Sophia tucked herself into Finn’s body. Holy crap, why had she told him everything? Well, almost everything—she wasn’t ready to share her miscarriage with him. She hadn’t planned to share all her baggage with him. Hell, she hadn’t known where she was headed when she left the restaurant, but going home to an empty apartment, even if Tony had no intention of showing up, wasn’t something she wanted to take a chance on.
She was embarrassed that she’d unloaded on Finn, but being wrapped in his arms soothed her tattered nerves, and he’d never looked at her with pity when she’d confessed everything. And while she wanted nothing more than for someone to pound Tony into the ground, she didn’t want it to be Finn. He was a fighter when necessary on the ice, but she loved that he wasn’t known for that off the ice.
“You have to tell your family,” he whispered against her hair. “That asshole shouldn’t be allowed around you—ever.” He pulled back, capturing her gaze. “Ever.”
“I know. It’s just not easy. It’s been so long. And he’s considered part of the family.”
“But it’s actually your family,” he said, squeezing her hands in his, where he clutched them between their chests. Could he feel her heart pounding against him?
“I’d hoped that he’d move away for good. I stupidly hoped I’d never see him again. How do I tell them now?” And here come the excuses. It was easier to bury her head in the sand, of course that was before Tony had come back.
“You say, Mom, Dad, Tony isn’t who you think he is. When we were together, he was physically abusive. Start there and I’m sure you’ll never have to see him again. Your family loves you, and they may drive you crazy, but you know deep down that they will side with you. I know it’s hard, but this wasn’t some random argument, it was years of pain. You have to tell them.”
“I know. I know that they love me and will protect me. But after I knew he was out of my life, it was easier for me to not tell them anything. And I was embarrassed for staying as long as I did. I should’ve known. I should’ve gotten out,” she said, ducking her head down again.
He reached down, tilting her head up. “And you did get out.”
Yeah. Just not soon enough.
“But he’s back now and you do have to tell them. And when you’re ready, I’ll be right at your side. There’s no place I’d rather be.”
She tried not to melt into him. Dammit. He was amazing. She wanted to tell him everything, but something held her back. Stupidity, most likely.
“That means a lot,” she said, snuggling into his arms and pressing a kiss to his jaw.
“You can tell me anything, you know.”
“I know. And thanks for listening and not judging me. You probably didn’t expect this when you texted about getting a drink.”
“You’re here. That’s all that matters. How about we relax and watch a movie? Or I can grab more wine.”
“No. This is fine,” she said, shifting off his lap to sit next to him, but he held her tight to his chest.
“Right here,” he said, pressing a kiss to her hair.
“This can’t be comfortable.”
“I’ll be the judge of that. What should we watch?” he asked, flipping the TV back on to one of the streaming services.
She glanced at the TV, spotting the cartoon movie about a young Scottish princess with red curls that reminded her of Claire, and she couldn’t help but laugh.
“Princess movies are your thing? You constantly surprise me, Finn,” she said.
“It’s Molly’s favorite. We watched it together over FaceTime after our dinner date last night.”
“Seriously? How are you real?” If her heart could melt any more, she’d be a puddle on the floor.
“What?”
“You know that’s ridiculously adorable, right?”
His eyes brightened. “Guess I’m an adorable guy.”
One day he was going to be an amazing father. How different it would’ve been if he’d fathered her child. Her heart stalled in her throat, choking her. Tony’s reappearance brought every panicked emotion, every pain, bubbling up to the surface. God, she hated him.
No. She was not going to think about that douchebag for the rest of the night. She would deal with her family and eventually telling them later. Tonight, she was going to wrap herself up in Finn’s warmth and steal every moment of happiness she could.
“Yes, you are,” she said, kissing his jaw. After a heated debate about a comedy or an action film, they went with a combination. Dramas were definitely not on the list for tonight. She wanted to laugh, and he did everything in his power to make sure she did. If she hadn’t fallen for him already, tonight would’ve sealed the deal. She should be panicking about that, too, but she was done ignoring what was happening between them. He made her happy. That was all that mattered.
***
Something solid and warm pressed against her back and she burrowed into the heat wrapped around her. She knew exactly where she was. Knew exactly whose arms she was enveloped in. She just had no idea how they’d ended up in his bed. She remembered telling him more than she should and sinking into his protective embrace while they watched a movie. He’d made popcorn with some unknown seasoning that had made it delicious—both salty and sweet, and over wine and popcorn, they’d laughed and shared soft kisses, but nothing further. It’d been a light and relaxing atmosphere that she’d needed more than anything. But now, it was hours later, based on the clock on the dresser across the room, and she needed something else. Him. She was wide awake and wanting him more than she’d ever wanted anyone.
His soft snores tickled the hair at her nape, and a shiver rocked through her, her heart speeding up as he tightened his hold around her belly, one palm spread across her stomach. His hands were massive.
She ran her thumb over his knuckles and shifted against him, biting back her gasp as his cock hardened against her.
“We’re supposed to be sleeping,” he growled into her neck, then pressed a light kiss behind her ear.
“Maybe I’m done sleeping,” she said, pushing harder against him, desire shooting down to her toes when he pushed right back.
“Sophia,” he drew out, his voice gruff and skating down her spine, her body tightening when he nipped her ear.
“Yes?”
“Are you sure? You had a rough night, and when you fell asleep on me on the couch, I didn’t have the heart to wake you, so I carried you in here. We were just supposed to sleep.”
“And I did enough of that already,” she said, turning in his arms and gazing up at him, but it was too dark to see anything. “Turn on the lamp, I want to see you.”
He quickly reached behind him and flipped on the bedside light. “Better?”
“Much,” she said, running her hands up his chest, thrilling at the shudder that rippled under her touch. “Now, kiss me.” She wasn’t normally this bold, but she wanted him, and she was done waiting for common sense to kick in.
“So demanding,” he said, softly, before he lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers.
The kiss started slow, tender, a little nibble on her part and a groan on his. She didn’t want soft and sweet. She wanted to be consumed by him. She clutched the front of his shirt, her fingers curling into the thin fabric.
His tongue darted out, tracing the seam of her lips, and she quickly granted him entry, her tongue dueling with his as she tasted him. His arms tightened around her, and she molded herself to his body, her soft curves against his hard strength. She moaned into his mouth as he deepened the kiss. She rocked her hips, his hard cock pressing against her. She couldn’t get enough of him.
He rolled to his back, pulling her on top of him, never stopping the kiss. She sank her hands into his hair, grateful that it was loose. The soft strands sifted through her fingers, and he groaned when she scraped her nails against his scalp.
She rocked her body against his, his hard cock under her ass, and she broke the kiss, nibbling on his jaw. His harsh breath washed across her face, and he gripped her hair, holding her face to his.
“Sophia,” he groaned when she bit lightly on his earlobe. Desire spiked in her belly when he moved against her. He released one hand from her hair, his fingers skating down her spine, and she pressed into him, nipping his jaw, before she pulled back and yanked her shirt over her head, tossing it behind her.
“You have too many clothes on,” she said, grinning down at him.
“We’ll have to fix that, won’t we?” he said, his eyes dark with a passion that was no doubt mirrored in her own gaze.
He sat up and stripped off his shirt. She tried not to swallow her tongue as she traced the muscles on his chest with her fingers. She couldn’t wait to trace those same lines with her tongue.
Finn ran his finger along the edge of Sophia’s bra, relishing in every indrawn breath, every shudder under his touch. This wasn’t what he’d intended when he’d scooped her up from the couch and carried her to bed hours ago. She’d looked so peaceful as the movie credits had rolled that he hadn’t had the heart to wake her. She’d murmured in her sleep, but had pressed her face to his throat, never waking as he carried her into his room. He’d planned to settle her under his covers and then sleep on the couch, but as he’d started to pull away, she’d reached out, her voice sleepy and soft, and asked him to stay.
He’d slipped into the bed and pulled her close, still reeling from her story about her ex. He’d cede to her wishes and leave the man alone—for now—but if he ever crossed paths with her ex, that was a different story.
He pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the beautiful woman on top of him, with her soft curves begging to be explored, her eyes filled with desire as she gazed down at him.
She reached behind her, popping the clasp on her bra, the pale blue straps falling to the bend of her elbows, and pulled the scrap of fabric free, throwing it over her shoulder.
She was glorious, lightly tanned skin and breasts that he’d ached to cup since he’d spotted her at Lanzi’s all those months ago. The other day had only been a taste, and he fully intended to feast this morning.
“Stunning,” he said, his voice rough with need as he reached up, tracing his thumb over each pebbled peak, scraping his nail over each nipple as they tightened under his touch. He tormented her before cupping her breasts in his hands. A perfect handful.
“Oh Finn,” she moaned, arching her back and pushing into his hands, her fingers sinking into her hair as she writhed on top of him. It was an image he would never forget. Fuck, he wanted her more than anything he’d ever wanted before, and probably anything he’d ever want again. Unless it was her—always her.
He sat up, his mouth replacing his hands as his tongue darted out to taste her, swirling around one nipple as his fingers scraped against the other.
“Yes,” she whispered, her hips shifting against his stomach, her heat radiating through their clothes. She pulled back with a groan, her nipple popping free from his mouth as she climbed off of him.
“I should wear dresses to work,” she muttered as he stared at her.
“What?”
“Easier access,” she said, then stripped herself bare and stood before him.
The early morning light filtered through the curtains, and he was grateful she’d ordered him to turn on the lamp. He wouldn’t want to miss a second of her standing naked beside his bed. A bed he’d dreamed of getting her into for longer than he wanted to admit.
“Your turn,” she said, waving her hand in his direction, and he couldn’t resist his bark of laughter. She was hot as hell when she told him what to do, and he was glad that it continued outside of the office.
He lifted his ass and quickly shucked the rest of his clothes, then rolled on his side to grab a condom out of his nightstand, turning back abruptly at her whistle.
He cocked a brow at her as she stared at his ass.
“What?” she asked, catching his gaze, no trace of embarrassment in her eyes, only pure need staring back at him.
“Get a good look?” he taunted.
“You know you have a spectacular ass, but with no clothes on, well, it’s glorious.”
And then it was his turn to blush, as she ran her finger over one cheek, before giving him a light slap and sighing.
“If you’re done,” he started, linking his fingers through hers and tugging her back onto the bed, shifting so she was astride him again.
“Oh, I’m definitely not done,” she said, rolling her hips, her pupils fully dilated.
He groaned at the feel of her warm skin against him, the heat of her without anything between them. His cock hardened to the point of pain, nestled against her ass.
He sank a hand into her hair, urging her mouth to his and kissing her with everything he had in him. She moaned against his mouth, his tongue tangling with hers as he deepened the kiss, her breasts pressed to his chest as he held her head.
“More,” she whispered against his lips, breaking the kiss. “I want more.” She lifted her hips, repositioning herself so his cock was pressed against her heat.
Fuck. Wishing he could slip inside her with nothing between them, he grabbed the condom.
She plucked the foil square from his hands and set it on his chest, pure mischief in her gaze as she scooted back on his thighs and lowered her head.
“Fuck yes,” he drew out as her mouth closed over the tip of his cock, her tongue darting out to trace around the head. He sank one hand into her hair, holding her over him, but not guiding her, while his other hand gripped the sheet.
She hummed against his cock, the vibrations shooting to every point in his body, and he tensed when she took more of him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around as she sucked. Holy shit, she was good at this, and he barely resisted the urge to thrust into her mouth.
“Sophia,” he growled, and she lifted her head, her eyes crashing into his as her tongue darted out, circling the tip. “I need to be inside of you,” he said, pulling her off of his cock, and attempting not to whimper as she gave him one last suck before releasing him.
“I wasn’t done,” she pouted, her hand wrapping around his cock and squeezing as she moved up.
“Next time,” he groaned, reaching for the condom. She grabbed the square off his chest and tore it open, then proceeded to slowly roll it down his cock. He thrust in her hand, his brain taking a back seat to his desire.
He trailed his hand down her body, relishing in her indrawn breath as he tweaked her nipples, rolling his thumb over the hard peaks. Her belly shuddered under his touch, and her breath came out in harsh pants when he slipped a finger through her folds. Fuck, she was ready for him.
“Finn,” she moaned as he pressed his thumb against her clit, making small circles as she shuddered on top of him.
Her head dropped back, her long hair brushing against his thighs, and she worried her lower lip, sucking in a breath when he pressed harder. He continued to torment her, loving every sigh and moan that fell from her lips. One of her hands gripped his chest, her nails scraping his nipple, and he couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting. He sank a second finger inside of her, her muscles clenching around him.
She leaned forward, draping herself over his body, and smashed her lips into his, moaning into his mouth, her tongue darting in to tangle with his as he continued to tease her clit.
“I need you inside of me,” she said, reaching between their bodies to grip his cock, her hand moving up and down the hard length.
“I can’t wait to taste you,” he said, as he brought his fingers up to his mouth, watching her eyes darken further.
“There’s time for that later,” she said before sinking down on his cock, taking him inside of her body in one fluid motion that stole his breath.
He gripped her hips, holding her flush against him as they both sighed. Fuck. She felt amazing, her inner muscles clenching around his cock. She gave him a soft smile as she started to move, rocking against his body as bliss stole across her face.
This was the image he’d commit to memory, and he wanted to see it every day for the rest of his life.