Ultimate Passage: New Beginnings: Box Set ( Books 1-4) by Elle Thorne

in between. She wanted to unbuckle his pants and see him, feel him. Even taste him.
    His thumb was still on her lip. She lowered her head and took it in her mouth, sucking on it. He moaned, and his chest swelled with a deep breath. Marissa put a hand on his stomach, then raised it toward his chest.
    With a sweeping move he picked her up under her arms and placed her on the countertop. The sheet dropped with the motion. He sucked in a breath just as the sheet fell.
    Marissa didn’t care she was naked, didn’t care that she was probably a hungover-looking mess. None of that mattered.
    His eyes were focused on her breasts. Her nipples peaked and hardened under his glance, wanting to be touched. Her breathing shallowed, and still the man did nothing but stare at her.
    “Finn.” His name was almost a whisper on her lips; she couldn’t manage much more than that. “Don’t just stare at me. Please. Can you—” What was she thinking? Was she really going to ask him to touch her?
    He took a foot in each hand, raised her feet and put her heels on the counter. The undertaking spread her legs. Cool air passed over her heated dampness. He stared between her legs, his tongue moistening his lips. It was innocent, but so suggestive. Marissa put her hands behind his head and fought the urge to give it the tiniest pull forward. Lord, she wanted this man so much. Wanted to feel him on her, around her, in her.
    Finn traced his fingers from her heel, up her calf, under her knee, around and on the inside of her thigh, his movements slow, deliberate, gentle. Deep within, Marissa’s muscles flexed in response. His fingers stopped at her folds, pressed down, then drew her open.
    At the burst of coolness on her inner folds and wet center, a gasp ripped from her lungs and her head flew back, tapping the cabinet behind her.
    Finn lowered his head, his breath warm on the same areas that had just cooled. She held her breath, waiting, wanting, knowing, and yet knowing nothing at all.

Chapter 22
    H er face was flushed as her hands applied the tiniest pressure behind his head, pressing him closer to the place he wanted to be. Her skin was cool, and there were goosebumps on her flesh as he traced the contours of her legs, her thighs, until finally reaching her dark, rose-colored folds. He touched the fleshiness, enjoying the way she contracted under his touch, and spread her open, juices evident at her entrance.
    He breathed her in, savoring the scent of her, the essence of this human female, this woman. He bent his head closer and closer, going slowly, giving her a chance to push him away, the whole time absorbing her scent and wondering if her taste matched it.
    When she didn’t push him away, driven to distraction by his shaft pulsing a primal beat, he lowered his head, touching the tip of his tongue to the tiny button he’d exposed. Beneath his fingertips, her flesh quivered, her legs opening wider.
    Wondering what would please her, he covered her clit with his mouth and sucked gently, basing his rhythm and pressure on her reactions.
    He released her clit and ran his tongue downward, allowing it to slip inside the slightest bit on the return journey.
    “I can’t believe this.” Her voice was sex-rough, a tortured whisper.
    He raised his head, her essence on his tongue. “Shall I stop?”
    “Oh, god, no. It’s just... this isn’t who I am. Is it?” She ran her fingers over her face, through her hair. “I barely know you.”
    “I feel like I’ve always known you. And yet—”
    “I know. I know.” Her breathing was rapid, hasty. “It’s the same for me. But still—”
    Wracked by confusion, still tasting her, Finn came to a decision that his throbbing member protested against. The Asazi part of his brain had ceased to exist. It was his lust and his emotions that ruled now. And then suddenly, something defeated the Asazi part that wasn’t working and even defeated the lust that threatened to overtake him. He shifted away, put his