"Those were my sleeping shorts." She shrugged. "Panties get in the way. I don't like them."

"In the way of what, exactly?" I lifted an eyebrow, loving this girl all the more. She was letting us have a full on conversation over her underwear.

"Of my pants looking good." She tilted her head to the side and smiled. "What did you think I meant?"

"I'm the town whore, remember? My panties get in the way of a quickie." I winked, and turned back to the stove after teasing her a little. I was surprised when her arms slid around my waist tightly.

"Don't call yourself that again, okay?" She pressed her lips to my back, and I relaxed against her.

"I was just teasing, baby."

"I know, but I don't like it. I don't think you're a whore. Everyone needs warmth, Finn. You just find it in the arms of a woman." She kissed my back a few more times, and I wished like hell that I didn't have my shirt on.

I cut her a piece of the steak and turned in her hold, offering it to her and smiling as she took it. Her eyes closed and she groaned. "Delicious."

"I bet that's not the only thing that tastes good." I tossed the fork behind me and took her face into my hands, leaning down and kissing her. "Where do you find your warmth?"

"I didn't have a place." She licked at her lips and swallowed. "But I do now."

Dinner was ready, but all I could think about was tasting her. I wanted her to find not only warmth, but pleasure beyond anything she could imagine in me - with me.

I pushed at the blankets around her, and ran my hands down the column of her neck before leaning in for another kiss.

She groaned, and slipped her cold hands under my layers of clothes, her fingers freezing, but silky soft. I reached down and pulled my shirts off, tossing them to the side. Pulling her back against me, I cupped her perfect ass, and pressing at the back of her thighs.

"What about dinner?" She pulled back as I beckoned her to jump and wrap her legs around me.

"Fuck dinner." I gripped the back of her neck forcefully, and pulled her back down to consume her mouth as I moved us to the couch. Every cell in my body came alive at the thought of seeing her come, of hearing her cry out my name. I had to force myself to calm down. I didn't want to scare the poor girl, seeing that I hoped like hell that this would be the first night of many with us together.

I couldn't imagine a better future.

Chapter 21

Chloe

The heat in Finn's gaze left me tingling from head to toe. I laid back on the couch and reached for him, wanting to run my lips over his shoulders and neck, but he pushed my hands away and moved down between my thighs. His tongue darted out to lick his lip as he unbuttoned my jeans and smiled up at me.

"Lift up and stop being so damn difficult."

I laughed and lifted up before reaching out and running my fingers through his messy hair. He was masculine sensuality and so damn hot. The thick muscles of his shoulders and chest were built through hard work every day and I found myself wanting to be the soft place he landed every night, the arms that welcomed him when he got home.

"You do have on panties, you bad thing." He brushed his fingers over the front of my black panties and I groaned, the sensation of being touched intimately not having belonged to me in far too long.

"I wanted you to want to find out." I bit at my lip and reached out, touching the side of his face as he watched me with extreme interest.

"You missed that train, baby. I've been wanting to find out since we met." He moved down and pressed his mouth and nose to my sex, breathing in deeply and glancing up at me as I stiffened. His eyes closed and he flicked his tongue over my scantily covered mound.

"God," I groaned and pushed his head away. "Too much."

He took my wrist in his hand, and licked along the inside of my thigh. "Not nearly enough. Relax and let me taste you."

I was almost shaking by the time he tugged my panties off. His fingers spayed out over my stomach as he pushed my shirts up. I trapped his hand against me, and opened my legs as he beckoned me to with his shoulders pushing back and forth as he moved in closer.

"So beautiful," he whispered and pressed his tongue to the center of my wetness, lapping a few times and moving to suck my clit into his mouth.

I jerked and released his hand, moving mine above me and latching onto the couch behind my head as moans started to pour from my lips. His tongue was thick and deliciously wet as he dragged it across me rhythmically. I wanted to be embarrassed by the tremors that shook me, but I couldn't. He made me feel safe and loved before ever seeking to make me feel good.

The slight pressure of his fingers against my entrance had me crying out.

"I want to hear my name when you come, Chloe." He licked at me, and I glanced down at him, the seriousness in his face shooting an arrow deep into the core of my desire.

"Yeah, anything you want. Just don't stop." I reached down and gripped the top of his head, pulling him back down.

The deep chuckle that left him reverberated across my skin, and I arched my hips as he pressed two fingers inside of me and picked up his pace. Pleasure burned in my belly, and I worked myself against him, unable to help how badly I needed a release.

His mumbled and groans left me panting as I drew closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

"You're close, baby. I can taste it." He glanced up and ran his other thumb over my clit, tapping it lightly as he continued to fuck me expertly.

The minute his mouth spread over me again, I stiffened and screamed, his name being repeated over and over as fire burst from the center of my stomach and rushed down my pressure points, searing me with his promises. He continued to work me, prolonging the orgasm until I pushed at his shoulder and scooted back.

"Shit," I growled, leaning over and pressing my hands to my face. "That was incredible."

He sat back on his heels and smiled, licking at his lips and cleaning his fingers, which was wickedly sexy. "I want more."

"Me too." I scooted forward and wrapped him in a hug, pulling him flush against me as I pressed my lips to his ear and licked softly. "I want all of you."

"I'm all yours, baby. Take anything you want." He turned his face toward me, and I pulled him into a long kiss, enjoying the taste of my ecstasy on his lips. Dinner was cold by then, but I couldn't seem to care.

"Make love to me." I moved back, and slid my hands down the thick swell of his erection, squeezing softly as I looked up at him. "Now."

"Yeah," he muttered breathlessly and leaned in, kissing me as he worked to get his pants undone. He stood and pulled his jeans over his ass, leaving him standing there bare and beyond sexy with the fire behind him.

I reached up and stroked his cock, the thickness of it a little concerning. I'd never been with a man his size, but I figured he would go easy if I asked him to. I moved up to taste him, but he stopped me.

"No. Soon, but not now. I want to feel you, Chloe." He reached for my hand and pulled me up, squeezing my ass and rubbing as his lips brushed over my neck. "Let me get a condom real quick."

I moved back and worked to get my shirt off as he disappeared into the bedroom. I couldn't help but to steal a long stare at his ass. He was a work of art, the most beautiful man I'd ever seen. Why he would want me was beyond figuring out, but I wasn't going to question it.