Page 49 of Dark Night Golden Dawn
“Give me a minute… Standing might be a problem.”
Harlow smiled wickedly. “You could always glamour yourself.”
He laughed. “See, I can’t even think. The way you look and smell has me…” His eyes glazed as they ran over her.
She very deliberately reached into the little bag hanging off her arm and shot a few texts to her family to let them know she was leaving with Finn. When she looked up at him through her lashes he was biting his bottom lip, mirroring her exactly. Then he kissed her, swiping her teeth with his tongue as he set her on her feet.
“Can I get us out of here fast?” he asked.
When she nodded, he swept her into his arms and she felt nothing but a slight breeze before he was setting her down in front of his car. She glanced around to find him parked at the far reaches of a back parking lot, no other cars in sight, only the stars to light their way. The usual clouds cleared to show the twinkle of the cosmos.
She didn’t wait to hear anything he had to say, but pulled his hips against hers, sliding her hands up the muscles of his chest. She waited for him to stop her as her arms wound around his neck.
“Was it all for them?” she asked. “Was it just for the crowd?”
His eyes snapped open and the corner of his mouth lifted in a wicked smirk. In a flash he had her pinned against the car, his strong thighs caging hers, his hands in her hair.
“That was for them, yes,” he groaned as her fingers dug into his back. “This is for you.”
His kiss was tender now and would have been sweet, if the hard length of him wasn’t pressed into her. Instead, the heat between them intensified as she wrapped one leg around him, angling herself so that his erection pushed against the core of her, sending waves of ecstasy through her body as they rocked against one another.
Finn’s mouth opened to hers and his tongue slid suggestively against hers, telling tales of all the places he might touch. One hand cupped her breast as he ran his thumb over her obviously pebbled nipple, a hard peak straining against the thin fabric of her bodysuit. She whimpered into his mouth as he kissed her harder, sliding his hand under her dress, between her thighs, now open wide for him. When he stroked the wet spot forming on the bodysuit he groaned in her mouth.
She was surprised when he stopped, failing to pull the bodysuit aside and bury his fingers in the wet folds that ached for his touch. “This isn’t where I want to do this,” he murmured, the movement of his fingers slowing. “And wehaveto talk first. Would it be all right if I portaled us back?”
She nodded, rocking her hips against his fingers, which had stilled. “Do it.”
Finn’s hands slid away from her most intimate parts and he gripped her around the waist. He kissed her again, and when she opened her eyes, they were standing next to a dark lake, a dimly lit house behind them.
“This is your house? The place you built?”
He nodded. “But I don’t want to go in just yet. Can we stay out here for a minute?”
He didn’t have to ask her twice; she knew that pausing to go into the house would mean realizing they needed to talk, and she needed something else more. She sank onto the ground, pulling him down on top of her. His mouth crashed into hers as he pushed her dress up past her thighs. She spread her legs quickly, arching her back as he teased her through the bodysuit.
She slid her own hand between his legs, gripping the hard length of him through his pants. He groaned, pressing his fingers into her harder, tracing small intentional circles around her swollen clit through the thin fabric that separated them. She stroked him hard, unable to grip him as easily as she could if he were naked, but he thrust into her hands as hard as she did against his.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he groaned into her mouth.
“I want you inside me,” she begged. “Now.”
He pulled away from her and she saw in his eyes that he felt the same—that he wanted to be buried so deep in her that neither would be able to tell where they ended and the other began. So his answer surprised her: “Not until we talk. You have to hear me out first. If you haven’t changed your mind, then we can do this.”
Harlow saw how serious he was and reluctantly, she pulled away from him too, pushing her dress down over her knees. She struggled to her feet, reaching back to pull him up beside her, then her head tilted in curiosity as she looked at the house. Calmer now than before, she recognized it. “Why does your house look so familiar?”
Finn took her hand. “Come find out.”
Finn led her up the hill to the house. The closer she got, the deeper the bittersweet ache in her heart grew. She recognized every stone, every window.
“Is this my dream house? The one you drew for me?”
He nodded. “Is it too much?”
She heard the vulnerability in his voice. The fear that she would think it was a violation of her trust. And maybe a long time ago she might have gotten angry, but now, something shifted in her, as though a key slipped into a locked door she’d never seen before. As the door inside her opened wide, she gazed at the man beside her and smiled.
“It’s wonderful.”
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