Heartbreaker(48)

“Hey.” Finn pulls back. “Don’t you ever say that,” he orders me, his eyes blazing in the dark. “You were the first person to believe in me. You kept me going, even through my darkest days. You’re the whole reason I’m here, why I made anything of myself. I never stopped loving you, Eva,” he swears. “It’s all because of you.”

I stare at him in disbelief, but his words haven’t even landed before his lips crash down on mine; a fevered kiss that’s edged with desperate emotion. He pushes me back against the wall, and I take him in, taste every last moment. He wraps my legs around his waist, hands wild in my hair and on my skin. I kiss him hungrily, nothing holding us back now.

The years melt away and for the first time in what feels like forever, the ache lifts from my chest.

I never stopped loving you…

Finn carries me back inside the bedroom as my head spins and my heart pounds with giddy relief. He tumbles me back onto the bed, and then I feel the weight of him, God, that glorious weight – his body pressing me into the mattress, his muscular limbs wrapping around me, holding me tightly. Safe and sound in his arms again.

He peels off my robe, and exhales a slow breath. “You’re a masterpiece, you know that?” he whispers, dropping a dozen kisses on my naked skin, light as feathers. “I could never put in words what you do to me. I’ve tried a hundred times, but those songs, they don’t even come close.” Emotion rushes through me, and suddenly, I’m on the edge of tears. “Hey,” he murmurs, brushing my cheeks. “Don’t cry, baby. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

“No,” I shake my head, trying to blink back the tears. “I’m sorry. I let you down, I’ve spent all this time hating you.”

“I deserved it.” He rests his forehead against mine, so I feel every breath on my own lips. “You’re right. It wasn’t my choice to make. And all this could have been avoided if I’d just talked to you. Trusted you enough to let you in.” Finn pauses, his voice breaking with intensity. “Do you think you can you ever forgive me?”

I cradle his face in my hands. That face that’s haunted my dreams, so gorgeous it almost hurts to look.

“I already do,” I breathe, and watch his eyes flash with raw emotion. “I forgive you, Finn. But can you do the same for me?”

He frowns. “You don’t need it, Eva. You never did.”

I open my mouth, but Finn swallows up my confession with another burning kiss. This one is deeper, more powerful than ever, and the strength of it takes my breath away. Dazzling and free, I sink into the kiss, his mouth on mine, his body moving over me, touching me, opening me up to the heat and slow burn brilliance that builds, coiling tight through every inch of my body.

This time, it’s slow. Deep. So tender, I can’t hold back the tears. Finn touches me over and over, sliding those miraculous hands across my aching skin until I’m panting and dizzy for him, wordlessly begging until at last, he sinks inside me and everything in the world is set to rights again.

He fills me, f*ck, every last inch, until I lose track of where I end and he begins. He starts to move, but I hold him back, needing to just feel him. This moment, right here. I inhale in a shuddering rush, flexing around him and feeling his body tense and groan in response. It’s incredible. I’m surrounded, overwhelmed, possessed by him, the scent of him, the crush of his body, and the raw desire burning in those blue eyes. It’s all too much, and not enough at once. I could lose myself in him for a hundred years, and still be hungry for more.

This is all I ever wanted, and now, holding him again, all I can think is how I never want to let him go.

“My girl,” he murmurs, biting down softly on my lower lip. I moan, and it’s all the invitation he needs to surge deeper inside me, and take my breath away all over again. I arch up, moving with him, and God, it’s beautiful. He drives me higher with every thick stroke, the whisper of his mouth and hands on my skin, and how his cock feels, so deep, so incredibly right. I’m twisting higher now, burning out of control. I buck against him, but Finn doesn’t waver, he doesn’t let up one second. He keeps on f*cking me slowly, relentless, until my body feels inside out and every nerve ending is raw and electric; totally exposed.

I’m whimpering, mindless, and his voice is right there in my ear, urging me on. “Take it deeper, baby. Take every inch of my cock.” He’s hoarse, growling now with labored control, but it still makes me wet to hear him whisper all those filthy, secret words. “That’s right,” he murmurs, thrusting into me again so deep I have to gasp. “You need it all, my dirty girl. Nobody can do you like this, baby. Nobody knows exactly what you need.”

“You do,” I whimper.

“That’s right. Only me.”

Finn shifts his weight, grinding up now with every stroke to hit my clit too, the sweet, maddening friction. “Only me,” he says again. “Say it.”

I moan as pleasure fuses through me. Building. Circling. “Only you,” I vow, clinging on for dear life. “It’s always been you.”

Finn stills, and I gasp, needing more. But he just clasps my check in his hand, forcing my gaze up to him, so I can see the look in his eyes as he slowly, slowly drives into me again.

Oh God.

“Let go,” he orders me. “You’re there, baby. You just need to fall.”