“Come here,” I mutter, opening my arms.

She approaches the edge of the bed, and puts a knee to it before making her way to me. As soon as she’s close, she crawls into my arms.

“I want to go home,” she murmurs, and then pulls back to look me in the eyes. “Not that I don’t appreciate everything that you’re doing for me.”

“Shut up,” I laugh, putting my hand to the back of her neck and pulling her lips down to mine.

She settles back against me, sinking into our kiss. As far as I’m concerned, I owe her ex. The emails he sent her mom and dad made him sound completely unhinged. He talked about Fin like their divorce had never happened, as though she was still his wife and he couldn’t understand why her parents weren’t helping him find her.

What Fin’s parents had also kept from her was the fact that they had been in touch with Allen’s parents. They were going to get him the help he needed to stop fixating on Finley. As good as that all sounded, as long as he was here and not in Texas, I wasn’t letting her out of my sight.

Since there wasn’t anything threatening in the emails there wasn’t much we could do. After talking it through, Finley didn’t argue with staying with me. She also didn’t blink when I asked her to sleep with me in my room, rather than the spare.

Ever since we got back to my house, she’s been down. She brought a glass of wine with her into the bathroom and took a long time getting ready for bed. I heard her crying through the door. She’s letting that asshole mess with her head.

That ends now.

I’ve done everything I can think of to cheer her up.

Well, almost everything.

It’s time to kick things up a notch.

She’s here, in my arms and I’m once and for all making her forget about her asshole ex.

I turn, flipping her onto her back. She blinks up at me and then presses her lips together, instantly parting them when I kiss her again. She smells like fresh picked flowers and tastes like wine.

Her arms coil around my neck as I deepen our kiss, her tongue brushing against mine. Her hips press up against mine and I grind into her.

She tugs at my shirt and I lean back to pull it off. Before I can cover her with my body again, her hands glide over my chest. They rest on my pecs for a few beats, and then continue to roam.

My gaze is on her face. Her eyes are locked on her hands, watching them as they move over my skin.

“I’ve thought about doing this so many times,” she murmurs.

Her touch is delicate, her fingers warming my skin. There’s an addictive quality to the way her hands move over me. I never want her to stop.

She moves them around my waist to my back. I lean closer, hovering over her. With her hands on my back, she pulls me even closer. Then her hands travel up my back and into my hair. I take her lips again, and again.

Bracing myself on one forearm, I do some exploring myself, my free hand moving to stroke the side of her waist.

My lips move to her jaw and then down her neck. Her pulse ripples against my tongue. I continue downward, to the V-neck of her cotton sleep shirt.

The swell of her breasts is a temptation I can no longer resist. My hand moves up from her waist, my thumb brushing the underside of her breast. Her back arches as I kiss her nipple through the fabric of her shirt.

With her hands in my hair, she holds me to her breast. I suck her nipple into my mouth, my other hand moving to palm her other breast.

“Noah,” she groans, the sound of her need going straight to my cock. It strains against my boxers, pulsing with need.

My thumb strokes her nipple and it tightens into a hard bud. My mouth moves to her other breast, taking it into my mouth as my other hand moves to the hem of her shirt. I want to feel her skin against mine.

Her hands leave my hair as she helps me uncover her. I’ve seen her skin before; a bare shoulder here, a glimpse of her waist there, never this much.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I breathe.

Then I drop my mouth to her. She writhes beneath me, her back arching, her hips undulating, her hands going to the waist of my pajama bottoms. Her skin is silken; the feel of it against mine has my nerves tingling with pleasure.

I shift away. I plan to give her plenty of time to explore me.

Later.

Now, it’s my turn.

Her skin is so soft, I kiss my way down her stomach, lingering over her belly button as I undress her.

As soon as I drop her clothes to the floor, I spread her legs and look at her. Shifting on the bed she tries to close her legs, blush tingeing her cheeks as she looks away.

“Trust me?” I ask.

Slowly, her gaze moves to lock with mine before she nods, letting her legs fall open for me. She’s completely bare and so beautiful my chest aches just looking at her. Her fingers nervously grab and twist at the sheets.

I hold her gaze, assuring her with my eyes. Her eyes drop to my mouth and she lets out a small surprised laugh when I blow a raspberry on her thigh. That’s all the warning I give her before I lower my head and finally taste her. As I take her with my tongue, I watch her reaction.

Her laughter quickly shifts to moans of pleasure. With parted lips, her hands go to her breasts where she begins to squeeze them and tug at her nipples. She isn’t just beautiful; she is the absolute sexiest woman I have ever seen.

“Noah,” she cries out through her orgasm, right before her legs begin to tremble around my head.

I continue to lap at her. Her chest rises and falls as she struggles to catch her breath. Licking my lips I lift my head. She sits up, her hands coming to either side of my face and she pulls my mouth to hers.

She moans against my lips as she tastes herself on my tongue. I sit up as well, tugging her and flipping us over so she can straddle my lap, my arms banding around her waist. My chest tightens as she peers down at me.

Her hands push between us and into my pants, wrapping her hand around my hard length.

“I need you,” she pleads as we kiss, her hand stroking me.

I reach past her to my bedside table. Tugging open the drawer, I pull out a box of condoms. Behind her back I rip the box in half and quickly open the first packet I grasp.

Finley moves her hand as I sheath myself. Once it’s on, I shift my pants as far as I can down my thighs. While I do this, she takes me in her hand again, lines herself above me and then lowers herself onto me.

“Fuck,” I growl as I sink into her.

Even through the condom, her heat coats me. My heart thunders wildly in my chest as I stare at her. I’ve wanted her for so long. Spent night after night wrapping my hand around my cock imagining what it would feel like to finally be inside her.

She’s a goddess, all pink from my touch with her dark hair falling around her. My hands go to her ass, raising her, immediately pulling her back down to fill her again, and again, and again.

Our mouths fuse, her hands in my hair, her breasts pressed to my chest. Lifting her, I roll her to her back before covering her body with mine. Our eyes lock, her hand reaching up to stroke my face as I ease into her. God, she feels so fucking good, the best I’ve ever had.

Her legs wrap around my waist as I push my hands under her to grip her ass. I thrust into her and push my face into her neck.

“Don’t stop,” she begs.

Never.

I will never stop wanting her.

“Right there,” she moans. “Right… right there.”

Hell, hearing how close she is turns me on even more. I slam into her as she clutches me tightly, screaming my name again. It’s her orgasm, and the way she pulses against my cock that is my undoing.

“Fuck,” I breathe as I spill into her.

Before I collapse on her, I twist so we end up on our sides, our bodies slick with sweat.

Her gaze locks with mine. “Wow.”

Wow is right.

I grin and press my mouth to hers. She returns my kiss and I kick myself for waiting this long.

“Let me take care of the condom,” I mutter, pulling away and getting rid of my pajama bottoms.

Finley seems to enjoy the show, blatantly watching me. My eyes return the favor. When I see the mess of condoms around her, I bite back a laugh. Finley looks around herself and grins before she pulls the destroyed box out from under her side and tosses it off of the bed.

She shifts up onto her elbow, resting her head on her palm to watch me as I walk toward my bathroom. It’s going to take a lot longer than one night to do everything I want to her.

When I get back to bed I pull her into my arms.

She snuggles into me. “That was incredible.”

“Oh, I’m just getting started with you,” I promise, kissing her neck.

“Wait, wait,” she groans, pushing me away.

“What?” I pout, reaching for her.

She grins. “We need to talk about what just happened.”

I hold my head in my hand. “Like a performance evaluation? I say we both earned a ten out of ten.”

Her smile widens and I wrap my hand around the back of her neck, pulling her to my waiting lips. “Need a replay?”

With her lips against mine, she says, “no, this is important.”

Groaning, I shift onto my back, tugging her half on top of me, her hair falling around us. “You have my undivided attention.”

“Do you think this is a good idea?”

I frown at her question. “Us?”

She tilts her head to the side and presses her hand to my cheek. “Not us being an us but us getting physical this soon.”

“This soon?” I tease.

Her brows come together. “We’ve only been officially dating just over a month.”

“I’ve wanted my mouth between your legs since the first day we met,” I counter.

She presses her lips together and I shift her further onto me before wrapping my arms around her. Her skin is so soft, her body so addictive, I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep my hands off her.

She ducks her face into my neck. “I can’t believe we did that.”

“Did that?” I repeat, confused.

“Never mind.” Her shy reply comes too quickly.

I don’t let it go. “Do you mean me eating you?”

“Let’s talk about something else,” she deflects.

I shift away from her and push her hair back from her face so I can see her eyes. “You have nothing to be shy about. I loved it. Hell, I’m already thinking about the next time I can get my mouth on you.”

“Noah,” she gasps.

I grin at her. “You want, you can crawl up here, hold onto the headboard and I promise you I’ll make you scream.”

“Oh my God,” she breathes.

With wide eyes she tries to turn and hide how she blushes. Stopping her, I take the opportunity to kiss her. She doesn’t hesitate long before she’s kissing me back.

All too soon she stops again. “Stop trying to seduce me. We haven’t finished talking yet.”

My rising semi starts to deflate. She’s naked, lying on top of me. Any conversation we have will not be getting my full attention.

“Are you sure this isn’t too soon?”

My hands slide up her back and then slowly back down, hopefully relaxing her. “I’ve wanted you for so long. Trust me, I don’t think we’re rushing. But, since you’re the one who’s worried, it sounds like you think we are rushing.”

She presses her lips together and I keep rubbing her back.

It doesn’t take her long to quietly admit. “My divorce hasn’t even been finalized for a year.”

“Are you still in love with him?” I ask even though I already know the answer.

“No,” she snaps, her lip curling.

“Exactly,” I explain. “Your marriage is over. I don’t have an issue with you being divorced, do you?”

She stares at me before surprising me by saying, “I feel bad for being divorced. I hate that you’re settling for me.”

I lift a hand to press the bridge of my nose. “Settling for you?”

Her shoulder dips as she gives me a noncommittal shrug.

“I do not feel like I’m settling for you,” I promise. “If anything, I think you were made for me. I have never,” I repeat my last word for emphasis, “never met anyone that I’ve wanted not only physically, but in every way, the way I want you. We’re together every single day. Have I given you any reason to doubt the way I feel about you?”

She shakes her head and I keep going. “You’re the one with the concerns here. Do you think being together is a mistake?”

She shakes her head. “No. No, I don’t.”

I lift my brows. “Sure?”

She lowers her head to my chest. “I’m a head case.”

My hands stop moving on her so I can shift her onto me fully. “You’ve gone through more changes in a short period of time than most.”

She nods in agreement.

“How about we get away for a weekend?”

“And go where?”

“My brother Asher has a small cabin on his property. I can call him and see if we can use it.”

“He’s the one that lives on a lake, right?” She asks.

“Yep.” My hands shift into her hair as I pull her face close to mine. “I’ll tell you all about it later.”

She laughs at my blatant subject change and I kiss her anyway. Her laughter dies as she kisses me back. She pushes me onto my back and I willingly let her.

Then, she explores. Her hands move over me like a silken caress. She shifts up to sit, straddling me, grinding against me as her hands and lips move downward.

“Damn that feels good,” I groan when she eases herself between my legs and begins stroking me.

Shoving a pillow behind my head, I watch her. She licks her lips before lowering her head and taking me into her mouth, her dark hair falling around her.

Pushing her hair to the back of her head, I fist it as she works me.

Jesus, does she work me.

I’ll never need to watch porn again, if I ever need to take care of myself in the future, all I’ll need to do is recall this moment.

She locks eyes with me as she drags her tongue across my cock. Then she takes me deep, hollowing her cheeks as she sucks me.

My fist in her hair tightens, my hips instinctively pushing upward. If she keeps this up I’m going to be coming down her throat soon.

“Come here,” I growl, my hand leaving her hair as I bend forward to grab her under her arms.

She reaches for one of the condom packages that still litters my bed. My hands roam as I kiss her, cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples. She opens the condom and stretches it down my length before lowering herself onto me.

It’s the second time I’ve been inside her. I assumed the emotions I felt the first time we made love were heightened because I’ve wanted her for so long. The intense bliss I feel with our connection is only stronger this time.

She rides me, breaking our kiss and straightening her back as she takes me. My hands grip her waist, lifting her and then lowering her as my hips punch upward. Need drives me to take her harder, faster.

Fuck, as hot as it is to watch her ride me, I need to pound into her. Turning her onto her back, I lean back and grab her ankles.

She throws her hands back and grips the headboard as I thrust into her.

“Yes,” she moans.

Her breasts bounce each time I slam into her. I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s stunning, milky cream skin and dark brown hair spread across my pillow.

“Don’t stop,” she pleads.

This is the second time tonight she’s said this.

I bend over her, folding her in half, going deeper, thrusting harder.

“I won’t stop. I’ll never stop. I’ll make you come so many times you won’t be able to get out of this bed ever again.”

That does it. With a breathy groan she cries out. I tumble after her, burying my face into her neck as I growl out my release.

She smacks my arm after I collapse on her. “You’re squishing me.”

Rolling to my back, she follows, splaying out across my chest.

We lay there for a few moments catching our breath before she looks up at me. “Can we swim in the lake?”

I’m guessing that’s a yes to going away for the weekend. “It won’t be warm enough until next summer.”

Her head pops up. “Can we ice skate on it?”

I lean up to kiss her, feeling light and happy that she wants to go away and sounds excited. “It should freeze over in January. We can go back then and skate on it. This trip we can go for a hike around the lake. It’s pretty this time of year with all the leaves.”

Her eyes get all dreamy. “Okay.”

I sit up and pull her with me. “Let’s take a bath.”

“Not a shower?”

I shake my head. “I want to hold you.”

When we reach the bathroom, I get rid of the condom before twisting on the water.

She smiles up at me, pressing her palm to my chest and popping up onto her toes to offer me her lips. She’s surprised me by how comfortable she is with her body. Not once has she tried to hide herself from me. When I’m by myself, I like to sleep naked. I’m looking forward to doing it with her naked body wrapped around mine tonight.

We kiss as the tub fills with water. Once it’s full, Finley climbs in first, making room for me to ease in behind her. She settles her back to my chest and I hug her to me. Her head rests against my shoulder, her face turning so she can kiss my neck.

“My legs feel like jelly.”

I take that as the compliment intended and rub my shin against her. “They feel great to me.”

She laughs and I’m reminded that only hours ago she was stressed out over her ex. Now she’s sated and laughing in my arms. Taking a bath has never been my thing. Now I’m second guessing that. We slowly wash each other, our soapy hands exploring and caressing every wet inch of our skin.

After our bath, we help each other towel off and go back to bed. Finley and I both hold back laughs as we pick up all the unused condoms.

“Leave one out,” I say, as she starts closing my bedside drawer.

“Why?”

“Two words,” I reply and then help her onto the bed. “Morning sex.”

Her face splits with her smile. “I like the sound of that.”

With visions of all of the different ways I can wake her up, I drift off to sleep peacefully.