Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
“Give me the tour,” I demanded when he finally let me up for air.
“You want a tour?” Eyes glassy and lips damp, Finn looked as dazed as I felt. I liked being the one to befuddle him for a change.
“Start with the bedroom.”
Chapter Thirteen
Harrison
I enjoyed watching understanding bloom across Finn’s face, his eyes going wide and cheeks going pink.
“That kind of tour I can do.” Spinning me back around, he steered me toward a set of stairs I hadn’t noticed before. They were similar to a ladder, with narrow rungs at a steep angle. “It’s up there.”
“Ah.” I hadn’t expected to have to climb into his bedroom, but if there was a mattress on the other side, I was more than turned-on enough to make the trek. I went first, Finn close behind me. “I feel like I’m climbing on board some sort of pirate ship.”
“I do love your imagination, Harry. And the view.” Laughing, he reached up and groped my ass, a gentle caress punctuated by a playful pinch.
“Hey!”
“Complaining?” Finn gave me another pat as I reached the loft.
“Not at all.” There was barely enough room to stand and barely enough time to appreciate the built-in captain’s style bed and colorful linens before Finn was tumbling me onto the mattress. He stretched out over me, looming just dangerously enough to have my body give a happy shudder.
I loved being surrounded by him like this. I enjoyed being in charge in certain situations, liked solving problems, and had no difficulty ordering people around when I needed to, but there was something so freeing about letting go in the bedroom. Something about Finn’s size and commanding nature made all my usual swirling worries disappear, let me live in the moment in a way that was often out of reach for me.
And he kissed me like my surrender meant something, like I meant something. I still had no clue what was happening between us. This sort of leisurely pace was not something I ordinarily associated with sex. Sad but true that I was better at drawing an experience out than most of my partners, who tended to gallop along to the finish line so they could get on with their busy lives. Not Finn.
I was fast becoming addicted to the slow but thorough way he kissed, the way even the swipes of his tongue were deliberate and unhurried. Finn was using one arm to balance, but he stroked his free hand down my side, pulling my polo loose.
“Yes.” I couldn’t help the gasp when his palm met my bare stomach.
“Yeah?” Finn gave me a lazy grin. “Want more?”
“That’s a question?” Even my laugh was shaky.
“Always. I’m easy to please. Another five hours of kissing like this sounds pretty perfect right about now, but if you wanna take your shirt off, that would also be amazing. Love how warm your skin is.”
“Shirts off. You too.” I was dying to get my hands on all those muscles.
Finn sat up long enough to let us both shrug out of our shirts. His skin was golden with patches of light freckles. He was fuzzier than I’d expected, which made me even harder. Running my palms all over his chest and upper arms, I made a happy noise as he pushed me back into the pillows.
Chests touching, we continued to kiss and touch until he was rocking against my hip, and I was arching against him, seeking any friction I could. His chest hair against mine. His abs dragging against my stomach. Our jeans rubbing, our mouths clinging. It wasn’t enough. Then, right when I was about to beg, his big hand cupped me through my jeans, squeezing my aching cock.
“Fuck,” I moaned against his lips. It was the rare curse from me, but that was how close to the edge he had me. “If you keep that up, I’m going to make a mess.”
“We can’t have that.” With a devilish glint in his eyes, Finn slid backward on the bed until he could pepper my abs with kisses, fingers toying with my belt. “Can I play?”
“Yes.” Shamelessly, I rocked up toward his busy hands. I liked that he’d asked, but I’d go along with almost any of his desires at that point, especially if it got his grip on my cock. “That’s… Oh.”
I didn’t even have a chance to tell him how good his grasp felt before he leaned in and licked a wet path all along my shaft.
“You speechless might be my new favorite thing.” Finn grinned wickedly right before he swallowed me deep, cheeks hollowing, eyes drifting closed.
“And this is…mine.” I managed to get the words out while I tried to memorize exactly how hot he looked. “Fuck.”
Unlike his slow kisses, Finn went right for a devastating rhythm of going deep and using his tongue on every upstroke, and it was all I could do to moan and cling to the mattress to avoid yanking his hair.