Page 61 of Wood Riddance
He stopped and grinned against my skin, so cocky and self-assured. “Because I bet no man has ever been brave enough to try. You’d love the power trip.”
Jesus. He knew me too well. Reducing this man to rubble had basically become my life’s goal in recent months. Yet the visual of him losing control all over me, worshipping me? It was impossibly sexy. And damn if I wasn’t tempted to let him do exactly what he’d been dreaming of.
To make matters worse, the bastard dropped to his knees and threw one of my legs over his shoulder. He was ruining me little by little. Each step he made only solidified my desire for him. The desire I’d pushed down and swore I’d locked tightly in a box. It wasn’t often that guys went down on me. It was even more rare for it to happen the first time we were together. The act was so intimate and required a great deal of trust. It was something my previous partners and I had warmed up to after a while.
But not Finn. He was diving in with gusto, biting and kissing my inner thighs. The sensations made my head spin and the leg I was balancing on shake. Finn supported most of my weight, but I grasped the metal table beside us to keep from pitching to one side.
“It’s too dark for me to properly appreciate this,” he said, reaching behind his back.
His grip on me loosened, and I slapped the hand I’d had buried in his hair against the wall to steady myself. The next thing I knew, he was strapping on a headlamp and flicking it on. Then, with a quick grin, he dove back in. This was certainly the only time a guy had used an external light source to find my clit.
But he did. Easily. And repeatedly. With his tongue and his fingers.
“Seriously? You need a headlamp to get the job done?” I said, gritting my teeth as he gently eased one finger inside of me.
“You said I had one chance. I’ll be damned if I don’t do my best work.”
I threw my head back, my snippy comeback fleeing when he alternated between quick nips and rhythmic flicks, ramping up the pressure in my core. The motion made my toes curl and my ears ring and all the blood rush from my head. A few more seconds, and I’d be screaming my way through an orgasm. But I wanted to feel him. All of him.
“I want.” I gasped. “You. Inside me.” I squeezed my eyes shut as he added another finger. It wasn’t nearly enough. I knew what he was packing, and if this was my one shot, I wanted to sample the goods.
“Gotta get you ready for me,” he said without slowing. “I can’t wait to feel you come on my cock.”
I was already dangerously close, and the pressure was only building. He was so in tune with my body. Without a single direction, he’d found the right rhythm and pressure. I could get used to this.Shit. No I certainly would not get used to anything related to Finn Hebert.
“I’m good,” I said, banishing that thought from my head.One time. That was it. I’d repeat it to myself until it sank in.
He stood and dragged a hand over his face, tilting his chin so his headlamp didn’t blind me.
God, the sight of him made my knees weak all over again. Reaching out, I palmed his shaft over his maple leaf boxers. They had to go. I needed to see what I was working with here. So I eased them down to his knees. Then I cupped his balls with one hand and stroked him from root to tip with the other. Yup. Long and thick and straight. He could be a dildo model.
Ripping the headlamp from his head, he tossed it to the ground, where it illuminated the space enough for me to really make out his facial features. He squeezed his eyes shut and braced himself against the wall. “Jesus. Your hands feel so good. But I don’t have a condom.”
Without stopping, I whispered, “I thought sailors were always prepared.”
His eyes snapped open. “I have MREs and a fire starter and emergency blankets.” He groaned when I squeezed his shaft a little tighter. “I can even do some light field surgery with the medic kit. But I didn’t think condoms would be necessary for wilderness survival.”
I smirked and licked my lips. “Then you’ve never experienced the wilderness with me.”
“Noted. Next time I’ll pack dozens.”
“As we discussed, this is a one-time thing, Stretch.” I gave his balls a gentle tug.
The sound that left him in response turned the heat building in my core molten. “You’ll be back for more. I promise.” He growled.
My body was a live wire, primed and ready. Despite the storm and our dingy accommodations, I had never been so turned on in my life. I wanted him. Ineededhim. After the longest dry spell in history—which had come after several years of lukewarm sex—I was owed this. One night of passion and intensity and a whole lot of insults.
“I’m on the pill. And I’ve been tested.”
“Same. Tested.” He grunted, his jaw rigid and his entire body taut. “No issues. And it’s um… been a while. Couple of years.”
Interesting. Though the cravings getting the better of me overshadowed my curiosity over the length of and reasoning behind his dry spell. I needed to get this monster inside me.
Heart pounding, I swallowed and went for it. “I’m good if you are.”
His eyes snapped to mine and he heaved out two jagged breaths. “I’m good.”
He leaned in for a long, angry kiss before shaking out the sleeping bag he’d pulled from the trunk and laying me back on it.
