Page 40 of Songbird
Fuck it.
“No, Songbird,” I say as I turn around. “I’m not attracted to you.”
I pause, closing my eyes and taking a breath before I step over the line and into the deep end. When I open them, Rosie’s watching me with baby blues filled with so much hurt and hope that I couldn’t stop now if I tried.
“I’m a fucking mess for you.”
Her eyes widen, and the world glitches into slow motion as Rosie heaves in a breath of her own and springs forward. I catch her as she flies at me, lifting her up so she can wrap her legs around my waist and greeting her hungry mouth with my own. Her lips are frantic, her tongue desperate and needy. She tastes like sugar and she smells like sunlight, and my shaky grasp on my self-control snaps. I kiss her like a man denied water forfar too long. Lips and tongue and teeth collide as the tension between us explodes like fireworks.
“I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you,” I confess between kisses in words that come out choked and rough. “You deserve better than me, Songbird, but if you want this, I’ll give it to you.” I delve into her mouth, our tongues lashing as I grab her ass and hold her hard against my dick. “I’ll give you everything I have to give.”
Her kiss is as desperate as mine. A moan escapes her throat, and the vibration meets my tongue in a wave of temptation. I stumble toward the laundry room counter, setting her down so I can use my hands for other things, but the distance it puts between her thighs and my cock is unacceptable, so I pick her up, spin us around, and pin her against a wall.
“Give it to me, Finn,” she pants between short, sharp breaths. “I need this.”
My groan is pained, and as Rosie tips her head back, inviting me to explore her jaw and her collarbone, I drag her shirt down to bare her shoulder and run my tongue and lips down her smooth neck.
“I want to taste you,” I tell her. “I want my tongue to know every sweet inch of you.”
Rosie whimpers between kisses. “Yes. Yes.”
My dick is hard and throbbing, trapped painfully inside my jeans. I shift a little for some relief, but when Rosie feels the press of my erection against the warm, wet fabric between her legs, she rolls her hips against me, seeking friction on her clit. I push harder against her, giving her something to ride, and she gasps between thrusts of her pelvis, fingers weaving their way into my hair and growing tighter as the arousal inside her builds.
“I want to touch you,” I murmur against her ear before nipping her earlobe. “Tell me it’s okay to touch you. It’s been hell keeping my hands off you all this time.”
“Touch me, Finn,” she replies breathlessly. “Oh, God. Please. Touch me.”
I tug harder on her shirt, tearing the fabric in my frenzy to free her tits, losing my mind as she rubs herself against me. She’s wearing a lacy bra underneath her T-shirt, pale blue and pretty, the pattern swirling over her peaked pink nipples. I can’t reach them with my mouth without moving her off my cock, so I cover one breast with my palm, squeezing and then tugging, brushing and then circling, until I find the technique that makes her writhe. She likes it rough, short sharp tugs that make her body jolt and her yoga pants damp. I keep it up, fighting the climax building at the base of my spine.
Rosie’s face is flushed, her hairline is matted with sweat, and her pussy is grinding hard on my lap when she closes her eyes and draws that lush bottom lip between her teeth.
“I want you to come,” I say, low and husky. “Hard. On my dick. On my hand. On my mouth. I want you to come while I watch you touch yourself. I want your orgasm to be the reason I exist.”
“Finn?” Her voice is low and confused, her eyes closed tight, her long throat exposed as she arches her spine away from the wall. Rosie digs her nails into my shoulders and swivels her hips on the hard ridge of my jeans. “I think… I think…”
“You think what, Songbird?” I pinch her nipple again, then soothe it with my palm, sweat edging down my temple as I watch her skin flush and her breath quicken as her body tightens toward release. “You’re such a good girl grinding your greedy wet pussy on me, andfuck, look at you. You’re so beautiful. Now tell me what my beautiful Songbird thinks.”
“I think I’m going to come!”
“Yes, baby,” I say, canting my hips to give her the angle she needs. “Come so fucking hard just for me.”
I slide my hands underneath her ass and lick the moisture from her collarbone as she cries out with a wordless scream ofrelease. I set my forehead against the wall beside her, breathing through my own arousal until the threat of blowing in my pants eases. Her body slows, her grinding shifts from frenzied to lazy, and her muscles soften until her thighs release me and the only thing keeping her up are my hands under her ass. Slowly, she snakes her arms around my neck and lays her cheek on my shoulder, and I push off the wall to carry her to the counter.
“Well,” she says as I set her down. “That was unexpected.”
I rest my hands on her thighs, only letting them go when I brush a damp curl from her forehead. My fingertips sweep across her flushed cheekbone, then attempt to fix the ripped fabric of her T-shirt before giving up. She’s disheveled and flushed and gorgeous.
“Unexpected,” I agree, “but fucking amazing.”
Rosie ducks her head with a shy smile, then peeks up at me through her thick lashes. “I’ve never done that before.”
“What?” My hands have a mind of their own, because one minute I’m tenderly squeezing her thighs, and the next I’m cradling her jaw, then stroking her back. I’d stop, but I don’t want to. “Made out with your bodyguard in his brother’s million-dollar laundry room?”
“No.” The pink in her cheeks burns brighter. “I’ve never… you know.”
I smile at her discomfort, which seems silly after what we just did, but also because I’ve got no idea what she means. Then, at the self-conscious fall of her eyes again and the rising flush in her cheeks, the answer hits me like a smack across the head. My grin melts away.
“You’ve never come before?” I ask.
