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The thought was so loud in his head that it was all he heard. He’d never wanted another person as his own before, but here, with Finley,insideFinley, he felt it. He felt it so fucking strongly, it wiped out every reason he hadnotto claim her.
When she tugged his head back to her, he rose and found her mouth again, his thrusts never stopping. The woman tasted like honey, soft and sweet. He let his tongue duel with hers as he lifted her thigh, pumping into her at a new angle. His heart thudded so hard in his chest that he could hear it.
Releasing her thigh, he reached down and swiped her clit. She cried out. He did it again, used his thumb to apply pressure, moving in a circular motion.
Suddenly, her walls tightened around him and she shattered, her scream slicing through the room. Her nails dug into his shoulders, nearly breaking skin.
He welcomed the lick of pain. The deafening screams. He kept pumping. Kept moving until finally, his own body tensed and he broke, giving everything he was and had to this woman, until he had nothing left.
When he finally stilled, there was only the thumping of their hearts. The quick rush of breaths.
He touched his forehead to hers, needing every little connection he could get. Needing all of Finley.
Her hands came up to cradle the sides of his head. “Nixon…that was…”
“Something else,” he finished when she couldn’t.
She nodded. “Something else.”
It was something deep and important. Something that changedeverything.
Slowly, he pulled out of her and rolled to the side, tugging her into him. “I should feed you.”
She shook her head. “Not yet. Right now I just needyou.”
He closed his eyes, letting her words wash over him. Twist his insides.
And yet again, those words whispered inside his head. That she was his. Not just for now. Not just for this trip. Always. And fuck, that scared the shit out of him.
CHAPTER16
Nixon stroked a hand down Finley’s back. The sun had been up for a while, its rays slipping through the cracks in the curtains and shining over the bed sheets. But Finley hadn’t so much as stirred. Which meant he had time to just hold her. Watch the slow rise and fall of her chest. Listen to the gentle wisps of air moving between her lips.
He was trying to remain calm. Hell, he was doing everything in his power to remind himself that he shouldn’t run from this. That whatever was happening between them was okay.
He’d never felt like this for a woman before. He’d always thought that was because he hadn’t allowed himself to feel anything. To have something to lose. Something to protect.
But on this trip, he was learning none of that was a choice. At least, not with Finley.
When her thumb grazed his stomach, he looked down to see her eyes scrunching. The rhythm of her breaths changed from long, deep inhalations to short, shallow ones. Then, slowly, her eyes opened, and she looked at him.
A smile curved her lips, and it was like a kick to the gut. Fuck, she was beautiful. And right now, hair mussed, completely bare as she lay half sprawled across him, every territorial instinct inside him sprang to life.
“Hey,” she whispered.
He brushed some hair from her face. “Hey, beautiful.”
The smile softened. “Have you been awake for a while?”
“Nah.” A damn lie. He’d been awake long enough to memorize every little sound this woman made while she slept. Every flicker of movement she made down to the rhythm of her chest.
She swallowed, fingers brushing his skin. “Last night was…amazing.”
“You’reamazing.”
She tilted her head. “You’re not gonna turn around and be a jerk again, are you?”
His lips twitched. “You think I was a jerk?”
