Page 85 of Broken Warrior
All I know is that I love Fin, he loves me, and if he doesn’t make love to me right this second I might just die.
“Tate, baby, this is dangerous.”
I shake my head as I kiss him. “I want this. I want you, Fin.”
He grunts as I rake my nails down his chest and stomach until my fingers land on his fly. “M’eudail.”
“Touch me, Finlay. Please. Touch me, love me. I need you to be mine for always.”
“Tate…” He searches my eyes again, his so full of emotion that my throat goes tight. “This isn’t… I didn’t want things to be this way the first time, not after everything…”
He’s sweet.“Don’t I get a say in this?”
Fin frowns but nods.
“I love you for wanting this to be special in some way and I understand why you want that for us, but being with you at all is special, Fin. It means everything because we’re in love.” And because I don’t want him to even attempt to argue or stop this or anything else, I pop the button on his fly, unzip and shove my hand down the front of Fin’s pants before he can try.
“Jesus,” he groans, his head falling back against the couch as I squeeze his giant erection. “Fuck, Tate.”
I lean forward and kiss his throat as I work him in my hand, my pussy so wet and needy I’m not sure how long I can keep this up. But I want to. I like having this kind of power over Fin, like knowing what my touch is capable of doing to him, knowing thatI’mthe one making him moan and grunt because I want to touch him. I want to keep going, want Fin so crazy with his feelings and desire that he forgets all of his insecurities, that he’s forced to forget about everything that he thinks makes him unworthy of anything good. I want him solely focused on how much I love him, how much I want him, and how good we can feel, how perfect we are together.
My free hand slides up Fin’s side, over his pecs and the smattering of hair that covers them until I’m gripping the side of his neck. I kiss and nip the way he did to me until Fin groans, reaches up and cups the back of my head before turning to kiss me.
It’s another kiss from my dreams, another kiss I never thought I’d experience.
An absolutely brutal kiss that drives me wild while making me want to cry at the same time.
It’s a real kiss from a man in love.
And it’s just what I need to be brave enough to do what I’ve wanted to do for way longer than I am willing to admit.
With a barely stifled moan, I pull my hand out of Fin’s jeans then use both of them to start tugging the denim down his trunk-like thighs. They don’t really budge much but I’m not a quitter, especially as I feel Fin smile into our kiss before his hands move to the back of my top where they unclasp it, the straps quickly sliding all the way down to my wrists.
I toss the bra to the side then resume fighting Fin’s jeans, the man chuckling against my lips as he lifts up and finally helps me with his stupid pants.
And because I want to see him, see Fin shirtless and as naked as he can get in this position, I pull back and take in a sight I was not really prepared for.
His lust-filled gaze, those blue eyes hooded as they connect with mine.
Fin’s perfect lips swollen, his face flushed, neither of them things his scruff would ever be able to hide.
Oh god, and his body…
So many defined muscles, the gorgeous tattoo on his chest, and scars.
Dozens of tiny scars that I already knew about, that break my heart to see on full display, but only for a few seconds because Fin is beautiful despite the ugly reason he has them. Those scars don’t make him who he is because they didn’t break him, even if he thinks they did. Those scars are simply a part of his history and Fin overcame those right along with everything else.
This man is truly a warrior.
And even though I’m having this moment full of unfiltered pride over my boyfriend, the second my gaze travels further over his many abs and lands directly on his enormous cock resting against them, I can’t help but gasp.
“Tate,” Fin groans. “If you keep looking at me like that…”
I lift my eyes to his and realize instantly he’s not looking at my face.
No, Finlay is staring directly at my naked breasts and for the first time in my entire life, I actuallylike it.
“I’ll stop.” I smile as he frowns at my chest, but once again I don’t let him speak. I just sit a little taller, grab onto Fin’s shoulders and shove my boobs in his face while I position myself directly over his erection. “Move my thong out of the way, Finlay.”
