He hadn’t been lying when he’d told her he’d wanted to touch her since he’d first laid eyes on her. He’d been eighteen then and smitten, blown away by her beauty and her smarts and fiery personality. Now, though? He wanted her like only a man could want a woman, and he intended to show her all the ways a man could make love to a woman.
He kissed her, slow and easy and for a long time until he felt her body go lax. It took a while, but he made sure to kiss her thoroughly so she could empty that highly functioning brain of hers of everything except the feel of his lips moving over hers, of his hands leisurely roaming her body.
Only then did he stroke his fingers over her collarbone, teasing lower to the swell of her breasts. She arched, but this time it was more relaxed as she eased into his touch, exactly what he’d wanted for her. He needed her to feel his fingers, every small flutter of his lips along her neck as he wound his way to her ear.
“Better?” he whispered.
“Mmm,” was all she said, her eyes closed as she melted against his questing fingers.
Oh, yeah. Now he had her where he wanted her. Liquid, soft against the mattress, so when he teased his fingers along her legs and swept them above, she didn’t expect him to be hurried about it. She sailed on the journey with him, let him coax and explore her body the way she needed to be explored. He took his time making his way, raising her dress, parting her legs, sweeping his fingers along her silk underwear, patting her there, stroking, then gently drawing her panties down so he could touch her.
He was hard as a rock, but she was soft, silky and damp as he rubbed her with easy, deliberate strokes.
She was beautiful as she rose, then fell with a cry of release, her body shaking with it. He continued to touch her easily as she came down from it, and then he helped her undress, revealing the most beautiful body, which he’d wanted to see for so long.
He knew she was anxious so he got up and shucked his clothes, too. She stared up at him, smiling.
“Wow, Finn,” she said. “Aren’t you something?”
“I’m gonna take that as a compliment.”
“You definitely should.”
She had one arm thrown above her head, making him wish he were an artist so he could paint her just like that.
He crawled back onto the bed, between her legs, and kissed her inner thigh.
“What? Again?” she asked.
“You think you can only come once?”
“I thought maybe it was your turn.”
“We don’t do turns. And I want you relaxed.”
“I don’t know, after that pretty intense orgasm, I’m pretty mellow.”
He gave her a teasing smile. “Then let’s bring you up just a little.”
He put his mouth on her, and she said, “Oh.” After that all he heard were a lot of moans and cries and a lot of “Yes.”
She tasted sweet and tart, which fit her to a T, and all he wanted to do was make her come again, then sink inside her so he could feel her surrounding him. But after she came with a loud whimper, then settled back against the bed, he got up to get them both a drink of water, because he didn’t want to rush it. He wanted Brenna to savor every minute of tonight. And he needed to do the same.
He handed her a glass and she took a sip, setting the glass on the table. He’d already finished half of his on his walk from the kitchen to the bedroom.
“Finn.”
“Yeah.”
“I appreciate this beautiful slow seduction, but I’m here, I’ve come twice already and you have a boner the size of California. Don’t you think we should get to it?”
His lips curved. “Still in a hurry, I see.”
“No, not in a hurry. But the sooner we get to fucking, the more times we can do it. And if you’re as good at that as you are with your fingers and your mouth, I figure I can get a few more orgasms tonight.”
He laughed, then set his glass on the nightstand. “Oh, I see. Now you’re using me for sex.”
She held her arms out for him when he settled in next to her. His breath caught as she teased her fingers through the hair on his chest.
“Using you? Hardly. You are my fake fiancé, aren’t you?”
“Absolutely.”
“Then I’m putting sex into our nonbinding fake fiancé agreement.”
“There’s an agreement?”
“There is now. And it has sex in it.”
He reached into his nightstand for a condom, put it on, then rolled her over onto her back and slid his hand between her breasts, sliding a fingertip around her nipple. “Where do I sign?”
She smiled up at him. “Right there. With your tongue.”
He laid his tongue flat against her nipple, then flicked it, rewarded with her soft moan. He took the bud in his mouth and sucked gently, feeling it tighten against the roof of his mouth.
And when she lifted against him, he eased inside her, cupping her breast and taking her mouth in a kiss that felt like fire. She tasted like all he’d ever wanted, felt like everything he’d ever needed, and all he wanted was to stay like this, with her wrapped around him, until time stopped.
He could only hear the sound of her breathing, the feel of her body moving under his, the taste of her mouth as she kissed him with such deep passion that he had to fight the urge to release right then. He held back, wanting this to last all night, even though he knew he couldn’t. But she tasted so damn sweet and the way she looked at him with such raw passion nearly did him in.
He’d always known that being with Brenna would be good—damn good. But this was more than just awesome sex. He’d been half in love with her ever since he first saw her. And now that they were one like this, he couldn’t imagine ever letting her go.
She pushed at his chest and he rolled over, letting her climb on top of him, her hair a fiery cascade over her breasts as she rode him, setting the pace for both of them, making him tighten until all he could do was hold on to her hips and roll her forward and back. She tilted her head back, her beautiful breasts gliding along with her movements. And when she convulsed against him, dipping forward to kiss him as she came, he finally let go, groaning her name against her lips as he released with a shudder.
She lengthened herself along his body as they recovered, and Finn had to admit it felt pretty fine to feel her sprawled against him, her body aligned with his, her breathing soft and even. Her hair splayed across his chest and he picked up a strand, sifting it through his fingers.
Yeah. Like silk. He’d never get tired of touching her—any part of her.
“I need a drink,” she mumbled, her face buried in his shoulder.