Page 16 of Unsteady: How to Fail at Flirting
At first, I’m not sure if he’s about to reprimand me or what. But he says, “You need to come bad, don’t you, Strawberry?”
I answer by biting my swollen bottom lip and letting out almost a childish squeak. I nod my head.
Gently but firmly, he says. “Reach up and hold on to the studs. I got this.”
Eight
Finn
I don’t have time to care whether this is right or wrong. All I know is Skylar is in front of me, flushed and overheated, her arms above her head as she clutches the wood, her glazed eyes begging for mercy.
Trailing my hands down the inside of her arms, I memorize every inch of her soft skin and the way it feels, the way it moves. Her rosy cheeks. The freckles on her unbelievable breasts. Those perky pink nipples, shining and swollen from my sucking.
“I’ve been thinking about you for three weeks while I was going through hell,” I tell her.
Her pretty eyebrows draw together. “You have?”
I nod. “Buried in email and paperwork and worried sick about my guys. Thinking about you. Your wit, your smile, your ambition. Most of all your laugh—it got me through. It’s too damn bad I was too much of an idiot to come right out and demand Oliver ask for your number.”
Her glossy lips part. “I don’t know what to say.”
She doesn’t need to say anything. I just need her to be with me right now.
My world has been upside down, and I finally feel like I’m on steady footing when her eyes are on me.
It’s probably too soon to tell her all that. And too soon to tell her the real reason I bought the building.
“The only sound you need to worry about is telling me to stop if you need me to stop. Or scream my fucking name if it feels good.”
“Oh god…”
Her whole body trembles as I shove her jeans down her legs, along with her pretty pink panties.
I let them stay at her knees, and I get a good look at her with my hand on her inner thigh, as if I own it.
Goddamn, she’s beautiful everywhere.
I move that hand higher, watching her twitch and suck in a breath as I reach the juncture between her thighs.
“Shit, you’re already wet, Strawberry.”
She whimpers as I slide my fingers between her wet folds, knowing this is the point at which my obsession has no return. Her scent will be on me all day. I’ll never be able to shake the memory of her. If she doesn’t want to be with me after this, then fuck me, I guess.
I let my middle finger work its way inside.
“Finn,” she gasps.
“That’s it,” I rasp.
I begin stroking her clit at the same time.
She pushes off the wall, bringing her arms down and scraping her nails over the back of my neck.
I kiss her hard.
Skylar comes apart in my hands.
“Oh god! Finn!”
