Finally, she nodded, and he stalked forward. He went to his knees in front of her, and Gretchen’s breath hitched again, this time arousal made it hard for her to breathe. He pushed on the insides of her knees, and slid his hands up her legs, spreading them as he moved higher. Her body trembled with desire instead of the uncertainty that had stopped him a decade ago. His lips followed the path his hands created, until he reached the apex of her thighs. Pausing, he breathed in her sweet scent before he smiled up at her.
“My Gretchen.” He lowered his head again and took his first taste of her, a taste he had craved for years. Immediately his senses were inundated with the spicy taste of her.
“Finn.” His name was a soft prayer on her lips.
“Mm hmm.” His lips tingled at the vibration.
Gretchen jerked before she fisted her hands in his hair and held him to her as her hips moved. He slid one finger inside her, and she gripped his hair tighter. Waves of pleasure pain shot through his scalp and straight to his balls.
Above him, her green eyes had turned dark, a storm of passion raging within them. He added another finger, and she opened for him as he licked and sucked at her. Her building orgasm tightened her slick muscles around his fingers.
“Come for me,” he commanded as he pumped and twisted his fingers within her.
She threw her head back, and her hips jerked against his mouth as her body tightened and pleasure took over. His name fell from her lips, a silent scream as she panted, and he rose from the floor, pushing down his sweats with one hand as the other continued to pump into the wet depths of her. She tasted sweeter than he’d imagined, and he could have spent hours between her thighs, but right now he had to be inside her. He wanted to love her slowly, the way he hadn’t been prepared to do earlier.
Shoving the shirt up her torso, he licked her bellybutton and the soft curve of her hips, as he slid his hands up her rib cage. Her breasts were so plump and slightly swollen for him, the pink nipples already stood at attention, waiting on his touch. He licked the underside of her breast, kissing it gently before he nipped the flesh. She tensed, and he smiled against the side of the lush mound. Pushing his shirt farther over her head, he left her arms entangled in the sleeves. She struggled against the restraint as he took her nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the sensitive bud as her body lifted, forcing more into his mouth, and she moaned his name.
Every cell of his body demanded he take her now, that he slide between her thighs and claim what had always been his. But he’d promised tonight he could be different, and God, just once he wanted that. He wanted to make love to her, to please her and hold her. As experienced as he was with women, he’d never made love to one, and if only for tonight, he was determined to do that. He watched her eyes, watched the need building in the sparkling emeralds.
“Finn.” Her hips rose to rub her core against the rigid plane of his abdomen. She slid easily against him; her body already ready for him. “Please.” She struggled to pull her arms free, so she could force him to her.
He smiled and moved to her other nipple, sliding his rough hands over her body.
“Finn,” she cried again, her voice gaining strength as she worked to free herself.
He chuckled against her nipple as he watched the fire dancing in her eyes, and her hips bucked against him again.
“Dammit, Finn,” she started.
He quieted her with his mouth on hers and pushed his tongue past her lips, so she could taste herself as he used his hands to pull the shirt from her arms.
“You’re so sexy.” He moved between her thighs, reaching for the condom on the end table.
“No.” She grabbed his wrist, shaking her head. “I don’t want anything between us.”
His chest squeezed until he couldn’t breathe.
“I’m on the pill. I promise, I—”
He bent, silencing her explanations with his lips. He’d never been bare inside a woman before. But with Gretchen, it seemed perfectly natural. He didn’t want anything between them either, not on this night that was supposed to be their one chance.
“Please,” she begged. “Finn, I need you, please.”
His resolve was no match for her sweet pleas, and he eased into her. “Jesus, Gretchen,” he bit out as she gripped him, and he worked himself farther into her, relishing in the pure silken heat for the first time. “You’re so tight.”
He lost the ability to speak as she lifted her hips and forced the rest of him inside. Her body arched beneath him, and he moved slowly over her. He’d never felt anything as good as being bare inside Gretchen. Her tight muscles squeezed around him and her hips rose to take him deeper.
If being with her earlier had been good, then this was rapture. He looked down into her emerald eyes and saw her clearly for the first time. Gretchen was a woman now, a woman with needs and wants, a woman who needed him and wanted him, and a woman who, if he wasn’t mistaken, may even love him. He should’ve given into her years ago. Maybe she could have saved him from himself.
He fisted his hand in her blond curls, and pulled her mouth to his, taking it as he took her body. She moaned against him and pushed her breasts against his chest. The feel of her nipples against him caused his hips to jerk harder and faster into her.
“Finn.” She broke away and threw her head back, her blunt nails digging into his hips as her orgasm built around him.
He ran his hand up her thigh, lifting her leg and wrapping it around his waist as he gripped her hip and drove her over the edge. She tightened around him, as she screamed his name, with her head thrown back, as her body pulsed around him. He tried to wait, tried to prolong their shared pleasure, but soon he fell over the other side with her.
Gretchen moaned as he lifted himself from her body and rolled to the couch beside her, pulling her with him so she could rest against his side. She smiled against his chest and placed a chaste kiss on his nipple. He chuckled and kissed the top of her head, lying back.
“You’re going to kill me, Gretchen. I’m too damn old for this.”