Page 86 of Finn Rhodes Forever

This week, I had missed him, too, and being with him like this, it was too good to stop.

He walked me back against the bar, tilting me open for him so he could taste me. His stubble scraped me and I moaned into his mouth at the sensation.

He broke our kiss, resting his forehead against mine with heat in his eyes.

“When you look at me like that,” I whispered, “I feel…”

A smug smile pulled at his mouth. “You feel what, Liv?”

“Flustered.” I sounded breathless. “Like I don’t know where my thoughts went.”

His eyes darkened. “Good. You don’t need to think all the time. Let me take over for the next while.”

A muscle pulled low in my stomach and my brain turned hazy.

He must have seen something he liked in my eyes because he smiled and his lips returned to mine. He coaxed my mouth open so he could slip inside, and I shivered at the drugging glide of his tongue against mine. Lust swirled low in my stomach, between my legs, warming my blood and making me squirm for him.

“I can’t stop thinking about my fingers in your gorgeous pussy,” he whispered.

I nodded, temporarily stupid. “Uh-huh.”

He smiled. “You’re so cute when you’re horny for me.”

His cocky, knowing tone made irritation prickle at the back of my neck. Ever since he made me come the other week, it was like he had flipped a switch in me. I found myself daydreaming about us in the shower a hundred times a day.

He didn’t need to know that, though. His ego was big enough.

He ran his hands down the back of my neck with firm, dominant pressure, and I fought the urge to let my eyes roll back. His palms came to my breasts while he pressed kisses down my neck and collarbone, then he pulled the neckline of my shirt and bra cups down to toy with my nipples.

I gasped at the sharp pleasure.

“You going to come for me tonight?” he murmured into my ear as his fingers pinched and rolled the tight peaks.

I clenched my teeth so I wouldn’t moan. “Doubt it.”

He laughed silently against my temple. “God, you’re such a fucking liar. You’re practically coming with my hands on your tits, and you won’t admit it.”

“You clearly have no idea what it looks like when I come.” My voice was ragged. I was wet, and an urgent pulse thrummed between my legs. I gripped the bar counter behind me.

His low chuckle made me clench with anticipation. “I remember. I remember back then and I remember last week.” He leaned down to pull a nipple into his mouth and the hot slick of his tongue made my jaw go slack.

Holy fuck. I sucked a deep breath in through my nose and closed my eyes. Too good. Too fucking good. What Finn Rhodes lacked in responsibility and trustworthiness, he made up for in tongue skills.

“You can moan,” he whispered against my chest.

I shook my head. “No, thanks.”

He laughed, sucking hard, and I squeaked, eyes squeezed tightly closed.

“Oh, fuck,” I whispered.

“Good?”

“It’s fine.” My voice was high and breathy. “You’re still learning.”

He straightened up and did that towering-over-me thing again. His eyes flared with amusement and challenge and he set a hand beside each of mine. He was all around me, blocking me in, and I loved the twist of nerves low in my belly. My nipples pricked with a chill from the air after the wet heat of his mouth.

He shook his head, watching my eyes, mouth turned up in a wicked smile. “We always loved playing games, didn’t we, Livvy? Always loved racing each other to the finish line. Well, we’re adults now, and we’re going to play a different kind of game.”

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