afraid that once I told him about my original intentions, he’d leave.
“No,” Finn said without wavering, giving me the out I so desperately wanted. “Not tonight. I’ve waited too long for you, Casey, and I’m not going to wait any longer.”
Chapter 26
Finn
Kiki was talking, but I wasn’t listening. Instead I went back to the night that changed everything.
I grabbed Casey a little more roughly than I intended. I was tired of waiting, tired of trying to be the good guy. I wasn’t a good guy and it was best if she knew that right now. There was nothing remotely noble or gallant in my nature. I had plenty women who would attest to that fact.
But I was trying. And I wanted to be good for her. To her.
Still, enough was enough.
My fingers laced through the belt loops of her jeans and I pulled her toward me.
“I want you, Casey,” I told her. “Tell me now if you don’t feel the same way.”
A flash of something passed over her face when she said, “I do want this, but—”
I cut her off right there. “No,” I said. “No over thinking this. No flimsy excuses or second guessing. I can’t take any more. In about ten seconds, I’m going to take what I wanted that first time I saw you. What I would’ve killed to finish the first time I had you in my home.”
A tiny moan fell from her lips, so I kept going.
“You were so wet that day. So shocked at what I was doing to you, but so turned on. You didn’t want to like it, didn’t want to like me, but you did.”
She turned then, to hang her messenger bag on the coat rack. I took the opportunity to move in. My chest flush with her back, I drew her to me.
She tensed for a moment. But as I started whispering all the things I wanted to do to her, she melted into me.
“It’s now or never,” I said, slipping my hand under her sweatshirt.
Her skin was hot to the touch, soft, and trembling when I placed my palm on her stomach.
Casey dropped her head on my shoulder and said, “Now.”
My dick twitched at the sound of her ragged voice, and the promise of what was to come.
I began to move my hand in lazy circles on her stomach while my other hand ran up and down her throat. I could feel her pulse racing under my touch. I wanted more.
I pulled off her shirt, uncovering her flawless olive skin and, Christ , she looked fucking edible in her plain white bra. It was simple and soft, just like I know she wanted to be. But she was also so complex and tough. Seeing her like this, with me, was better than I ever remembered it being with anyone.
Unable to tear my eyes away, I soaked in her perfect form, aching to touch her heavy breasts.
So maybe this is why you wait.
If I hadn’t been able to spend time with Casey, and if I didn’t know her quirks and humor and spunky personality, would I appreciate this moment? Of course, I’d be mad for her body, but I saw how she was more than that. I felt pangs of guilt for a past with a nameless, faceless group of girls that I only wanted for one thing.
“What is it?” Casey asked, noticing my sudden change.
“Nothing,” I automatically replied. A response that came naturally from people always asking what was wrong with me. Man, where do I even begin.
I wanted her to know about me, about the illness. I wanted her to know that if we did this, it would be the first time that I did it in my right mind. This was real. But I remember what she said when I told her about Mom. She could never do it — take care of someone like me. I knew that was a lie. I knew she could, but now was not the time to tell her.
“Come back to me,” she said.
A vibrating sound came up from my chest. I hardly recognized it as my own. Casey did something to me; she got to me so deep inside I didn’t think I could ever get enough from her. I’m embarrassed to say I lunged at her like a starving animal. It was as though my life depended on her. And I wanted to consume.
I flipped her over my shoulder and she screamed.
“Put me
“No,” Finn said without wavering, giving me the out I so desperately wanted. “Not tonight. I’ve waited too long for you, Casey, and I’m not going to wait any longer.”
Chapter 26
Finn
Kiki was talking, but I wasn’t listening. Instead I went back to the night that changed everything.
I grabbed Casey a little more roughly than I intended. I was tired of waiting, tired of trying to be the good guy. I wasn’t a good guy and it was best if she knew that right now. There was nothing remotely noble or gallant in my nature. I had plenty women who would attest to that fact.
But I was trying. And I wanted to be good for her. To her.
Still, enough was enough.
My fingers laced through the belt loops of her jeans and I pulled her toward me.
“I want you, Casey,” I told her. “Tell me now if you don’t feel the same way.”
A flash of something passed over her face when she said, “I do want this, but—”
I cut her off right there. “No,” I said. “No over thinking this. No flimsy excuses or second guessing. I can’t take any more. In about ten seconds, I’m going to take what I wanted that first time I saw you. What I would’ve killed to finish the first time I had you in my home.”
A tiny moan fell from her lips, so I kept going.
“You were so wet that day. So shocked at what I was doing to you, but so turned on. You didn’t want to like it, didn’t want to like me, but you did.”
She turned then, to hang her messenger bag on the coat rack. I took the opportunity to move in. My chest flush with her back, I drew her to me.
She tensed for a moment. But as I started whispering all the things I wanted to do to her, she melted into me.
“It’s now or never,” I said, slipping my hand under her sweatshirt.
Her skin was hot to the touch, soft, and trembling when I placed my palm on her stomach.
Casey dropped her head on my shoulder and said, “Now.”
My dick twitched at the sound of her ragged voice, and the promise of what was to come.
I began to move my hand in lazy circles on her stomach while my other hand ran up and down her throat. I could feel her pulse racing under my touch. I wanted more.
I pulled off her shirt, uncovering her flawless olive skin and, Christ , she looked fucking edible in her plain white bra. It was simple and soft, just like I know she wanted to be. But she was also so complex and tough. Seeing her like this, with me, was better than I ever remembered it being with anyone.
Unable to tear my eyes away, I soaked in her perfect form, aching to touch her heavy breasts.
So maybe this is why you wait.
If I hadn’t been able to spend time with Casey, and if I didn’t know her quirks and humor and spunky personality, would I appreciate this moment? Of course, I’d be mad for her body, but I saw how she was more than that. I felt pangs of guilt for a past with a nameless, faceless group of girls that I only wanted for one thing.
“What is it?” Casey asked, noticing my sudden change.
“Nothing,” I automatically replied. A response that came naturally from people always asking what was wrong with me. Man, where do I even begin.
I wanted her to know about me, about the illness. I wanted her to know that if we did this, it would be the first time that I did it in my right mind. This was real. But I remember what she said when I told her about Mom. She could never do it — take care of someone like me. I knew that was a lie. I knew she could, but now was not the time to tell her.
“Come back to me,” she said.
A vibrating sound came up from my chest. I hardly recognized it as my own. Casey did something to me; she got to me so deep inside I didn’t think I could ever get enough from her. I’m embarrassed to say I lunged at her like a starving animal. It was as though my life depended on her. And I wanted to consume.
I flipped her over my shoulder and she screamed.
“Put me
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