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I want his mouth all over me.
I want his hands to squeeze every inch of my body.
Every second that he spends tasting me, is another second that I don’t want him to stop.
Ever.
CHAPTER 48
JAYDEN
I can’t resist anymore.
Every flicker of confidence Finley shows drags me deeper under her spell. It’s the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen—so captivating it feels like it’s burning straight through my ribs. I don’t just want to kiss her. I want to consume her.
Finley is perfect. Beautiful. Everything I didn’t know I was looking for until right now.
“Don’t stop… please…” she whispers, voice catching when I nuzzle into the curve of her shoulder.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, nails grazing my scalp as her mouth finds mine again. Her tongue slides over my lip, slow and wet, sending a shiver straight down my spine.
“Baby,” I groan into her mouth as she shifts in my lap, grinding her heat down over my cock.
She’s warm through the thin barrier of clothes—too warm. Too much. The tease of her rolling hips has me on edge, every moan spilling from her throat sweet as sin.
I want more.
I want her voice shattered on my name. I want her hoarse and wrecked and shaking until she can’t think about anyone but me.
Me and Eli.
Because he’s still here.
He’s in Finley. Woven into her DNA, laced into the taste of her mouth, in my memory of their kiss earlier. His gravelly groans echo inmy head while my tongue twists with hers, my hands gripping tighter around her back and ass.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I mutter against her mouth, dragging my lips to her jaw. My palms smooth down her back, slow, claiming, until I’m gripping her ass. “So damn beautiful…”
“So good,” Finley whines when I lick down her neck, sucking at the soft skin until her head tips back with a gasp.
The way her hips rock has my cock throbbing, straining against my zipper. The ache pulls apart the last threads of control.
Gripping her ass tighter, I roll her onto her back along the chaise, the hem of Eli’s jersey riding high around her waist. My mouth trails down her stomach, biting, licking, covering every inch until she’s writhing beneath me.
“Oh God,” Finley moans when I mouth across the tops of her covered tits.
“That’s not my name, Lucky.” I glance up, catching her eyes while I suck lightly at her skin. “And while I fuck you, it’s my name falling off your sweet tongue. Got it?”
She nods fast, chest rising sharp under my hands as I shove the jersey higher.
The faint trace of Eli’s cologne still clings to the fabric, mixing with the salt of her sweat from the bar, and it knocks through me like a punch. Want tangled with frustration until I’m kissing lower, lower, over the soft curve of her stomach just to burn it off my tongue.
Kneeling between her thighs, I pop the button of her leather pants and rip them down, pulse hammering at the sight of her soaked white panties.
“Jayden…” she breathes, the sound soft and broken as my mouth finds the inside of her thighs, kissing the pale skin, licking the faint stretch marks like they’re scripture.
The scars make my jaw lock. Heat curls through me, dark and ugly, because I want names. Faces. Every motherfucker who hurt her, who hurt Eli. One day, they’ll regret ever drawing breath.
But tonight is for her.
