Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
His confidence in me, in my ability to fix this, makes my chest ache. I glance up at him, and the air between us shifts.
“Why do you do that?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Do what?”
“Say things that make me want to believe you.”
Finn doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he reaches out and brushes a strand of hair from my face, his hand lingering against my cheek.
“Because I mean them,” he says simply.
I don’t know who moves first, but suddenly his mouth is on mine, and the world narrows to just this moment. His kiss is slow and deliberate, like he’s savoring every second. His hands find my waist, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us.
The smell of damp earth and flowers surrounds us, grounding me even as I feel like I’m floating. Finn kisses me like he’s claiming me, like he’s been waiting for this as long as I have.
When we finally break apart, he rests his forehead against mine, his breath warm against my skin.
“You’re dangerous,” he murmurs, echoing the words I’ve thought about him more than once.
I laugh softly, my fingers tracing the edge of his jaw. “And you’re definitely Mr. Wrong.”
Finn grins, and it’s the first time I’ve seen it—the kind of smile that transforms his whole face, making him look younger, softer.
He kisses me again, deeper this time, and my knees go weak. Before I know it, my legs are hitched around his thighs, surrounded by the remnants of my greenhouse his palms press against my skin and light me on fire in ways I’ve never been lit before. It’s messy and imperfect, but it’s us, and it feels right.
I wrap my arms tightly around his neck, my body moving against his with a fierce intensity. My senses are heightened and I feel truly alive in this moment. I’d be lying if I said I haven’t longed for the moment when his body would be wrapped around mine. It’s a fantasy that’s been consuming me, closing my eyes at night and imagining his strong arms wrapped around me, possessing me with all the strength and energy he holds within himself.
His hands glide up my thighs, lifting my sleep shirt as anticipation courses through me. His deep voice breaks the silence of the room.
"You're so fucking beautiful, I'd fight to the death before letting any harm come to you," he murmurs, revealing my bare ass to the cool air.
My body trembles in frustration, craving more of him–his touch, his lips–anywhere and everywhere on me.
"Do you want me that badly, Tessa?" he teases, a playful smirk on his lips.
His thumbs trail across my ass cheeks, brushing against my hot, soaked pussy. The sensation only fuels my desire for him.
"Have you been waiting for this moment, sunshine?" he asks, his breath hot against my ear.
I nod against him, my lips trailing along his neck, at a loss for words in favor of all sensation.
With ragged breathing, he pulls my shirt over my head and it falls into the water at our feet in a whoosh of fabric. My panties quickly follow suit and I’m left pressed against him in nothing but my bra. My arousal pulses and surges between my legs as I wait for him to claim every inch of me.
My hips are bucking of their own accord, and with agonizing slowness, he trails sweet kisses down my neck and along my collarbone. He groans then, lifting me onto the counter where I pot my plants and then Finn's hot tongue is dragging up the slit of my soaked pussy. He flicks and drags his tongue across my hardened clit, as I clutch at the edge of the table. He continues to lick and dive with his tongue, swirling and then teasing with light nips and licks, pulling away just as I’m on the edge.
"Let me hear you. I want to know how it makes you feel to have my tongue in your hot pussy," he grunts, and his hands fist tighter, my hips pushing against his mouth, pleasure surging as he thrusts two fingers into my pussy and curls them, hitting a tight bundle of nerves deep inside that sends me groaning and moaning. I slump, my body lax and breathless, thighs shaking. "Not done yet, Princess."
He ushers me across the length of the table, pushing my hot skin against the cool worn wood and sending a thrill through me. He slips his palms down my back, sliding down my spine before smacking my ass playfully.
"Close your eyes," he orders, his eyes boring into mine, and I see the switch then.
"Yes..." I close my eyes and turn away from him. I wait, my breath slow and measured as goosebumps race across my skin. I wait and I fucking wait, every nerve in my body on edge, aware of every shift he makes, until finally his fingertips trace the curve of my ass, before both hands wrap around my wrists and I feel the rough pads of his fingers slipping against my skin.