Page 32 of Daring to Love

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Finlay

The tight grip of her small hand in mine keeps me calm during the short drive to her house, but I’m far from it. We don’t speak at all, but every couple of minutes, I look at her, needing to reassure myself she’s here, and that she wants this to happen.

Each time, her gaze is unflinching, unwavering, and I’m grateful for it.

I try not to think about her innocence, but it hovers at the edges of my mind on a loop, and I take one deep breath after the other, ordering myself to be gentle with her.

The last thing I want is gentle. From the moment I met her, there’s been this insane need to mark her…to brand her as belonging to me.

It’s frightening as fuck.

The taxi stops, spurring me into motion, and I toss a ten-pound note at him, not caring in the least if I’m over tipping him.

“Ta, mate,” the driver takes the note and nods at me, a knowing leer on his face, but I ignore him and, still holding Amelie, I open the door and hop out. She follows close on my heels and opens the wrought-iron gate, carefully closing it behind her. I’m strung tight with lust thrumming in my veins. I squeeze her hand as we walk next to each other up the short walkway, but I have to let her go once we reach her front door. She opens the small handbag slung over her back and rummages around for her keys. I wait, fighting for control. The only thought in my head is that I need another taste of her, and soon, or I’ll go mad.

Or, even worse, spill my seed in my pants like a schoolboy.

Soon, she unlocks the door and hurries inside. I barely manage to close and lock it behind me before her arms come around my neck, her mouth on mine.

Groaning, I shuffle backward until I reach a wall, my head thudding against it as her eager mouth assaults me. I need her so fucking much, it hurts…a delicious ache that won’t dissipate…one that leaves me hungry for more.

Her small pants against me are the biggest turn-on, and I pull her flush to my chest, my hands finding her arse. I bite down on her lover lip, tugging it before I release it with a pop.

“Are you wet, sweetheart?”

She nods, her arms a vice around my neck.

I squeeze the tight globes in my hands, spreading them once only to move my hands to her skirt, pulling it up as I go.

“Bedroom,” I groan, before I sweep my tongue inside that sinfully sweet mouth, touching every corner before our tongues find each other.

She doesn’t seem to hear me, and once my hands find her bare thighs, I cease all thinking any rational thought. I reach underneath her right knee and lift it, pushing my cock against her mound as she wraps her leg around my hip. The moan she emits sends my ears ringing, blood whizzing in my ears…Her lips become more insistent against mine, as if a light switch has been turned and the shy, inexperienced girl I thought she was grows into a fierce woman unafraid of the power she holds on me.

I need air, but I need to taste her more, and so we kiss, and groan, and pant, rocking against each other in a mating ritual as old as time. Desire courses through me, the sweetest pain as my cock throbs against the zipper of my jeans just another erotic thing, and pain isn’t even my kink.

“I need…I want…,” she sighs and peppers kisses over my jaw and chin.

“Tell me,” I growl, my nails digging into her skin.

“Make me come, Fin…please.”

Her words uttered in such a needy, primal way makes me want to fall to my knees and worship at her feet, but I want her never to forget her first time, and I want her to be comfortable.

“Take me to your bedroom, sweetheart.” I thrust once more against her, kissing her as sweetly as I can.

She shakes her head once but then nods, lowering her leg from around me, and takes my hand and shows me. Up we go a steep stair, and at the top of it, she takes a sharp turn to the left and opens a door. Curious, I look around, but my sole focus is the four-poster bed in the middle of the room. In the centre of it, a cat lies, and I can’t help but chuckle at the raised head and its eyes that seem to say, What the fuck is this?

“Out, Monty, darling,” Amelie moves to get the cat, nuzzling his face briefly, and as ridiculous as it sounds, I envy the feline at once.

I want her to snuggle me.

I crave her adoration.

Bloody hell…I’m jealous of a cat now?

The secret smile she aims at me as she walks past me sends another shot of lust to my groin, and I have to fist my hands as I wait for to let the cat out of the room. After she shuts the door behind her, she keeps facing it, and worried I’ve freaked her makes me go to her. Gently, I reach for her hands resting next to her face as she turns those piercing grey-blue eyes at me. I’m done for, utterly and completely.