Doing It Risqué (New Adult Erotic Romance) Book 2 by Clarissa Wild Page A

it back down, then watched him eat. Finn just gobbled everything up like a bulldozer, shoving it into his mouth, chewing a couple of times, before swallowing a whole mouth full of food.
    I placed the plate in my hands on the table behind the couch, hoping he wouldn’t notice. I wasn’t hungry anymore. Nerves took a hold on my insides.
    “Why aren’t you eating?” he asked.
    I almost jolted up and down. “Oh, um … I’m just not that hungry.”
    The growl in my stomach grew louder and Finn’s eyes drifted down to my belly.
    “I heard that loud and clear, you know,” he said.
    I sighed, folded my arms close to my chest and looked away.
    He set his plate down on the table and gently took my chin between his fingers. “Grace …” Finn turned my face toward him. Now I was forced to look into his compassionate eyes and it was hard to withhold the tears.
    “Tell me what’s bothering you,” he said. “Why don’t you eat?”
    “I … I just can’t. Every bite makes me think I get fat.”
    “What?” Finn stared at me, his eyes big.
    “It’s the only thing that’s mine to control, Finn. Only what I eat. I want to look thin. Otherwise I can’t fit into nice clothes anymore.”
    “Grace.” Finn gripped my arms. “Are you nuts? Why do you want to lose more weight? You’re already skinny to the bone.”
    “Because … I don’t know … It just crept into my mind, somewhere along the line.”
    Finn pulled me closer and embraced me, my head lying on his buffed chest. “You’re fine just the way you are, Grace.”
    We sat across from each other on the couch, just hugging, and I whimpered softly.
    “But you think I’m pretty?” I asked in between sobs.
    He nudged me forward and I looked up into his emerald eyes. “Of course, but you need to stop thinking about it and just enjoy some food, alright? We’ll work on getting you to love eating again,” he said, and he brushed away a strand of blonde hair from my face.
    I wiped away a tear and he smiled at me. “As a matter of fact, I think you’re beautiful.”
    Finn leaned in for a kiss. His rugged lips massaged mine with respect, as if he was afraid to break me. I felt stronger with every brush, the titillating kisses gave me energy I’d never felt before, not even with the lovers I’d previously had. Finn was different. He actually cared for me instead of just my money.
    My fingers trailed up along his pectorals and entwined behind his broad neck. I twirled my finger around in the bristles of his dark brown hair. His kisses became rougher and more powerful, while his calloused fingers drifted across my spine. Caressing down toward my ass, he squeezed the flaps. I laughed in his mouth, but he took the opportunity to push his tongue inside and circled around mine.
    I looked down at his tumescent bump. He’s already getting hard!
    He came closer and closer, forcing me backward, so I was leaning with my elbows on the couch. One of his muscular hands gripped the backside of the couch, his veins clearly visible and the size of his big hands made me feel overpowered by him. It was arousing.
    I peeked up and gazed at his boxers. The bulge in the thin cotton grew larger and thumped up and down when he looked at my eyes.
    “Sorry, Grace, you just do that to me.”
    I giggled. “Don’t apologize. It’s the same for me.”
    He grunted, nibbling my earlobe. I moaned and it only made him groan louder and plant his kisses more violently. He pushed me until I flopped down on the couch. Finn’s arm was under me, his other hand caressed my cheek, while he fervently kissed me.
    “You’re so beautiful; I can’t keep my hands off you. I hope you realize that.”
    I smiled, Finn sucked on my lip. “But since you thought otherwise, I guess I’ll have to convince you,” he said.
    He trailed rugged kisses from my neck to my sternum. I felt the bump in his boxers graze my thong, but the skin was so sensitive, my clit pulsed from it.
    His fingers moved from my face