Free Falling for Finn by Jackie Ashenden

time. A taste she never thought she’d missed. A taste she never thought she’d even wanted. But not now. Now, she couldn’t get enough of it.
    She started to explore his mouth as he was exploring hers, sliding her tongue against his, nipping the curve of his lower lip. Tentative and hesitant. Not really sure what she was doing and afraid of it because even now, something inside her was telling her this was Finn. This was her friend.
    But he knew what she was doing. His hand in her hair tightened. “Oh Jesus, Anna.” The words were raw, groaned against her mouth. “I don’t think…when you do that…”
    A weird sense of feminine satisfaction swept through her at the ragged sound of his voice.
    She was making him sound like that. Like he couldn’t even think. She was doing that to him. Her touch. And she’d never known she would like it until now.
    Responding to an urge she was barely even conscious of, she ran her hands down the taut plane of his stomach, wanting to touch him. Craving the feel of the smooth, oiled silk of his skin, the hard contour of muscle beneath it. He felt so good. How could she never have thought of doing this? Her hands moved lower, down to the cotton of his boxers. Tracing the outline of his erection through the material.
    She heard him curse as she touched him, a low, desperate sound.
    Oh God. He was big. Another new discovery. Something else she hadn’t known about him, though Lily had implied it before Anna had put her fingers in her ears, not wanting to hear. Now, though, she didn’t need to hear. She could feel exactly how big he was. And how hard. Very, very hard.
    His hand covered hers, pressing it against him as the hand in her hair slid around to cradle her head, his mouth moving over her jaw, her neck, kissing her throat. And then licking her.
    She went hot all over, her heart thumping.
    “Touch me, beautiful.” A hoarse demand against her skin.
    Yes. She wanted to. Wanted to so much. And this want, this desire, was infinitely better than fear, better than the uncertainty and nervousness.
    Embracing the moment totally, Anna pushed her hand beneath the waistband of his boxers, curling her fingers around the length of him, loving the feel. Smooth and soft yet hard as rock. Velvet and steel.
    He shook as she brushed her thumb gently over the slick tip, his fingers tightening painfully in her hair. “Christ…Anna…”
    Abruptly his hands settled on her hips, and she was being walked backward until the edge of the couch pressed against her knees. Finn pushed her so she went down onto it, and then came the heat of his skin against hers, his knees between her thighs as he braced one hand behind her head, holding himself over her.
    Looking down at her.
    A sense of dislocation gripped her as she met his eyes. A momentary sense that this wasn’t Finn. Not the Finn she knew at least. Because Finn had never looked at her like this, like he was starving and she was his first meal. His skin seemed tight against the extraordinary bone structure of his face, a hungry, intent look.
    Did he look that way at all his lovers? Did he look at them the way he looked at her?
    The thought twisted inside her, an unfamiliar pain.
    But then his hand touched her throat, her collarbone, trailing down over her breasts, fingers brushing over her nipples, making her gasp. The trailing fingers reached the plain black cotton of her knickers, and his mouth curved. “Ah. Seems we both like black cotton undies.”
    A flash of the teasing Finn she knew. The familiar with the unfamiliar.
    It confused her. All the blinding heat of their kiss had vanished, leaving room for thought. Leaving room for doubt.
    His fingers slipped beneath the elastic, drawing down her knickers. She swallowed, her mouth dry, fighting the urge to stop him.
    Had he done this to her? Touched her like this? Her knickers had been still on but she’d been so out of it she would have let him done anything. Anything he wanted…
    Her skin