Page 64 of The Lies That Shatter
He’s so close now, I can feel the heat from his body as he crowds over me, making me feel so much smaller than him. He places both hands on the door beside my head, caging me in even further as he pushes his hard body against mine. “Did you miss me?” he asks as he places a gentle kiss on the side of my cheek.
Before I can answer, he begins pressing sweet little kisses along my jaw and down my neck. When he reaches my pulse point, he sucks on my flesh, pulling a soft moan from me. He discovered quickly that it’s a sensitive area for me, and whenever he sucks on it, it’s like he’s speaking directly to my core, heating it up and making me quiver with need.
I reach around him with both hands, one resting on his hip, the other squeezing his tight ass, forcing him even closer. I canfeel his hard length pressing against my stomach and my core aches.
“I did mi—” I try to tell him exactly how much I’ve missed him—even though it feels stupid to have ached for him so much over the last couple of days we’ve been apart—but he cuts me off by pressing his lips against mine.
Before, his kisses were soft and teasing, but as soon as he claims my mouth, they become so much more. He kisses me with passion, and an intensity that has my toes curling and my core aching. I can feel myself getting wetter, and if I didn’t know how much he loves seeing how turned on I am, I’d worry about not wearing any knickers.
I feel like a ball of pent up energy; desperate to touch him everywhere, pull him closer, devour him, yet Finn acts like he has all the time in the world. His every move is calm, and he exudes patience, and quite frankly, it’s driving me mad. I want him to lose control with me, to give me everything I want, but he seems quite content to tease me until I go mad.
Every time I try to move my hands to the hem of his T-shirt, or to the waistband of his jeans, he pushes me away. I want to see all of him, to touch his bare skin, but he pushes me off. So, I change tactics, and I try to pull off my own top, but his large hand captures mine. I can’t hide the frustrated groan that escapes.
Much to my utter annoyance, Finn chuckles. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?”
His cocky smirk is so smug I want to smack him, but I refrain—just. “I want more, Finley.”
He shrugs his shoulders, not at all bothered that I just used his full name on him. I think he secretly likes that I’m the only one allowed to call him it, particularly when he hears me say it during sex. “Have you been a good enough girl, though?” heasks, his voice deep and sexy, in a way that speaks straight to my core.
I have to bite my lower lip to stop myself from moaning, even though it’s nowhere near the dirtiest thing he’s ever said to me, but I think I know where he’s going with this, and if my shorts weren’t already ruined, they would be now.
I think back to that text over a week ago now, when he promised to spank me for mentioning Ethan. So much has happened since then, with Whitlock threatening me, and whenever we met up, we just wanted to be together. No games, just passion.
I wouldn’t say I forgot about it, but I definitely put it out of my mind, knowing it would be something we revisit when the time is right. It looks like Finn has decided that the time is now, and I’m buzzing with excitement.
“I-I… Yes, I have,” I mutter, though I know he’s going to argue with my reply.
Sure enough, his brows raise and he chuckles. “Are you sure? I seem to recall you were a very bad girl the other morning. I even remember telling you I’d have to spank you for it. Do you remember?”
Of course I fucking remember,I want to shout, but it appears I’ve lost the use of my words, and all I can do is nod my head like a bloody nodding doll, which causes Finn to chuckle.
“Use your words, Mac,” he reminds me, as he presses sweet, yet searing kisses across my collarbone. If he continues like that, I stand no fucking chance at using any words.
“I-I remember.”
Suddenly, he spins me around, pressing my chest against the door. He takes hold of my hands and places them beside my head, making sure my palms are flat. Then he begins running his fingers down my sides until he reaches my hips. With one handon my hip, the other on the flat of my back, he arches me into the right position as he nudges my legs apart.
I feel so exposed like this, even with my clothes on, but I can feel his body covering mine, reminding me that I’m safe with him. I’ve always felt safe with Finn, and I know he won’t do anything I don’t want.
He presses soft kisses across the exposed skin on my back, before reaching around to the front of my vest so he can palm my tits over the thin material. As soon as he squeezes my nipples, I arch further into his hold, which pushes my ass out more, slamming against his hard, denim-covered cock.
I whimper as he continues to tease and pull my nipples, the sensations shooting straight to my core in a way that has me wet and aching. Still, Finn takes his time with me, pressing kisses along any exposed area of my back or neck, until my skin feels like it’s on fire and my body is trembling.
He moves behind me, the warmth from his body crowding over mine leaves, and I feel almost empty. I turn my head slightly, so my cheek is resting against the door, but it’s not enough to be able to see what he’s doing. It doesn’t really matter that I can’t see, I trust him explicitly, which is a thought that shocks me for a moment.
I’ve always known how I feel about Finn, so the intensity of my emotions has never shocked me, but that includes how much he hurt me when he pushed me away. Even though I knew he had his reasons, and it wasn’t at all because he didn’t have feelings for me, I was a fragile teenager who had never known any form of love. I felt let down and betrayed by the one person I thought would never hurt me.
Coming back into his life, I knew those feelings would be something we’d have to address at some point, and we have talked about it a little, but I’ve never outwardly told Finn how he made me feel. I’ve always worried that the broken part of mewould never be able to truly trust him, for fear he would break my heart again.
But, as I stand here now with my body in his hands, it hits me like a tonne of bricks. I forgave him before I even realised it, and I do trust him implicitly. How can I not trust him with my body when he already has my heart? I’m giving this man more power over me than anyone else has ever had, and I have to trust that he won’t break it—or me.
“I trust you.” I don’t know why I say it, but this just feels like one of those moments where I have to be honest with him.
He’s known me forever, and he knows trust isn’t something I handout easily. So I’m not surprised when his body stills, his lips freezing beside my cheek. He’s so close I can feel his warm breath tickling my ear, but neither of us moves.
They’re not the biggest three words I could have told him, but given my broken past, they’re definitely up there, and he knows it.
Finn reaches up and brushes my hair behind my ear, so he can see me as clearly as he can in this position—my ass still very much out and on display. The intensity in his piercing blue gaze distracts me from my vulnerable position.
