Page 31 of Daring to Love

I push my lips to his, licking at the seams the way I remember he did, and luckily, it doesn’t take him long to catch up with me. He grips my hips and pulls me closer, and I moan loudly when his tongue enters my willing mouth.

Oh, god, oh, god…it’s even better than I remember. Wet, long, hard…it’s all-consuming, and his low groan only spurs me on, wishing we’re anywhere else but a public park bench. His fingers brush my hair away from my neck, and I tilt my head, drinking from his mouth.

When he wrenches his mouth from mine to trail wet kisses down my neck, I wrap my arms around him and gasp, unable to keep still.

“Fuck, Amelie. What you do to me…”

“Wh-what?”

For some reason, even in this passionate moment, I need to hear the words, not just feel them.

“I want to touch you everywhere.” He places a lingering kiss behind my ear. “I want to know if your pussy tastes as good as I imagine. Is that what you want to hear?” he groans, his fingers digging into my hips, but I hardly feel the pain. “That you drive me wild? My cock is sick of only getting my hand, sweetheart, but are you ready for it? To let caution fly to the wind?”

I nod, clinging to him.

“Yes, Finn…I’m more than ready.”

“Then let’s get the fuck out of here.”

He places a quick kiss on the tip of my nose, the sweetness of it catching me completely in surprise, before he gets up and stands before me. Quickly, he turns his head in all directions, checking for bystanders, and I do the same, slowly coming down to earth. But I don’t see anyone lingering nearby, and neither does Finlay as he takes my hand and pulls me to stand. We’re so close, our chests move against each other, and I bite my lip at the friction against my aching nipples. He quirks a brow at me when he places my hand against the bulge in his jeans.

“That’s how hard I am for you, sweetheart. How much I want you.”

A thill shudders through as I squeeze once, watching him as a hiss leaves his mouth.

“Careful. We need a cab, and we need it now.”

He dashes my hand away with his own and jams it down his trousers to right himself. I almost blush right on the spot, the sight so unapologetically sexy and confident, but instead, I turn around and grab our coffees left on the bench and with a quick flick of my wrist, I toss them in the bin.

When I turn around, Finlay hasn’t moved, and he doesn’t say a thing; he only keeps looking at me with that quiet intensity I’ve come to know, a hand extended to me. He’s waiting for me to make the first move.

That’s when it hits me so hard, I let out a low gasp…

The sense that I’m going to lose my heart to him grows stronger with each small step I walk towards him, but the strange thing is that I’m ready for it: I’m ready to dive headfirst into the unknown, free falling into an as yet unfamiliar world that only holds me and the man whose hand grips me tightly.

Without saying a single word, we walk out of the park, and the longer the silence stretches between us, the more frantic I get. I’m not scared of losing my virginity, but I am worried I won’t be able to please him.

And if that happens, the humiliation will kill me.

Finlay entwines our fingers, again showing a sweetness to him I wouldn’t have known if he didn’t, and raises them to his mouth. My breath hitches when he kisses my knuckles, his eyes lingering on mine but for a moment before he raises his arm in the air to hail a taxi.

My eyes catch sight of the veins in his fisted hand, and I suppress a needy sigh…He is every woman’s wet fantasy.

I’m one lucky woman.