Page 48 of Your Two Lips
Finn cleared his throat and stared forward for a moment. Then he slowed the truck and pulled to the side in a wide spot.
“Emily, look at me. I want you. I’ve wanted you since the first time our eyes locked in The Boathouse.”
Thatwasreal. “I wasn’t sure you felt it.”
“Oh, I felt it. That was the first of many nights you tortured me by not wearing a bra.”
I laughed.
“I’m serious.” A slight grin curved the edge of his lips. I loved that little curve.
I’d never seen my breasts as the temptation that Finn did. His desire made me want him even more.
“Last night, you were so hot. Watching you come on my hand, that was incredibly good for me. If I get the chance to hold you, to kiss you, and touch your warm, silky skin, or watch you come apart again, it will blow my fucking mind.”
He kissed my fingers. “You should know that if it happens, it will be incredibly good for me. And if you aren’t ready, it’s okay. There’s no rush.”
“No, I want tonight. God, I want tonight.” Throwing my head back, I closed my eyes. “I want you to be lost in me the way you made me lost in you last night. I don’t remember how to do that, if I ever knew.”
“I’m already lost in you, Em. There isn’t anything else for you to do. I tried to resist this attraction. I can’t. I don’t want to anymore. Come home with me. We’ll make it good for both of us.”
33
EMILY
We didn’t talkin the remaining few minutes of the drive. I must have breathed. All I remember was his thumb rubbing against my palm.
He kept my hand in his as we climbed the back steps and entered through the sliding glass door. The light from a table lamp gave off a soft glow along with the under-cabinet lights in the kitchen. Finn didn’t reach to turn on more while we kicked off our shoes.
He took the dessert box from my hand and looked me in the eye. His expression was so intense it stole my breath. “A glass of wine?” He put the box in the refrigerator and pulled a bottle of Liberty Hill Cellars red from the counter.
“Finn, could you kiss me?” The words came out like a prayer.
He strolled oh so casually back to me and took my face in his hands. They were big and rough and touched me so gently. “Yes.” He lowered his mouth to mine slowly, giving me every chance to stop him. His lips were warm, and he smelled delicious. The velvet touch of his tongue on my lip sent sparks straight to my core. I opened on a sigh as I wrapped my arms around him, and he deepened the kiss, lowering his hands to pull me close. The edges of his thumbs under the hem of my sweater made me shiver as the goose flesh rose on my skin.
“Are you cold?” His breath whispered across my cheek.
“No. Not cold.” I was on fire. Taking over, I pulled his mouth back to mine. I didn’t want to talk anymore, certainly not about my doubts or fears. I wanted to be sexy, confident, and sure.
“Tell me what you want.”
Everything. Wet. Warm. Full. My thoughts were broken and static as I fought to calm my breathing.
“I don’t want to misread something because of my one-track mind,” he said.
I sighed. “I want you to fuck me.” Sex goddess words!
His eyes followed his thumb as he gently stroked my cheek. “You got it.” He bent and swept me up in his arms.
“Finn!” I laughed, releasing some of my tension.
He carried me to his bedroom and set me on my feet next to his bed. My legs brushed the soft navy-blue duvet I had imagined in my dreams since the dinner on his deck. He hit a switch, and warm light shone from the mission-style wall sconces on each side of the big, dark wood headboard.
The walls were painted a subtle chocolate brown, and the room held his scent along with the fresh evening air blowing in through an open window. A deep-pile blue rug partially covered the hardwood floors, and I imagined stretching out naked in front of the stone fireplace, beckoning Finn with a crooked finger. That would be sexy.
He hit the remote to turn on the gas logs, adding a warm glow to the soft light. I stood still, and his eyes found mine. His hand glided up my arm.
“Thank you for trusting me with your fear. I don’t want to hurt you, so I need you to talk to me, good or bad.”
