“I couldn't if I wanted to at this point,” she says.
I pull her shirt over her head, keeping my eyes on hers the whole time. She lets me strip her bare without hesitation. Theshirt falls to the floor, followed by her bra, and I don’t even try to hide the way I look at her—like I’ve waited my whole life for her.
She grinds into my lap, breath catching when my cock presses up against her through my jeans.
“Fuck, Ani,” I murmur. “You feel that?”
“Yes.”
“You know that’s all for you?”
She nods, desperate. Her hands fumble at my belt, but I catch her wrists and hold her still.
“Slow down,” I say gently. “We’ve got time.”
I kiss her, slow this time. I want her to feel it everywhere. I want her to know she’s not just wanted—she’s worshipped. When I finally let her go, she makes quick work of my belt and zipper, her fingers clumsy but determined. I lift my hips to push my jeans down and kick them off.
Her hand wraps around my cock and I nearly lose it.
“Shit—” I groan. “You keep touching me like that and I’m gonna fuck you right here on this bed.”
“I want you to.”
That does it.
I lift her, guiding her to straddle me again. She braces one hand on my shoulder and uses the other to line me up. She’s already wet, already pulsing. When she sinks down on me, we both groan with pleasure.
She’s tight. Hot. Bare. It’s been too long since I fucked without a condom.
My hands grip her hips as I ease her down inch by delicious inch.
I watch her face the whole time—every flicker of pleasure, every tiny gasp. She takes all of me, and when her ass hits my thighs, she lets out a shaky breath and drops her forehead to mine.
“You okay?” I ask.
“Yes,” she whispers. “I need this.”
So, I give it to her.
She rolls her hips, rocking in my lap as I thrust up to meet her. We fall into a rhythm quickly. I want to fuck all of the bad things out of her—every ounce of grief, every buried fear, every lie her family ever told her about being hard to love.
“You’re incredible like this,” I growl. “Watching you ride me is going to make me come, baby.”
She whimpers, eyes fluttering closed and hands bracing on my chest as she moves faster.
“Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she moans. “I’m yours, Finn—please?—”
The door opens. I startle for a second realizing I hadn’t locked it. But then I realize who it is.
Neither of us stops while Jonah steps inside and locks the door behind him, and for a second, he just stands there—watching. He doesn’t say a word, just watches me fuck her like he’s starving for the same thing.
“I couldn’t stay away,” he says finally.
“She needs both of us, man.”
He walks toward us slowly, stripping as he goes. Shirt. Pants. Everything gone by the time he’s at the edge of the bed. Ani lifts her head. Her body keeps moving. Her eyes lock on Jonah’s.