Then I sit down on the sand and look up at the stars, the moon, and Finn.
My husband.
I love you.
I press my lips together, and I’m grateful when he kisses me again, so I don’t accidentally blurt the words aloud. Finn was so quiet at the wedding, so unlike himself,and I don’t want to cause him any further stress.
Further stress he might get if he thinks one day he’ll have to break my heart to be free again.
CHAPTER FORTY
Finn
I CONTINUE TO KISSNoah right here in the open. I was so eager to leave the wedding, and this so isn’t doing anything for our travel time.
I don’t know what I’m doing, but then I often don’t know what I need to do with Noah. Things feel better when we’re touching, and they feel even better when we’re kissing.
“I need you,” I murmur, sucking on the soft skin of his neck.
“You have me,” his tenor voice rumbles against my ear, but we both know it’s a lie. If I had him, he would stop talking about how we’re only in this for one year.
“I’m going to spend this year worshipping you,” I vow, and he tenses, before he wraps me tighter in his sturdy arms. His hand explores my ass. It’s not a sensation I ever thought I might like, but nerve endings jolt all the same.
“I, um, need to get this belt off,” I say.
Noah laughs beneath me. “I thought you would never suggest it.”
Then I move up and remove my belt, zipping down my fly for good measure, then helping Noah. The sound of his buckle moving through the loops shouldn’t send a zing of pleasure tumbling through my body, but it totally does.
I lean down to bathe Noah’s cock in my mouth, but he pulls me up into his arms.
“I believe I was doing something else,” he murmurs, and my heart skitters when he reaches down and cups my bare ass in his big pro-athlete hands.
“Ah... It’s, um, coming back to me.”
“Interruptions are bad, Finn,” he says.
“I’m, um, s-sorry...” My words turn jumbled and stammering when Noah rubs my tail bone. I squirm, suddenly wishing his finger would go in an even more southernly direction, even though that’s never been something I craved.
Noah’s chuckle is low and deep and appealing, vibrating below me. He moves his finger down, going where none of my hookups ventured. But then if you’re together for someone for an hour or two, maybe paying attention to the whole body isn’t something you do. Maybe I’m always supposed to be the big strong pro-athlete in those circumstances, lifting them into various positions, then fucking them hard.
This is different. It’s almost sweet. My nerve endings continue to explode, and my cock hardens. I can totally take any of these rocks on this beach.
He presses the pad of his finger against my hole, and I moan in need. Noah kisses me. “Shhhh...baby.”
My heart glows, and I thrust against him. My cock makes contact with his hardness, and now he’s stuttering a slew of moans into my mouth.
His finger presses inside me, and it’s so good.
“Do you like this?” he asks.
“It’s amazing.”
“I wish we had lube,” he says. “Then I’d stretch you, and...”
I kiss him so he shuts up. Then I startto giggle.
“What is it?”
