Page 21 of Just Right
Does he second-guess himself?Did my forward way of propositioning him turn him off somewhere between the living room and his bedroom?
I’m not sure. All I know is that, still naked, his chest heaving more from the promise of what I offered him than the exertion ofcarrying me upstairs, Finn sets me down on his feet, then starts to prowl around the room.
My fingers pause on the buttons to his shirt as I watch him go.
And it hits me. No. None of that is the problem.
The problem is that he’s a good fifty pounds heavier than me, at least six inches taller, and, oh yeah, a freakingbear.
I can see the panic in his eyes. He wants to fuck me more than anything else he’s ever wanted in his long life, but he’s afraid he’s going to either hurt me, or do it wrong, or mess up somehow.
I smile over at him. “I’m not going to break, Finn.”
His answering grin is crooked. “Is it that obvious?”
I hold up my fingers about an inch apart. “Just a little.”
He runs his fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry?—”
“Don’t be.”
“It just… I’ve never done this before.” He gestures at me. “And you’re so beautiful and perfect, and I want to make this worth it for you?—”
“You will.”
Finn shudders out a breath. “I’ve waited so long for you,Honig.What if?—”
There is no ‘what-if’s. There is only Finn, only me, and it’s not even the fever spurring me on to do this. It’s the attraction I first felt the moment we met coupled with the affection I’ve built for him in the days that have followed.
I want him.
I wantthis.
And if he’s going to stand there, coming up with every reason why we shouldn’t, well… maybe I need to stop him from talking.
Before he has any idea what I’m going to do, I march over to Finn. Going up on my tiptoes, I cup his jaw, tugging on him until I can reach his lips.
I kiss him. Slow at first because it’s clear to me that fucking isn’t the only thing he’s never done before, but when his tentative brushing of his lips against mine becomes a little firmer, a little more sure… he might not believe this is happening, but he’s not about to do anything to stop it, either.
His lips are soft. Warm. He parts them just enough to let my tongue in, and I moan at just how sweet he tastes. He slides his fingers into my curls, a hungry noise escaping him. One part moan, one part sigh… and allFinn.
I match the sound as best as I can, and he deepens the kiss.
His other arm wraps around me, holding me like he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he doesn’t. Like if he doesn’t touch me, he’ll fall apart.
I still manage to slip my hand between our bodies so that I can work on undoing the buttons on his shirt I’m wearing. Only once I’ve gotten it open, pressing my bare tits against him and he finallynotices, does he break the kiss.
“Honig,” he whispers. “Please.”
I got you, Finn.
Shrugging my shoulders, I let his flannel fall to the floor. Now I’m just as bare as my bear is.
His bruised lips part again, mouth falling open. He stares at me like he’s truly never seen a woman before. Like he’s dreamed of this… ofme… for all those lonely nights he mentioned before.
“You’re perfect,” he breathes out, his slight accent becoming all the more noticeable as his voice drops into a husky tone.
I can’t help it. I kiss him again.
