“Even if it meant being a single parent in the Marines?”
“Oh, yeah, why do you think I hightailed my ass up there?”
“He was so lucky to have you.”
“Maybe, but I’m the lucky one. Look at what I got out of it. I’ll always have the memories of living close to Simon before he died.”
She sucks in a deep breath, and I nudge her head to the side, so I can see her face. “You’re an incredible person. Not many twenty-two year olds would make that sacrifice.”
“It wasn’t a sacrifice. It was an honor.”
“So does Elisa contact your family often? Send presents?”
“Yes. She makes sure we know where she is. I called her the day we found out Simon died. We cried together for hours, remembering him. She was devastated. Like I said, they were opposites in every way, but somehow, they meshed.”
“What do you tell Winnie?”
“The truth. She knows the present today was from her mom, and Elisa sent a picture of herself. She’s such a pretty woman. There was a note to my dad asking if she could visit soon.”
My gut turns at the thought. How will Winnie respond? “What’s your dad going to do?”
“He and Johnny want to deny her request, but I’m going to talk them into letting her come. I think it’s important that we let her see Winnie. No matter what, we all lost Simon, who is the only parent Winnie knew. I want her to know she has a mother, too. Mothers can’t be replaced.”
Her expression pains me. She’s not only thinking about Winnie; she’s referring to her own mother.
“Presley…” I lower my head to hers. It’s time to lay out my cards and pray she’s on the same page. “I want this, all of it. I want you, and not only in the sense that you make me hard with one look, or that my heart races every time we’re in the same room. I’m in this for the long haul. You’re setting the pace. I know my job scares you, and I know you’ve always played your life safe, but please take a chance on us.”
“Yes,” she whispers, and her breath spreads across my lips. “I want that, too.”
Then a force of understanding hits me so hard my heart hammers in my chest. This was not an invitation for sex or a promise for a night of passion. This is her letting me into her life.
I lift her chin and kiss along her neckline, stopping to nibble on her earlobe.
“How is it possible to feel this way in such a short period of time?” she rasps.
“I feel like I’ve been waiting for you my whole life. From the moment I saw you, I didn’t stand a chance.” I suck on the skin underneath her ear.
“Finn.”
“Hmm?”
“I didn’t stand a chance either.” Her hands trail across my chest and down my torso. When she reaches the waistband of my shorts, her fingertips dip inside and scrape lightly against the tip of my dick.
A growl gets stuck in my throat as my cock sends a message to my brain, begging for more. “Presley—”
“Yes?” Her soft lips glide up the column of my throat.
“Babe, you’re playing with fire. Only so much I can take.”
“So stop fighting it.” She leans back and gives me a slow, seductive grin.
That’s all the encouragement I need. Without warning, I stand and lift her, forcing her arms and legs around me. She gives a little yelp before I cover her mouth with my own and move toward her bedroom.
I shuffle us to the edge of her bed and sit, never breaking our connection. She tightens, fisting her hands in my hair and deepening the kiss. My hands skim up her back until I reach the zipper on her dress and start to lower it slowly.
She breaks away and leans back, helping me pull the straps off her shoulders. The dress slides down, pooling around her waist between us and exposing her bare chest. My tongue swells, and my heart beats double time. The sight of her partially naked, sitting in my lap, is utter perfection.
I run my thumb across one hard nipple before leaning in to swirl my tongue around the other. My eyes raise to hers, and I suck hard when she lets out a small moan. She arches into my mouth and starts to rock her hips into mine. The friction becomes too much, and I force myself to pull away and twist, laying her across the bed. Slowly, I make my way down her body, kissing every inch of skin until I reach the dress around her hips.
I slide to my knees on the floor and take the dress with me. The sight of her in nothing but pink lace panties makes my dick throb painfully. Quickly, I remove my own shirt and slide back over her body.
Our eyes meet, and I get lost in the passion and hunger flowing between us. “You’re fucking perfect.”
“So are you.”
I lean in to kiss her again, skimming my hand along her side to cup her ass, and press her closer.
She reaches down, sliding her hand into my shorts and wrapping her fingers around my cock. I groan against her tongue, feeling the warmth of her touch all the way to my bones. She starts to stroke, and I roll away, knowing much more and I’ll come from just her touch.
I place kisses down her body again, this time taking her panties and throwing them over my shoulder. My mouth moves against her inner thighs, nipping and sucking until I reach her swollen lips. My tongue darts out to lick her, and she bucks against my mouth.
“Finn—” her hands go to my head, and she lets out a small cry.
I savor the taste of her, licking and nipping until her thighs tense around my head. I try to slow down, but my tongue takes over, diving deeper. Her moans become pants when I increase my speed and suck hard. The instant my thumb touches her clit, she screams and bows off the bed as her orgasm washes through her.
The sound rocks though me, and I move quickly, sliding my shorts off and grabbing a condom out of my wallet. She’s trembling and breathless when I crawl up her body, bracing on my elbows above her.
“Fucking delicious. I’m addicted after only one taste,” I whisper as I run my mouth along her neck.
Her legs wrap around my waist, the tip of my dick rubbing against her hot entrance.
“Please.” She takes the condom out of my hand, opens it, and rolls it on expertly.
I moan as her fingers slide down my dick.
My stomach lurches as she lays back and guides me inside her. I ease in slowly, sinking inch by inch until our bodies are flush against each other, and she lets out a throaty whimper. I let her body adjust and close my eyes, willing myself not to come. She’s so tight and wet, her heat seeping through the rubber barrier.
When I open my eyes and look down at her, our gazes lock. Need flashes across her face, and I start to move. With each thrust, I pick up the pace and feel her muscles clench, pulling me further inside. She grips my shoulders and arches her head and chest into mine, rubbing her nipples against my own. Blood rushes to my head, making me dizzy.
Every stroke inside her feels like heaven, and my mind begs for release. I fight to regain control before I blow.
Her lips part, and she breaks our gaze, her eyes fluttering closed as her hips meet mine, taking me closer to the edge. I kiss along her shoulder and collarbone, soaking in each tiny whimper and moan she makes. Our bodies find a rhythm unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, and I growl with possessiveness.
Her eyes fly open and flare with understanding as she gasps loudly, flings her head back, and cries out, convulsing underneath me. I watch in awe when her face flushes and her body bucks up as she comes apart. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed, and the image sears into my brain.
I speed up and pump into her twice more before slamming deep. My arms start to shake as I explode in the most intense orgasm of my life. My dick pulses inside her, and she moans again, sending another rush through me.
Her arms tighten, and she buries her head in my neck while we both work to catch our breath. Our sweaty bodies stick together, and I wish like hell we could stay this way all night.
When I can move, I roll to the side, careful not to crush her
. She sighs when I slide out, and I feel the same disappointment. Reluctantly, I go to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and then crawl back in, tucking her to me.
“Ecstasy,” she murmurs, barely above a whisper.
“It was,” I agree, sweeping my lips across her forehead.
She looks up at me with a gleam in her eye and gives me a shy smile. My chest constricts, and I fight to breathe. Her beauty shines so bright, I’m almost paralyzed by the emotions building inside. One thing is for certain; I will never get enough of her.
Chapter 14
Presley
Finn’s lips run along my shoulders and stop at my neck, where he nibbles and licks in small circles. Goosebumps pop up on my arm as I cuddle into his warm body.
“Good morning,” I mumble.
“Morning.”
There’s barely a sliver of light shining through the blinds. “Why are you awake so early?”
“Usually, it’s my internal clock, but this morning, something else woke me up.”
He flexes his hips, and his hard erection rubs against the small of my back. Suddenly, I’m wide-awake. He skims one hand up my side at an agonizingly slow rate, leaving a trail of heat. Once he reaches the underside of my breast, he rubs a random pattern around my hardened nipple until I arch into his palm.
“Roll into me, baby. Let me see you.”
He scoots back a few inches to allow me to turn. Even in the dim light, his eyes captivate me. They shine bright with a look I can only describe as desire and longing. He props up on his elbow and moves his hand from my chest to my face, caressing my cheek gently.
“God, you’re gorgeous. I’ve been lying here watching you, wondering how it’s possible you could be more beautiful.”
“You’ve been watching me?”
“Couldn’t take my eyes off you. Even in the earlier darkness, I could make out the outline of your body under the sheets and watched the rise and fall of your chest, each memory of last night replaying in my mind.”
Heat creeps up my cheeks when I remember the way I shattered in his arms with pleasure I never knew was possible. My body awakens completely, doing an all over shiver.
His lips tip in a sexy smirk right before he leans to kiss me gently.
“I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough of you. Last night didn’t even scratch the surface of my craving for you.”
“Like what?” I press my chest against his, wrapping one leg around his hip.
He drops his head back and thrusts forward, running the tip of his cock between my legs and hitting my slick folds. I moan shamelessly, shoving back.
“Fuck!” He moves lightning fast and has me on my back under him with one swift motion. His knees frame my hips, and he pins my hands over my head with his arm.
I wriggle, trying to get loose, and his eyes zone in on my bouncing chest. He grips my wrists tighter and skims his free hand down my neck, across my collarbone, stopping at my breastbone. His eyes lock with mine, desire mixes with passion, and electrifying sensations shoot through me. I buck up, needing to feel his body connect with mine.
“Stop moving, Presley. Let me take my time.”
He lowers his head and places open-mouthed kisses down my chest until he reaches one aching nipple. I swallow down my moan when he latches on and sucks greedily. His free hand moves to the other and caresses gently, grazing his fingertips across my other throbbing peak. The light stubble on his cheeks rubs roughly along my oversensitive skin. I strain against his hold and suck in a cry when he bites down and squeezes at the same time.
He kisses away the sting and comes back up my body, releasing my restrained hands. His mouth takes mine in a greedy kiss. This is unlike any kiss I’ve ever experienced. This is demanding and dominant, giving no room for questions. Last night, I thought I imagined it, but now, there’s no denying. He’s claiming me, pouring in his possession without words. I easily give in, kissing him back until I grow light-headed.
My hands thread through his hair as I lean back, meeting his heated stare. “Yes,” I let out in a breathy murmur.
“Yes, what?”
“Whatever that was, a question, a statement, a declaration… Whatever that kiss was, the answer is yes.”
He stills, his eyes turning to liquid as he searches my face.
“You’re mine.”
“I am.” My heart thunders in my chest at the revelation.
One of his hands slides under my shoulder, and the other cradles my neck. He jerks back, lifting me with him, and kneels on his calves. I squeak in surprise, my arms and legs wrapping around him. The hand on my back glides down my spine, curves around my ass, and stops when one finger slides easily into me.
“Hmmm,” I hum, throwing my head back.
He adds a finger and teases me, stroking in and out at a torturously slow pace.
“So fucking wet, so fucking hot. I’ve been thinking about this all night. My tongue is begging to lick you, but I want you to come against my fingers. I need to see you. Can you do that?”
My climax starts to build with his words as he expertly works his fingers inside of me. His thumb skims lightly over my clit, and a rumble escapes my throat. He starts to scissor his fingers, and I jerk, calling his name as the orgasm hits me. He nibbles on my neck as I tremble, coming down from my high. I feel him smile against my skin.
“Oh my…”
He removes his fingers and grips my hips, tilting them forward. Slowly, he glides into me until we’re flush against each other. I clench around him, feeling every inch in a deliciously sore way. He doesn’t move, allowing me to adjust at this angle.
“You’re so fucking tight. I didn’t think it was possible to get any hotter, but the way your pussy is gripping my dick has me ready to explode. Don’t move, baby. Give me a second,” he whispers against my skin as he brushes feather light kisses along my chest.
His words alone have me clenching again, this time to try to tame the coiling in the base of my spine. I lift my head at the same time, pushing into him. My nipples crush against his chest, and he growls, thrusting upwards. We move in sync, flexing into each other perfectly.
“This is going to be quick, babe, but I promise to make it up to you. All day long, your body is mine. Tomorrow, you’re going to remember this feeling, me inside you.” He glides in and out. “Every step you take, every time you sit down, every fucking time you move, you’re going to feel me.”
“Yes,” I moan, squeezing my arms around his shoulders.
Expertly, he keeps our chests pressed together as he pumps into me from below. With each movement, I feel him withdraw then drive back in as far as he can. My body welcomes the invasion, gripping him tightly. His hands grip my hipbones, squeezing to hold me in place.
“Look down, Presley.”
I follow his eyes downward and suck in a quiet breath. Watching him rocking into me is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. My breathing comes in pants as my release starts to build again.
“Finn,” I mumble as my mind grows fuzzy with lust. “Oh my God, Finn…”
“That’s it, baby. Let go. I’m right here with you.”
He speeds his movements, and I scream out his name again when black spots cloud my vision, and my heart plummets as I fly apart in his arms. I barely hear his own cry when he comes, his mouth biting down on my shoulder. He doesn’t stop moving, and one orgasm turns into two when his dick pulses against my sensitive inner walls.
I latch onto him tighter, scared to let go. His hands rub up and down my back, massaging gently as his heart beats to the same rhythm as mine.
“You’ve ruined me. It’s a good thing we already established you’re mine, because I’d never let you go.”
I grin against his neck, still unable to speak. After a few minutes, he lays us down and moves beside me, tucking me into him.
“Babe, I fucked up.”
I snap my face to see his pained expression. “What’s wrong?”
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“I didn’t use a condom. I got caught up—”
“It’s okay,” I cut him off. “I’ve been on birth control for years, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
His face softens, and he runs his hand along my hairline, then along the column of my throat gently. “I’m clean, Presley. I’m not worried about anything, but if you want me to wear a condom, I will.”
“I think it’s safe to say we’re in a committed relationship. Therefore, it should be fine for us to forego the prophylactics.”
His eyes start to dance as he fights a grin. “My girl and her vocabulary. Yeah, it’s extremely safe to say we’re in a committed relationship. It’s also safe to say I’m not letting you go.”
His statement sends a warm and fuzzy feeling straight to my bones.
“I really, really like the sound of that.”
“Me too. Now, how do you feel about a shower before I feed you? That will be the only time we need to leave this bed today.”
“I like the sound of that even better.”
“Finn!” I swat at his shoulder and try to scoot away from his roaming hands. “I’m attempting to help you!”
“I can’t help it if you’re too sexy to stay away.” He nuzzles my neck and presses his obvious erection against my thigh. “Watching you do your thing makes me hard.”
“First of all, I can’t see how my editing your paper is remotely sexy. Secondly, should I worry that you’re always hard? Is that normal?”
He gives me a sly smirk and moves his hand up my leg, stopping at the hem of his t-shirt he insisted I wear after our shower this morning.
“Let’s see, how can I answer this? You editing my paper is sexy because I’ve discovered that, when you concentrate, you crinkle your eyebrows and nose in a seriously adorable expression. I can almost see the wheels in your head turning. And you should never worry about me being hard, because I’m constantly turned on when I’m with you. It doesn’t help that we’re lying in your bed, and the only things separating me from your body is a cotton t-shirt and my gym shorts. I could have us both naked in under ten seconds.”
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