Page 58 of Love Bound

I'd love to see you out of your comfort zone.

His warm breath in my hair makes me shiver as my sex floods with heat. But still, I don’t think I can do that; I can't be out of my comfort zone. I don’t even know what it would feel like. I so know what I want right now, though.

I have never, ever, in my life told any man what I just told Finn. In the past, I've been so embarrassed, so conflicted, so not-out-of-control that I haven’t been able to admit Devon and Laurel might be right, and that I needed to learn how to be vulnerable.

But now it doesn't matter. Finn's right here on the sofa, looking at me, and his breath is coming faster, his heart pounding. I can feel it flounder beneath my hands. He's getting excited again and I know somewhere under that blanket is a massive cock. He knows my kinky truth, and he doesn’t care. Just knowing I can do what I need to do is enough for now.

He lifts my head from his chest and kisses me deeply, softly, his breath filling my mouth, my chest. It’s as if he's breathing for the two of us. I feel his hand slide down my back and cup a cheek, and he checks to see how wet I am. But this time will be just for him, I decide. I don’t want to be that out of control again.

Letting the kiss go, I whisper, "Let me do this for you."

He searches my face, but I can’t look at him. Taking the lead doesn’t mean I'm suddenly comfortable with the role, especially now that I've fessed up. I take each of his arms and drape them on top of the sofa so he's spread eagle, and those muscles in his chest flinch and spasm.

"I love seeing you like this," I say softly. "Don’t move. Just hang in there."

He slides his hands under the slats in the back and grips the sofa frame. His biceps quiver. Sweat beads on his upper lip.

There's also a sheen of sweat on his brown skin and I bend down to lick each nipple. Though he gasps for air, he doesn't let go, and his arms are tense, every muscle cut, as he grips the frame. His chest heaves and the spasm runs through his torso, knitting his abs into a wave of sinew.

"Thank you so much, Finn," I whisper.

His breathing is erratic, sexy, and he tips his head back again.

I gush, watching the V where his collarbones come together, deepening with each breath. That V is one of my favorite parts of a man. Of him. He is more beautiful than anyone I've ever seen. And he's letting me see him like this, open, his body turned over to me. I take my hands and touch his chest, trying to trace the insertions of muscle with a fingernail and he gasps as if drowning. Flattening my hands, I rub and kiss him all over—his throat, his chest, his stomach, his arms.

He smells of us, and skin, and sweat, and he's so far gone I'm not sure he can see me. Still, he doesn’t let go of that sofa. He's doing this for me and though I'm so wet I'm leaking, I want this to be about him. When I touch his cock, it quivers in my hand and begins a beat in time with his heart.

Leaning forward, I watch as the pink tips of my nipples lightly slide down his chest, and as they pucker and grow hard, I moan, his name escaping like a sigh. "Finn."

His eyes are closed, his body so taut, and the pulse in his neck throbs.

I dip down, still gripping his penis in my hand, and feel his balls high and tight as I put his cock in my mouth and taste him.

Still, he doesn't let go.

Neither do I.

***

The way he holds me afterward is so tender, so loving, I’m afraid to even speak, afraid I'll ruin it. He’s the one to rise and lead me to the shower where he has me step into the bathtub, and then he uses the wand to rinse me off and pat me dry. He cleans himself up while I get dressed. I was so raw that the water stung, but in a delicious sort of way.

The phone call I make to Laurel is not one I could have predicted even three days ago. Finn has returned to The Inn to clean up after the patch job that morning. I usually have dinner at Laurel and Cory's on Sunday but that was shot this weekend due to the weather and Finn's fall. Laurel suggested Monday, and Devon was amenable. It sounded perfect, but now I want them to set another place at the table.

Laurel picks up on the fifth ring.

"So, what can I bring?" I ask her.

"Two bottles of wine and can you make crab dip?" Laurel sounds tired.

I worry about her and Cory. She works so hard with him, and though he has come far, it’s often a one step forward, two steps back kind of thing.

"Sure. Does Taylor's have any crab left today?" I ask.

"I dunno. Cory, Mommy is on the phone right now. I will do that when the big hand gets to three." She pauses and I hear rustling as she shifts the phone to the other ear. "Sorry."

"You may want me to bring more. I have a favor to ask."

She gets so excited when I tell her, that for a moment I think maybe I should cancel. It was like when I wore makeup home for the first time from vet school. Everyone had to comment.