And fuck, the more I move, the more I’m suddenly aware of muscles I never knew existed.
But as memories flood back, you’ll never hear me complain.
Last night was wicked hot. I don’t even care that I may never be able to walk straight again. Being with Finn was so worth it.
True to his word there was, indeed, no dying involved. It was anything but death. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever felt more alive.
I’m certain Finn had me speaking in tongues as I hung on the precipice of ecstasy countless times before I inevitably succumbed to sleep. I’ll never forget how it felt when his cock finally sank into me. With his eyes boring into mine, he bottomed out and groaned, “Fuck… you’re perfect.”
I know more words were said, but the moment he moved, I lost all train of thought. He played my body so well, I swear Finn was given a secret code that had never been cracked. I have never… and I mean never… come so many times in one night.
“Hmmm…” Finn moans as he snakes his arms around me and pulls me back into him. “Where do ya think you’re goin’?”
Damn, his sleepy voice is sexy.
My first instinct is to keep moving, but when he kisses my neck and spoons me tighter, I find myself snuggling back into him. I guess I can give in for a few minutes longer.
“Well,” I say on a laugh when he runs his fingers along my rib cage. “Some of us have to work today.”
“You haven’t gotten much sleep.”
“And whose fault is that?” I quickly counter.
His husky laugh makes my stomach flip in anticipation as he tsks, “I seem to recall you being very satisfied last night.”
“It was all right,” I lie playfully.
Suddenly, my body’s flipped, and I’m lying flat on my back, staring into Finn’s heated blue eyes. In my next breath, his body settles between my legs, and his brows raise in challenge. “Last night wasjust all right, was it?”
Running his hand along my thigh, he cups my mound.
Fuck. I’m already dripping wet. My traitorous body acts as if he didn’t wring countless orgasms from me throughout the night. My once-sore muscles are long forgotten. When he traces a finger through my wetness, my hips arch up to meet him.
The moment his fingers enter me, he cocks a brow and asks, “Does this feeljust all right?”
Oh, it feels more than all right.
Sliding in and out, it’s all I can do not to scream out the truth. I crave him more than my next breath.
My God, what is this man doing to me?
Biting my lower lip to keep from expressing just how right it feels, I simply stare into his captivating blue eyes.
“What time do you have to be at work?”
I hear words but can’t comprehend them. I’m too busy enjoying the rhythm he’s playing.
Closing my eyes, my body arches further toward him.
Then he stills and firmly asks, “Raven?”
“Huh?” He expects me to not only think but form actual words?
I try thrusting my hips into his hand, but the bastard just repeats himself, “Raven, what time do you need to be at work?”
“Not until four. Though I need to do a few things at home before I go in.”
Finn’s eyes glint with mirth. “Is that your way of saying I can take my time with you?”
