Page 37 of A Touch Charmed

I searched his face, looking for any lingering doubt, and only found the love I’d been missing. He plunged his fingers into my hair, cupping the back of my head as he brought his lips down to mine. Just like on the Ferris wheel, I felt like I’d come home again. Not to the island or my father’s house, but here, with Finn. This was where I’d always belonged.

I opened my mouth on a moan, stroking his tongue with mine, lighting up from the inside. No one kissed like Finn. Gentle and sweet or fast and frenzied, he feasted on me like he was a dying man and I was his last meal. Something to be savored. Never to be taken for granted.

Light glowed bright and warm from my palms. My magic rose up, not taking me over, but still more present than I wanted. Pressing my body tighter against his, I backed down the healing energy and let myself stay in this moment with just us.

I lifted his T-shirt over his head, rubbing my hands over his hard chest and stomach, touching him in ways I’d been fantasizing about for years. Goosebumps dotted his skin. He didn’t rush me or try to hurry things along. He let me get my fill of him on my terms.

Once again, my gaze was drawn to the tattoo on his arm. I traced my sketch, now inked into his skin, with the tip of my finger. “You kept my bird.”

“I kept you.” He took my hand and placed it over his heart. “Even after you left, I never wanted to forget how I used to make you feel.”

“Free.” I stood on my toes and kissed his jaw. “I’ve always been free with you.”

The light he only ever had when he looked at me, the one I loved drawing the most, returned to his eyes as he took my face in his hands and rested his forehead against mine. “I’ve always been free with you too, bluebird.”

He kissed me again, running his fingers up and down my back, skimming over the zipper on my dress. Every time I thought he might pull it down, he skipped over it. It drove me out of my mind. On his fifth pass, I let out a groan.

Brushing his lips behind my ear, he smiled against my skin. “You sound frustrated.” He trailed his fingertip over my collarbone. “And tense.”

“I’m fine.” I rubbed his chest, unable to get enough of touching him like this. “Just waiting for you to make a real move.”

“If you think that’s going to rush me.” He moved to my back and gathered my hair in his hand, pressing kisses along the back of my neck. “Think again. For seven years I’ve dreamed about every way I’d want you if we could have one more time. I’m not wasting this.”

“What makes you think we’re just doing this once tonight?”

He chuckled. “You overestimate my recovery abilities.”

“You’ve got speed power. In my timeline, all you need is five seconds.”

I turned around and walked him back until we hit the bed. He sat on the edge of the mattress, a playful smile curving his lips. I climbed onto his lap and heat rushed through me. Straddling him, I gripped his shoulders and kissed him as I rolled my hips.

Holding him against me like this, even though we were still mostly dressed, brought back every memory of how good it had been with us. No one made me feel the way Finn did. With him, I felt whole. Like the most complete version of myself. How could we have ever thought either one of us wanted to let this go?

“I need more.” My core pulsed with overwhelming need. I buried my face in his neck and inhaled his sawdust and spice scent. It filled my senses, pushing me higher.

“We have all night. Let me feel you come like this first.” He gripped my hips, guiding me up and down his cock. “Soak those panties for me and show me how much I turn you on.”

“Finn.” My nipples ached. He pulled the front of my dress down and bent his head, sucking the pebbled tip into his mouth and biting down on it. I cried out and pumped my hips harder. “Like that. Do that again.”

He took my other nipple between his teeth and bit down on that one. As I released another cry, he licked it gently, then sucked hard on it. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed these gorgeous tits. They’re perfect.”

I was strung so tight, right on the brink, ready to burst. My voice came out as a breathless whisper. “Th-thank you.”

He paused, holding me still against him. “Did you just thank me for complimenting your tits?” When I bit my lip and nodded, he buried his face in the crook of my neck. His whole frame shook with laughter. “Fuck me. What am I going to do with you?”

I shoved his shoulders. “It’s not that funny.”

He cupped the back of my neck. “You have no clue how hilarious you are.”

“You just ruined the moment.” I rolled my eyes. “Hope it was worth it.”

I moved to stand up, but he grabbed me around the waist and flipped me onto my back. Crawling over top of me, humor lighting his eyes, he touched the tip of my nose with his own. “My apologies. Let’s see if I can do anything to get it back.”

He began kissing his way down my chest, nipping the material of my dress over my stomach, running his tongue down the inside of my knee, until he reached my ankle. My breath stilled as he began to work his way back up.

At the apex of my thighs, he looked up. A wicked smile curved his lips. Slowly, so painfully slow for a guy with speed, he began to drag my underwear down my legs. Lace scraped against my sensitive skin. Goosebumps peppered my arms as the tips of my fingers tingled.

He pushed my dress up. My knees fell open as I bared myself fully to him. I moved my fingers downward, unable to go a second longer without friction, but he grabbed my wrist, locking my hand to the side.

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