Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 128211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
We couldn’t catch our breaths, both of us panting and moaning and gripping and clawing. We were torn between savoring each taste of skin or shredding every piece of clothing still separating us.
A man possessed. A woman consumed. The kind of passion that ends wars or starts them.
Maybe it was toxic. Maybe we were the villains.
But fuck, to me?
This felt like the victorious sunset ride as the credits rolled.
CHARTER CONFESSIONAL
CLOSE QUARTERS
SEASON 4, EPISODE 11
IN-BETWEEN CHARTERS 7 AND 8
FINN PEARSON: HEAD CHEF
PRODUCER
Are you alright?
FINN
Oh, I’m absolutely grand.
PRODUCER
Really? You’re not… I don’t know, feeling any certain type of way right now?
FINN
Can’t imagine what you mean.
PRODUCER
You don’t feel guilty or bad or worried or…?
Finn smirks, wipes hand over jaw and leans forward, elbows balancing on knees.
FINN
There’s a reason guilt is subjective, isn’t there, mate? All depends who the judge and jury are. And I’m curious… have you asked anyone else on this boat if they feel guilty?
PRODUCER
Should I?
Finn shrugs, sits back.
FINN
Guess that depends. Have you already made up your mind about the narrative for the show?
PRODUCER
We don’t spin a narrative. We just capture what happens.
Finn laughs, stands to leave.
FINN
Right. We’ll go with that.
I was on fire.
Finn slid his fingers under the silk hem of my top and bunched the fabric, dragging it up slowly in a silent request for me to lift my arms. As soon as I did, he peeled the shirt over my head, my hair gathering in the neck hole before it fell over my shoulders in waves as the silk was flung somewhere behind me.
A groan and his hands were on me, each palm testing the weight of my breasts as I arched into the touch. My hands wove into his hair and Finn took me in his mouth, his tongue swirling around one nipple before he kissed his way over to the other one.
“I’m so fecking torn right now,” he groaned, thumbing my nipples as he bit his lip and watched me squirm under the touch. “I don’t know if I want to spend the whole night worshiping these perfect tits and kissing every inch of your skin I’ve missed for the last two years…” His hands moved to my hips again, fisting the silk there. “Or if I want to shred these shorts and bury myself inside you right fecking now.”
A wave of chills broke over me at the raw edge of his voice, and I rocked against him until my clit sparked to life enough to make me tremble.
“I could come just like this I think,” I whispered, rolling again as he flicked his tongue over one nipple and toyed with the other. “I’ve missed this so much. I feel like… like…”
I panted and moaned in lieu of continuing that sentence, wondering if Finn felt the same need coursing through him like a wildfire.
“I know, I know,” he assured me, slowing his perusal with his tongue. “I feel it, too.”
“It’s only with you.”
“Only ever you.”
He kissed me long and hard with that declaration.
“Before we go any further, I want you to know that I have always used protection,” Finn said, and he didn’t really need to say it because I already knew. We’d always used protection when we were together in the past. “But tonight… Em, I want you bare. I want to feel you — really feel you. No barriers, no holding back. I’m so feckin’ tired of everything that’s come between us.”
“I want it, too,” I whispered against his lips before I kissed him to seal the need. “I need it. To feel you inside me.”
“You’ve nothin’ to worry about with me, Em.”
“I know. You’re safe with me, too. And I’m—”
“On the pill?” He growled, nipping at my bottom lip. “I know. Watched you take it every morning, wondering who you were shagging instead. Drove me bloody mad.”
I laughed into his possessive kiss at that. “Oh, my God, you brute. I mostly take it so that my period cramps don’t kill me.” I pressed a hand into his chest. “And for the record, I’ve only slept with one person since we split. Not that I owe you an explanation. You don’t own me.”
“But you own me,” he said, and he slowed our kiss just long enough to hammer that point home with a very purposeful sweep of his tongue over mine. “Now, no more talking about other people. It’s me and you now.”
“Me and you.”
Finn smirked against my lips, the tip of his nose nudging mine. “You said you could come like this,” he mused. “Go on, then. Show me.”
A bolt of electricity struck me hard and fast when he rocked his hips up to meet mine, timing it perfectly with a swirl of his tongue.
“Finn,” I breathed, and already the edges of my vision were sparking.
“Jaysus, yes. Just like that,” he praised, and then his hands found my hips and added just the right pressure. “Say my name while you’re grinding on me like a desperate wee thing.”