Letters to Molly (Maysen Jar, #2)(93)

His devilish grin made me shiver. The pulsing in my core was like a bass drum as he unzipped his jeans and ripped them down his legs along with his boxer briefs. His cock sprang free, thick and hard and weeping for attention.

I licked my lips as he settled between my legs. As he leaned down, my nipples skimmed against his hard chest, making me desperate.

Finn kissed at my neck, moving his way down my collarbone to the valley between my breasts. Then he dipped lower, his tongue snaking its way across the curve of my belly.

“Finn.” His name was a whisper as he sank to his knees and stroked his tongue through my folds. I was so primed, so needy, I arched off the bed when he placed a soft kiss on my clit. My fingers dove into his hair, the rusty locks smooth and silky between my fingers.

He stroked and lapped, bringing me close to an orgasm in seconds. Then, when my legs were shaking and my heart racing, he pulled away. My head flew up off the mattress, my eyes wide. Finn’s cocky grin was waiting as he wiped his bottom lip.

One of his hands slid down his flat stomach, bringing my gaze along with it. He fisted his shaft and stroked twice.

“God, I never thought I’d get to see this.”

“What?” I whispered.

“You. Naked on my bed. More beautiful than the day we met.”

My heart. I held a hand over my bare chest to keep it from flying away.

Finn came to me, his eyes locked on mine as he lowered his weight onto me. He dragged the tip of his cock through my center once and thrust forward, stealing my breath as he brought us together.

I was lost in the feel of him inside me as he began to move. Just like we had for years, he made me tremble. He brought us to the edge in a way that made me forget everything but Finn.

We came together in a rush, the build so strong and consuming I opened my mouth in a silent scream. Finn’s entire body quaked as he poured into me, the aftershocks leaving us both a loose-limbed heap on the bed.

When we’d regained our breaths and the white spots had cleared from my vision, I smiled against his stubbled cheek. “I like your bed.”

“Good.” He chuckled. “Because you’re sleeping in it tonight.”

With a quick kiss on the neck, he pushed off the bed and went into the attached bathroom, flipping on a light. The sound of running water echoed into the bedroom and I smiled. He knew I liked to clean myself, and he was making sure the water would be warm when I went into the bathroom.

I pushed off the bed and wandered around the room, my legs jelly and my steps unsure. My eyes darted into the dark closet as I passed the opening. Was that where he’d kept the letters he’d sent me? The question came out of nowhere, but I wanted to know.

“Did you keep the letters in this closet?” I asked Finn.

He nodded. “Yeah. In a box in the top. Why?”

“Just curious.” I stepped into the bathroom, squinting as my eyes adjusted to the bright lights bouncing off the white stone tile on the floors and the spacious shower. The marble counter had two bowl sinks resting on top. Finn was at one. The water ran for me in the other and a washcloth had been laid out along with a new toothbrush.

Finn finished brushing his teeth then dropped a kiss to my bare shoulder as he left the room. It didn’t take me long to join him in the bedroom, crawling under the corner of the sheets he’d turned down. The moment I was horizontal, Finn rolled on top of me, pinning me down for a slow, lazy kiss.

“I had fun tonight,” he said after tucking me into his side.

“Me too.” I rested on the pillow, but an odd, familiar feeling hit me. It was . . . I shot upright. “Is this my pillow?”

He chuckled as I fluffed it and skimmed my hands over the case. “Maybe.”

“It is. You stole my pillow.”

He laughed harder. “So? You kept mine.”

“I thought you’d left it behind.”

“Only because I needed to make a clean getaway with yours. I didn’t want them both to go missing.”

I closed my eyes and wrapped an arm around his waist. “We wasted so many years.”

“Then we’ll make this year and all those to come count double.”

I nuzzled closer, taking a deep inhale of Finn’s earthy and clean scent.

“I love you.” Finn kissed my hair. “In case that wasn’t perfectly clear. I love you, my darling Molly. For the rest of my days.”

“I love you too.” And no matter what happened, I’d tell him every day. It didn’t take long for my body to relax. I was on the verge of sleep when another question popped into my mind. “Finn?”

“Hmm.” He was already half asleep.

“Where did you keep those letters when we were married?”

“In a box in the closet,” he answered.

“Did you take it with you when you moved into the loft at Alcott?”

He shifted to look down at me. “No. Why?”

“Well, the last letter was written right before the divorce. Did you put it in the same box?”

“Yeah. I came home to see the kids. Put them to bed. Wrote it before you got home.”

Those were the limbo nights before he’d found this house. He’d come to my house in the evenings to see the kids. I’d leave for a few hours to help Poppy as she set up the restaurant. I’d get home, the kids would be asleep, and Finn would leave for the loft at Alcott.