Page 32 of Match Made in the Maldives

His eyes darken and his voice goes lower. “You could stay, get comfortable, and take care of yourself here. And I’ll get to watch.”

“You’d like that?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“I want to see what you like.”

I’ve never had a partner ask for a private viewing of me touching myself. Imagining the scene makes my mouth go dry, and a pit of desire forms in my stomach. The thought of Finn studying what works for me so he can better please me in the future…

Yeah, I want that.

Finn stacks pillows at the top of the bed for me to rest against. “Where do you want me?”

“Um.”

“Next to you?”

“No, there,” I say, using my chin to point to the spot by my feet. “Laying sideways.”

Eager and obedient, he claims his place with his head propped in his hand as I open my legs like a book. His jaw ticks and his pupils flare. We don’t touch each other, but the way he licks his lips makes me think he’d like to. He’s watching me, bare and up close, and his hungry, determined expression fills me with a heart-pounding power and frightening vulnerability.

My hand drifts down, parting my lips. Normally, I’d close my eyes, lean back, and take care of myself, but I want to see Finn seeing me. I want to watch every expression cross his face.

I start slow, moving my fingers up and over my clit, which pulses with pleasure. A moan escapes my mouth, and I slap my other hand over it.

“You’ll have to get good at being quiet, unless you want to wake the whole house.”

I nudge him with my foot, holding down a laugh. “You’re distracting me.”

“You’re definitely the distracting one.”

Gnawing on the corner of my lip, I continue with the circles. A fire grows in my belly, and my breath picks up with the risingheat of my core. Finn watches, mesmerized, his pupils wide and his breath shallow. Knowing he likes what he sees doesn’t stop my racing thoughts, though. What if I can’t do this with an audience—not all the way? Would he suspect it if I faked it?

“Stay with me,” Finn says, snapping me back to reality.

“I don’t, um…This isn’t working for me.”

“Tell me what you want.”

What do I want? I stare down the length of his body, a sizable tent at the center of his shorts. “Take those off.”

Not breaking eye contact with me, he wriggles out of his pajamas. I haven’t even gotten completely naked—my shirt’s still on—and I look him in the eye as long as I can bear before I have to take in all of him.

Oh.

The longing and the thrill return when I spot Finn’s erection, thick and pleading for release. A vein tracks the side of his shaft and the head bobs in the air, finally free from his clothes.

“See what you do to me?” he asks.

“You’re making me blush, Finn.”

“Good. Every time you spread your legs and press a hand to your clit, remember how hard I am just watching you get yourself off.”

I resume rubbing myself, with every flick of the wrist driving me closer and closer to release. But I want…I want… “I want you to touch yourself.”

“I—I won’t last long, looking at you like this.”

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