Page 131 of Finn Rhodes Forever

I nodded quickly, feeling like he’d pulled the words from me. My mouth opened and closed but again, the words I wanted to say tangled and snagged. Instead, I nodded again, putting my hands on his shoulders, his warm skin, his muscles.

“Kiss me,” I said, and he did.

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Olivia

Finn’s mouthon mine was hungry and unrelenting, stroking deeper and firmer, and every groan and pant from him sent heat to my center. My legs wrapped around his hips, heels digging into him as he broke the kiss, leaning his forehead against mine, chest rising and falling as he gazed at me with fire in his eyes.

“Now?” I whispered, and he nodded. “Thank fuck.” My voice was ragged and he chuckled before kissing me again.

While his mouth took mine, he skated his fingers to the hem of my shirt, gliding up my skin until he came to my bra. His fingers brushed over the fabric, circling one nipple before moving to the other, so light he barely touched me, but I felt it all the way to the apex of my thighs.

My hands were on his back, stroking down the bare skin, raking my nails as he shuddered at my touch.

“You going to mark me up tonight, Liv?” he asked in between kisses. “Scratch my back up and show everyone who I belong to, just like that tattoo I’m going to get?”

“You’re not getting a tattoo.” My voice broke as he dipped into my bra, pinching the aching peak.

“Oh yes, I fucking am,” he gritted into my ear before tapping his forearm, the birds circling it. “I’ll get as many tattoos for you as I fucking want. Understand?”

Lust rushed through my blood. So those tattoos did mean something.

His eyes burned me, and my skin heated. “Let’s make something clear, Olivia.” I shivered at his use of my full name, like when I sent him the voice recording. “I’m not interested in temporary with you.”

I’d knocked something loose in Finn, and tonight he wasn’t holding back. Electricity ran through me like a bolt of lightning, landing between my legs. I bit my lip.

“Nod so I know you understand.”

I jerked a quick nod, and his mouth turned up into something wicked. Paired with the dark glaze in his eyes, the effect was intoxicating. His hand landed on my inner thigh, stroking up and down, closer and closer to where I ached for him.

“Do you want me?” he ground out, still holding my gaze.

“I always have.” My words were breathless.

He made a low noise and his hands came to my shirt, lifting it off of me. My bra was next, then my shorts. Beneath him, naked, his gaze lit my skin on fire.

“Jesus,” he murmured. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head. “Now you can’t rush me. I remember how sweet you are after you come on my cock.” His voice was a low purr in my ear and wetness gathered between my legs.

“Finn,” I moaned. “Stop teasing me.”

“What do you want?” His mouth brushed down my neck, kissing and sucking and nipping, yanking moans and gasps out of my throat.

“I want to come. Make me come.”

His eyes darkened and he chuckled again. “Be careful what you wish for.”

His hand glided over my slick center. My back arched at the contact, my jaw dropped as I let out a low moan, and Finn drew unrelenting circles on my clit, dragging wetness over me in a merciless motion so pleasurable I thought I’d break right there.

“Let’s get the first out of the way. How does that sound?”

I was nodding, I think. He swirled his fingers over me in that delicious way, drawing warmth and pressure and crackling energy out of me.

“Olivia.”

My eyes opened and met his. He smiled.

“Good. Eyes on me.” Inside me, he crooked his finger to find the spot that made my vision blur. His other hand stayed firm around my wrists, above my head.

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