“I want you.”
“Thank God.” He tore open the condom with quick fingers and rolled it on, his attention staying on her. “Tell me which position works best for you.”
She blinked, her breath still coming in pants and her mind scattered. She’d never had a guy ask that before. They always just…did their thing unless she made a suggestion. “Hands and knees.”
He hissed out a breath, clearly in full approval. “Flip over, gorgeous. I’m going to make you do that again.”
Normally, she would’ve made a joke, a tease, something to lighten the situation and take the pressure off because she was a one-orgasm kind of girl, but she couldn’t find the words. If he wanted to give it his best shot, by God, she was going to let him.
She turned over, strangely unself-conscious about baring herself to him in that way, and gave herself over to the moment.
Bring it on, Dorsey.
chapter
SIXTEEN
Finn’s head, body, and brain were going to explode. Subatomic particles. That was all that would be left. Every part of him had been screaming for relief since Liv had set that plate of cookies in his lap. But once he’d gotten her into the pool house, all he’d wanted to do was savor. The girl he’d known had grown into a bold, sexy, blessedly unashamed woman.
All lush curves and bronze skin and teasing smiles. Every inch of her begged to be kissed, licked, stroked, bitten. He’d wanted to feast on each bit laid out before him, have the taste of her on his tongue forever. Had wanted to hear those breathy, needy sounds she made when he put his mouth on her. But hearing her lose it, feeling her body grip his fingers, and now seeing her on her hands and knees waiting for him, all sense of patience or savoring the moment had left him. Instead, a wave of violent urgency rumbled through him like an earthquake.
His hands trembled with the force of it as he gripped her hips. He’d promised to make this good for her, but he wasn’t sure he could make it gentle. All he knew was that he wanted to hear her fall apart again, and he wanted to have it happen when he was deep inside her. He wanted to go over the cliff with her.
Taking in a deep, steadying breath, he positioned himself behind her and eased forward, watching her body open for him in the most beautiful, erotic way. The view and instant feel of her heat around him was almost enough to make him go off like a virgin, but he exhaled through it, using every bit of willpower he possessed to maintain his control. He’d once stayed up four days straight with no sleep and little food to do surveillance. He could handle this. But the oh-God-yes groan from Liv almost did him in. He loved that she didn’t hold anything back. Loved that she owned her pleasure.
He closed his eyes and seated himself deep, determined not to rush it even though her body squeezing his cock made every other sensation he’d ever felt in his life feel worthless. His fingers dug into her hips, probably leaving bruises, but he couldn’t let go. He dragged in another breath.
But when she rocked against him, begging with her body in a slow, teasing slide, his resistance shattered. He yanked her against him again, enveloping himself in her heat, and his hips pumped of their own volition. One. Two. A million times wouldn’t be enough. The feel of her was going to drive him mad. “Fuck, Livvy. I can’t go easy.”
She glanced over her shoulder, her hooded gaze giving him the go-ahead before her words. “Then don’t.”
The words were like fire licking up his spine. Screw patience. He did his best to angle just right for her, but he was beyond finesse. All the pent-up frustration he’d had since that first kiss on the restaurant deck morphed into pure, feral need for this woman. He took her hard as she made gritty, back-of-the-throat sounds that said she wasn’t minding at all.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded between panted breaths. “I want to feel you come around me.”
She groaned and braced herself on one elbow while her hand slipped between her legs. Just the sight of that almost sent him past the point of no return. This was the image that had popped into his mind when she’d teased him this morning about indulging, too. Liv taking what she needed, showing him what she liked.
“Oh, right there,” she gasped when he angled downward. “Oh.”
He ate up her words, but she wouldn’t have had to say anything. He could feel the reaction of her body. Tightening. Tightening. A vise grip. His eyes were going to roll out of his head and across the floor. “Liv.”
“Finn!”
His name coming out in a desperate cry was the last straw. As she went over the edge again, he plummeted after her in a free fall. His hips pumping, his brain buzzing, and his release emptying in her with a force that made his knees go weak.
After few long, blissful moments, she collapsed onto her belly, taking him with her, both down for the count. He draped over her back, his fingers slipping from her hips, and panted like he’d run a marathon.
For a minute, he couldn’t move and was sure he was probably smothering her, but just when he was about to ask her if she could breathe, she let out a voluminous, satisfied sigh. Like she’d just had the best meal ever.
A laugh escaped him. A not-so-subtle one.
She reached back and slapped his thigh. “Don’t laugh at me, Dorsey.”
But her muffled, face-in-the-pillow words only made him laugh harder. She smacked him again, but soon she was laughing along with him, the whole bed bouncing.
“Hold on. We’re going to dislodge things.” He grabbed the base of the condom and slipped out, rolling off her and tossing it into the trash before turning back her way. She had stopped laughing but was still facedown in the pillow, all that bronze flesh and silky dark hair on display. He mapped her spine with the tips of his fingers and traced the delicate flower tattoo on the back of her neck. “Sorry I was a little, uh, quick there at the end.”
She turned her head on the pillow to look at him, a lazy smile on her face. “You know I wasn’t judging you on your stamina, right? Anything I got out of it after round one was going to be a bonus.”