Free Falling for Finn by Jackie Ashenden Page B

tracing, then stroking the slick, hot flesh of her sex. She gasped at his touch, shuddering as electricity arced through her, almost blinding in its intensity.
    “Ah, Christ, Anna.” The hoarse sound of his voice made her shiver. “You’re so wet.”
    Slowly, he slid a finger inside her and she trembled, panting. Then another joined the first. Somehow she’d grabbed on to his shoulder, digging her nails into the hard muscle beneath his skin.
    Her hips lifted almost of their own volition as his hand began to move in a slow, maddening rhythm.
    He lowered his forehead against hers and she could hear his breathing, ragged and fast. “You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this. About touching you. Feeling you so hot and wet for me.” Another harsh breath. “I want to make you come.” She couldn’t speak, shivering at the raw eroticism of his words. And then she couldn’t seem to think either as his thumb circled her clit again, sending white lightning everywhere. The hand between her thighs moved faster, harder. Another brush across that agonizingly sensitive bundle of nerves. Her nails digging into his flesh. Her hips moving against his hand. So good. God. So good.
    “Please, Finn,” she said, gasping. Frantic.
    “Yes. Green Eyes. Yes. Come for me.”
    A simple twist of his hand and, as if her body had decided it would obey him in all things, she felt herself come apart, the climax rushing through her, over her, washing her away.
     
    He’d never seen anything so beautiful in all his life. Anna, crying out her climax in his arms. Underneath his hand.
    He used to feel guilty for fantasizing about her. For objectifying her. And for prolonging the agony of wanting something that would never, ever happen. So he’d stopped, tried to be good.
    But this…the reality. Jesus Christ, she was so much better than his fantasies.
    The liquid heat of her around his fingers, the musky scent of her arousal between them. Her little pants, her cries. Green eyes turning black as desire had overcome her, body arching as she’d come against his hand.
    Finn sucked in a ragged breath, feeling the hot pulse of her sex around his fingers, the bite of her nails against his skin. Difficult to hold himself back, but he’d been doing it so long another couple of minutes wouldn’t make much difference.
    Blocking out the pain in his cock, he closed his eyes, wanting to fix this memory forever in his head. Wanting to hold on to it for as long as possible.
    When she shifted a little, he opened his eyes and finally withdrew his hand, looking down at the flushed, panting woman beneath him. The look on her face was almost stunned, green eyes wide. Brown hair stuck to her forehead and cheeks, perspiration slicking her skin.
    Stunned, yes. But not scared. Not now.
    He smiled at her. Then put his fingers in his mouth.
    Her eyes went round. “Finn!” A shocked sound.
    “What? You taste delicious.” And she did. Spicy and salty and so damn good.
    He licked his fingers, watching her black lashes flutter as her gaze dropped to his mouth as if hypnotized. No, definitely not fear this time.
    God, he wanted to lick her. Taste the spice and salt of her. But he didn’t know if he could bear waiting any longer. He had to be inside her. Had to.
    He bent, brushing his mouth over hers. “You sure you don’t have any condoms in that backpack of yours?”
    “Uh…you don’t have any?”
    “Yeah, but they’re in the bathroom. Backpack’s closer.” He moved down her body, licking her throat, tasting her skin, salt and sweat and honey. Oh Jesus, he was never going to be able to get enough of her.
    “Ummm….front pocket.”
    He moved lower, circling her nipple with his tongue, then drawing the hard bud of it into his mouth. A little, helpless moan, her body arching into him. So responsive. No sign of her earlier tension, thank God. He wanted to make her scream, but not with fear. Never that.
    Reluctantly, he released her nipple, a