All the Way (Romancing Manhattan #1)(58)

And who am I to say no?

The flowers are stunning, and they do smell divine. They make my place look happy.

I shoot Finn a text to thank him, and then walk into my bathroom to take a shower. I pause in the doorway, frowning.

I don’t think I left the blow-dryer on the vanity this morning. In fact, I know I didn’t because I didn’t wash my hair yet today.

But there it is, on the counter, plugged in.

I shrug and put it away. Maybe Finn used it?

Or maybe I’m going crazy.

I roll my eyes and start the shower, then walk into my closet to find some clean clothes. With the film, my relationship with Finn, and worrying about Kyle, I swear I’m losing my mind sometimes.





Chapter Sixteen

~Finn~


Someone is running their hands all over my sleepy body, making it come awake and want her.

Right now.

I open one eye and smile at the sight of London’s dark hair spread over my abdomen. Her white skin against my dark. Her lips pressing to my flesh, leaving openmouthed kisses down my body. Her small hand wraps around my dick, and I can’t pretend to be asleep anymore.

I rock my hips as she slowly pumps up and down, making me even harder than before. Her eyes glance up to mine, and she grins, before sinking that sexy-as-fuck mouth over the head of my cock.

Sweet mother of God, she’s good with that hot mouth of hers.

“Holy fuck,” I growl, shoving my fingers in her hair and holding on. Her lips pucker, gripping on to my sensitive skin, sucking just hard enough to make my damn eyes cross.

She licks down to my balls, down the crease of my thigh, and then, with the happiest smile on her gorgeous face, climbs over me, and sheathes me in her hot, wet pussy.

“Good morning,” she whispers, and leans down to kiss me. “I couldn’t wait any longer to wish you happy birthday.”

“Best birthday ever.”

I grip on to her hips and watch as she moves slowly, rocking back and forth. She plants her hands on my chest, leaning on me. Her breasts are firm and high. Nipples tight.

She bites her lip and lets her hair fall in messy waves.

I’ve never seen anything so fucking beautiful in all my life.

I start to move now, quickly pushing up, impaling her. She gasps, and opens her eyes to watch me.

“You’re amazing,” I murmur as I sit up, wrap my arms around her, and hold on tightly. “So damn beautiful.”

Her lips find mine, eagerly kissing and biting, loving me with everything in her. It’s overwhelming and humbling.

Sexy as I don’t know what.

She bears down, squeezing my cock like a vise, and I know that I’m not going to last much longer. She grips my face in her hands and says, “Do it. Come.”

I can’t help but follow her command, the orgasm moving through me powerfully.

I roll us over, putting London on her back, and lazily kiss her chest, her breasts, her shoulder.

“I love you,” I whisper.

“I love you too,” she replies with a smile.

My phone begins to ping with text messages, so I roll over and reach for it.

“You let me sleep until nine?”

“It’s your birthday,” she replies with a shrug. “Everyone should sleep in on their birthday.”

I flip the phone to silent and rub my hand over my face. Forty.

How the fuck did I get to forty already?

“How are you?” she asks.

“Old.” I shake my head and climb out of bed, then saunter around the bed to take her hand and bring her with me. “Your man is old, baby.”

“Not that old,” she says with a laugh. “Where are we going?”

“To choose assisted living housing for me.”

“You don’t need that.” She kisses my shoulder. “I’ll take care of you.”

I laugh and boost her up onto the bathroom vanity, grinning when she yelps at the cold on her bare ass.

“That’s for calling me old.”

“You called you old,” she reminds me, and tugs me closer to stand between her spread thighs. “Besides, you didn’t fuck me like you’re an old man.”

“I made love to you.” I plant my hands on either side of her hips and lean in to kiss her. “Like a man who loves you.”

“Indeed.” She scoots closer, pressing her hot pussy against my dick, making it start to firm up again. “I don’t think you’re too old for round two.”

“No?”

She shakes her head no and reaches between us to wrap her small hand around me again.

“Feels like this agrees,” she whispers.

“You’re quite aggressive this morning.”

“You’re sexy,” she murmurs, kissing my chest. “And I want you.”

“I’m right here.”

She guides me inside her and we both gasp. I just had her not twenty minutes ago, and I want her more than ever.

I look into the mirror, enthralled with the way her back looks as she holds on to me. It flexes, her ass shifts, her hair falls like a curtain down her slim back.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“Back at you,” she breathes. “Jesus, Finn, I’m going to come again.”

“Good. Do it.” I lick my thumb and press it to her hard clit. “Come apart for me, baby.”