Page 90 of Wood Riddance
I bent down and dragged my tongue lazily through her folds, pinning her thighs open with a palm splayed on each one.
She gasped and bowed off the island in response.
“You like that?”
She nodded, her face and neck already flushed pink.
“Look at you, so sexy and laid out for me. You want more of my tongue, don’t you?”
I tasted her again, eliciting a moan, then flicked her clit and slid a finger inside her. My intention was to tease her. To make her beg. But I loved the taste of her and the feel of her so much I couldn’t control myself. Instead of drawing things out, I dove in, licking and sucking with fervor and reveling in her response.
Within a minute, I had two fingers inside her and she was riding my face with abandon, chasing her orgasm while pulling on my hair. What a way to start the weekend.
She was clamped tight on my fingers, seconds away from crashing over the edge, when the dog went apeshit.
Asshole.
Instantly, Adele released me, but I didn’t slow.
“Finn,” she said, her voice shaking. “Stop.”
That one word was all it took. I stood up and wiped my face, scanning her in search of what had upset her. Then I heard it. The doorbell.
“Shit,” she said, jumping off the counter so quickly she almost face-planted.
“I can’t stand up straight,” she said, looking at me with wide, glassy eyes while I steadied her. “Fuck. Fuck. I gotta get that.”
She whipped her head from side to side in a panic, then dove for her phone, which was sitting next to the sink, before scrambling for our clothing.
“Shit! Take these.” She pushed my clothes into my chest, but she didn’t look up from the screen of her phone. “And go somewhere.”
“Adele,” I said, going for soothing. She had the doorbell app pulled up, but she was flailing too wildly for me to make out the figures on the screen.
“Garage,” she said, pulling her tank top over her head. “Now. I’ll lock the door.”
I scoffed, and my heart dropped into my stomach. “You’re locking me in your garage?”
“You make it sound cruel. There’s oxygen in there.” She shimmied into her shorts and pushed me toward the door.
I paused with my hand on the doorknob while she ran toward the front hall. Maybe it was a delivery?
But then I heard a familiar voice.
Chapter29
Adele
Idropped my hand to the doorknob, trying to take a steadying breath. Clothes? Check. Hair? Probably a mess. Body? Freaking out.
“Auntie Adele!”
I pasted on a big smile as I greeted my niece and nephew, but it dropped when I locked eyes with my brother, who was standing behind them, arms crossed and frowning.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice deep and rumbling.
Blinking, I racked my brain for a plausible excuse for what took me so long to answer the door. Before I could sputter out a response, Goldie pushed her way inside.
“We came to bring this back to you.” She held out my hot pink Gagnon Lumber hoodie on her way past me.
