Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 102166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
“I was being a good friend too,” Selene said. “At the time, that was what she wanted from me. Now, she wants something different. And I’m happy to give that too.”
“Oh, admit it. You’re just dying to slip into a bridesmaid dress and cry as these two declare their love for each other.”
“Oh, goddess. You’re not going to make me wear something hideous, are you?”
She’d directed the question at Iris, but Arden was the one to answer. “Don’t insult me. Nothing hideous has ever made its way into my weddings. Well, there was that intestine necklace once, but we try not to judge other cultures’ customs. Even if they drip and smell mildly like rot.” Arden suppressed a shudder at the memory.
“And on that note,” Selene said with a wrinkled nose, “here comes the food.”
They spent the rest of the meal discussing the food and Gerty the ghost, and giving Iris a pep talk about both her relationship and the gala she was dreading.
By the time she made it back to the penthouse, she was feeling calmer, more reasonable, and less emotional about the whole situation.
Even if it did make her heart ache to have to walk through the apartment alone, eat dinner alone, and get ready for bed alone.
She knew it was just her nature, that emotions and connection were something she craved even more strongly than most when she cared for someone. So she wasn’t exactly surprised when her eyes flooded with tears or how fiercely she felt the empty space beside her as she started to drift off to sleep.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t find time today,” Finn’s voice murmured in her ear.
His body was curled up behind her, his arm draped across her waist, his legs cocked up behind hers.
“I know you’re busy,” she said, still trying to untangle herself from the dream world, where she’d been sunning on a beach with Finn, miles away from everyone else, from all his responsibilities. It was just them, the sun, and the sea.
“Still,” he said, leaning down to press a kiss to her bare shoulder. “If you want one-on-one time, I will find it.”
“I do,” she admitted. “I want to see if there’s something here.”
“There’s something here,” he said, pulling her closer.
She felt the hard line of him pressed against her ass. “I meant something more than sex.”
Finn scooted back and pulled her onto her back. Leaning over her, he watched as his hand slid up to her jaw.
“I meant more than sex too. Though I’m not going to pretend I’m not really enjoying that.”
She wouldn’t deny it either.
And until he could carve out more time for her, she would be happy to take these little stolen moments of intimacy when they were available.
Her hands slid down his back, sinking into his ass and pulling until he moved over her, sliding between her parted legs.
“Me too,” she agreed before pulling his lips down to hers.
It was all need and hunger then.
Lips and tongues and teeth.
Hands grazing, fingers clawing, bodies rocking.
Finn rolled onto his back, taking Iris with him, and he watched as she removed her filmy nightgown while he reached for protection.
But before he could slide it on, Iris was leaning down, pressing a kiss to his throat.
Her tongue traced the pulse point, loving how his heart was pounding for her, how his hands were digging into her skin as she kissed down his chest, his stomach, lower.
An almost pained groan escaped him when she took him in her mouth, sucking down to the base at a pace so slow that his hips were rocking up into her mouth, begging for more.
Taking her cue from him, Iris moved faster, sucking him as his muscles tensed, as his hand curled in her hair, making a pain-pleasure combination sear across her scalp.
And just when she thought he might lose control, he was fisting her hair, pulling until the pinch made him slide from between her lips.
“Get up here,” Finn said, his voice rough and commanding.
By the time she’d shimmied out of her panties, he was finished protecting them. His hand went to her hip, pulling until she lowered down onto his lap, trembling at the hard demand of him against her.
Iris rocked against him until she couldn’t take the pressure, the clawing need deep within, for another minute.
Shifting up, she positioned herself and lowered down.
She felt him press into her, and a low growl rumbled through Finn as she took him in, inch by inch.
By the time she’d taken him to the base, she was already shaking, the pressure coiled so tightly, it felt like a warning.
A whimper escaped her as Finn’s impatient hips rocked up into her, pressing deeper still.
“Show me how you like it,” Finn demanded. His fingers dug into her hips like it was taking every ounce of restraint not to take control, not to set the pace.