Page 59 of Fighting for Love (Boston Love)

He walked up to me, and my body shivered when he reached for my shirt and lifted it over my head. Then goosebumps raced across my skin when his finger ran from my neck down to my cleavage.

“Do you like when I touch you?”

I quickly licked my dry lips and said with a scratchy voice, “Y-yes.”

He smiled and leaned down, his mouth inches from mine. When he licked my lips, I groaned. It had to have been one of the hottest things I’d ever experienced, and I had a feeling there would be a hell of a lot more of those tonight.

“Better?”

The only thing I could do was nod.

His right hand went behind my back and in a flash, my bra was undone and falling down my arms. I lifted a brow and smirked.

“Wes taught me on the mannequins our mother used for sewing. Scarred me for months when he told me it was one of Angie’s bras we’d used.”

With a smile, I shook my head and whispered, “Naughty boys.”

He winked. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

Everything seemed to have come to a standstill. The only thing I noticed was Finn. His smile. The heat coming from his body. The soft kisses he peppered over my skin while making his way to my breast.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. I’m not going to last five seconds inside of you.”

Swallowing hard, I closed my eyes while he took a nipple into his mouth. “Oh God,” I gasped. I wasn’t going to last a second more if he kept this up. The moment he’d touched me I’d begun to fear I was going to come.

Finn moved over to my other nipple. I forced myself to look at him. His eyes were closed and he wore a look of pure pleasure on his face as he sucked, bit, and pulled. Teasing me with what was going to come.

He dropped to the floor and grabbed my ass, squeezing it while he kissed my stomach. “Your body is so perfect. I’ve never seen such a beautiful body.”

I wanted to believe him, but doubt pushed its ugly head into my thoughts. Given all the women Finn had been with, I was positive I was nothing special.

Slowly pulling my jeans down, he stopped and took one of my shoes off, tossing it to the side and then doing the same thing with the other foot. “My heart is racing, Finn.”

Glancing up at me, he flashed me a megawatt smile, his dimples making my stomach drop. “So is mine, Éan.”

“Really?” I asked in a surprised voice. He nodded and helped me out of my jeans. I stood there dressed in nothing but my boy short panties. Had I known we would be making love tonight I would have worn something sexier. Especially with the way Finn was staring at me.

His finger traced the edge of my panties. “Do you have any idea how damn sexy you are, Rory?”

“I am?” I asked in a shaky voice.

My body trembled as he ever so slowly pulled my panties down. A deep growl came from the back of his throat as I stepped out of them and Finn stood. “I’m having a hard time controlling myself. Come on.”

He took my hand and led me to his bathroom, where he reached into his large walk-in shower and turned the water on. It cascaded down from the ceiling like rain. My eyes scanned the inside of the shower to see it had six showerheads pointing from every direction possible. I chomped on my lip as I stood there and wondered how many women Finn had had sex with in this shower. Panic quickly filled my chest.

Or maybe it was jealousy.

Either way, I needed to get a grip.

Looking away, I took in a deep breath, only to have Finn place his hands on the sides of my face and turn me to him. “Talk to me, Éan.”

I searched his face, hoping to find the answer in his eyes.

“How many women have you had sex with in there?”

His face turned white, and he dropped his hands. Then he shut off the water, grabbed a towel, and wrapped my body in it.

I instantly hated myself for bringing it up and ruining the mood. Finn had worked so hard on making this night special, and I had to go and open my big mouth with my silly insecurities.

“Rory, I don’t want this night to be a comparison in your mind.”

Pinching my brows together, I asked, “What do you mean?”

“If everything I do you’re going to wonder in your mind how many other women I did it for also, then this is not going to be the night I want it to be.”

My eyes fell to the floor as my face heated. “I’m sorry. It’s just…I’ve only been with one man and it was so long ago and I know you’ve been with…um…a number of women. I’m feeling insecure and hate myself for it. Especially when you went out of your way for everything to be perfect.”

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