Page 43 of When He Saved Me
Don’t worry. We’re just going to go a couple of places, and she’s going to wear her mask
She said it didn’t feel like Christmas if she didn’t go into an actual store. We couldn’t refuse her
Please don’t be mad
I sighed. I supposed I couldn’t keep her in a bubble forever, even though that’s exactly what I wanted to do.
I’m not mad. Just don’t let her overdo it and make her use hand sanitizer.
Ashley
Of course! We should be back by 3 if you want to head home around then.
Sounds good! Have fun!
Bacon was popping and sizzling on the stove when I felt arms envelop me from behind. Finn placed light kisses on my back, starting at one shoulder blade and moving across to the other. A shiver of delight rippled through me at the feel of his lips pressed against my skin. I didn’t think I’d ever get tired of the way it felt when he initiated contact. It was so often me pursuing him that I treasured the moments when he came to me.
“Mmmmm,” I said as I turned around, wrapping him in my arms. He hadn’t bothered with a shirt, and the feel of him in my arms, pressed skin to skin, had my cock filling and desire humming through my veins.
We stood there like that for a moment, just savoring the feel of each other, before I had to release him to pull the bacon off the pan. I removed it to a paper towel-lined plate, turned the burner off, and pulled him back into me.
“Mmm. You feel good,” I said, inhaling his scent. He placed a trail of kisses on my neck, starting at the curve of my shoulder and moving up to that spot just below my ear. Another shiver ran through me, and goosebumps broke out on my flesh even though the body pressed to mine was still warm from sleep.
“That feels good too,” I murmured as he nibbled my earlobe. My dick was impossibly hard now. I was sure he could feel it against his leg. Ihopedhe could feel it, feel what he was doing to me.
I ran my hands along his back, loving the feel of the lean muscle tapering down to a narrow waist. I continued my path down, down, down, slipping beneath the waistband of his sweats, discovering he hadn’t bothered with underwear. My hands followed the perfect curve of his ass, and I grabbed a handful and pulled him into me. I groaned at the feel of his erection against my thigh, glad I was having as much effect on him as he was on me.
His lips trailed from my ear across my lightly stubbled jaw, nipping and licking as he went until he arrived at my mouth. There, he paused, pulling away just enough to look me in the eyes for the first time this morning. His pupils were blown wide, the look of pure lust on his face sending a jolt straight to my cock.
“I want you,” he said, his voice gravelly with need.
“Thank God,” I returned before bringing my lips to his, claiming him in a kiss so hot that I feared we’d set the whole place ablaze.
Without breaking the kiss, I walked him back, bouncing off the counter as I tried to angle him toward the hallway. Impatient, he yanked me around, reversing our positions so he was the one pushing me. When we got to his bed, he shoved me on it, following me down to straddle me.
“If you’re going to leave me with bruises, I’d rather they come from your mouth, not from running into every wall in my apartment.”
“That can be arranged,” I said before sitting up and pulling one nipple into my mouth and sucking. Hard.
He let out a hiss, throwing his head back, his hips rocking against mine in response. I let out a hiss of my own as our cocks brushed against each other.
I ripped my mouth away from him, suddenly desperate to eliminate the barriers between us. “I want to feel you,” I said as he rocked against me.
Without hesitation, Finn scrambled off my lap and yanked his pants down, kicking them off to the side. He was beautiful, standing naked before me, his body long and lean, his dick jutting proudly from a nestle of dark curls.
I wanted to touch him.
I wanted to lick him.
I wanted to ride him.
“You okay there?” he asked, jolting my gaze from his dick back up to the smirk resting on his lips.
I wasn’t a bit embarrassed at getting caught looking. Finn was a goddammed work of art. “I’m more than okay. C’mere,” I beckoned.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” he asked, nodding at my lower half.
“Shit. I guess I was a little distracted.” I grinned as I shifted to take my pants off, but he put a hand out to stop me.
