it. “Don’t ruin it this time.”
I slowly sink to my knees. “No promises.”
She licks her lips in anticipation, and I’m almost tempted to switch places and put those eager lips around my cock, but I need to taste her.
To remind myself she’s mine.
I slip her panties off, keeping the precious lace intact, and she opens herself for me. Spread out before me, she looks insanely beautiful like this. Her pink pussy is practically dripping, and it makes my mouth water.
I drag the tip of my tongue up her center. Her back arches and she lets out a breathy moan. “I love the sounds you make when I touch you.”
I love you.
I’ve wanted to say those words to her since the day I walked into that conference room and saw her sitting there. But saying them feels like a promise, and I’ve already broken too many of those with her. When I tell her I love her, I want it to come with the certainty that this time will be forever.
“Don’t stop,” she begs, her hips rocking against my face. Her nails drag into my scalp as she grips my hair.
“I’ve got you, mo chroí.” I slip two fingers inside her tight pussy and slowly start pumping them while I swirl my tongue over her swollen clit. I know she’s close when her movements become more frantic, and her breath becomes ragged. “I’ve always got you.”
“God, Finn. I’m so close.” She starts panting. I give her clit a hard suck, pulling it into my mouth just as I curl those fingers forward, hitting that spot that sends her spiraling.
She erupts, screaming my name while her body writhes under my touch. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen—watching her unravel. I’ll never grow tired of being the lucky bastard who gets to take her there.
