Page 84 of Can't Get Over You
He had to get out of his head. Because the only thing he’d told her was that he wanted to come all over her tits.
She deserved so much more.
And so, he kissed her. With handfuls of her plump breasts, his thumb flicking over the hard peaks, he let his heart speak through the dance of his tongue inside her impossibly soft, warm mouth.
Pleasure streamed through him, exciting a spray of goose bumps across his skin. She smelled good, she felt good, she tasted good—My God, I want this woman. In a rush of affection, he deepened the kiss. He needed her to know how much shemeant to him, how much he cared, so he poured it into her, hoping she heard she was perfect just as she was.
Her arms wrapped around him, holding him tightly against her, and her ankles locked around his waist. The way she was grinding on him—the urgency, the little sounds of desperation—turned him feral.
Straightening, he shucked off his sweatpants. “Do you have protection?”
“No. We were planning on…” She looked away. “Never mind.”
He fell forward, planting a hand at either side of her head. “Don’t hold back with me. There’s nothing you can’t say.”
“No, forget it. I don’t want to ruin the moment.”
See, that was his point. She’d heard the lust part but not the devotion. “Finlay. There’s nothing you could do to ruin anything. I’ve wanted you since I was a teenager, and I want you even more now.”
She gripped his aching cock. “You sure know how to turn a girl on.” She let out a dreamy sigh. “I was going to say we were planning on getting pregnant, so we didn’t need protection.”
“You think I don’t know you want kids? I know, Fee. I know what you want.”
Her eyes flared. “Why did you get harder when you said that?”
“Because the idea of putting a baby inside you turns me on.” He was probably more shocked than she that he’d said it, but it was true. “Our lives are too messed-up for that, but…” He put a hand on her belly, could imagine it swollen with his child, and he lost his shit.
Kissing her, he dragged her up the bed. He had sweet, good Finlay O’Neill naked beneath him, and he reverted to a shaky, fumbling boy. His heart raced, and his hands wanted to covermore territory than they could, making his touch rough and awkward. His cock hurt with the need to release.
He just wanted her so much. All of her.
He needed to slow down. Get a hold of himself.
“What’s wrong?” she asked breathlessly.
“I’m too excited. I need to make it good for you.”
“What do you mean?”
“If we keep going like this, I’m going to come on your belly like it’s my first time touching a woman.” In some ways, that was exactly what it was.
She grinned, her hands clasping the back of his neck. “I like this side of you.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t. It’s embarrassing.” He buried his face in her neck and breathed her in. But it only fueled his hunger. “I need to calm down.”
“That’s the last thing I want. I want you to come unhinged around me. Give me everything, Jude. Give it to me hard and wild, sweet and gentle, whatever you’re feeling…God, just give it to me. Show me how much you want me.”
It was just what he needed to get out of his head and back into the body shaking with excitement. “I’d burn the world down to get inside you.” He squeezed his eyes shut. “But I can’t if we don’t have condoms.”
She reared up. “Well, I can haveyou.” Planting both hands on his chest, she knocked him sideways. In one swift move, she had him on his back and was straddling his thighs. With a sexy grin, she held his cock with both hands and licked from tip to stem.
The electric sensation had him arching his back and crying out.
She ran her tongue all around the head and up and down his length, getting him wet and so worked up he was going to explode—there was no way to stop the freight train of an orgasmroaring through him. But wasn’t that what she wanted? For him to lose control?
She sucked him into her mouth—oh, fuck—and the sensation was so intense, he couldn’t hold back. Clamping the back of her head, he punched his hips off the mattress and thrust with abandon. Stars exploded behind his eyes. “Jesus.Fuck. Holy shit.” That was it. Wracked with shudders, he held her tightly as the spasms rolled through him, one after another.
Her fingers dug into his ass, and her wet pussy rubbed over his thigh. It was so fucking hot he couldn’t stand it.
