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"I didn't have a place." She
licked at her lips and swallowed. "But I do now."

Dinner was ready, but all I could think
about was tasting her. I wanted her to find not only warmth, but pleasure
beyond anything she could imagine with me.

I pushed at the blankets around her and
ran my hands down the column of her neck before leaning in for another kiss.

She groaned and slipped her cold hands
under my layers of clothes, her fingers freezing, but silky soft. I reached
down and pulled my shirts off, tossing them to the side. Pulling her back
against me, I cupped her perfect ass and pressed at the back of her thighs.

"What about dinner?" She pulled
back as I beckoned her to jump and wrap her legs around me.

"Fuck dinner." I gripped the
back of her neck forcefully, and pulled her back down to consume her mouth as I
moved us to the couch. Every cell in my body came alive at the thought of
seeing her come and hearing her cry out my name. I had to force myself to calm
down. I didn't want to scare the poor girl, seeing that I hoped like hell that
this would be the first night of many with us together.

I couldn't imagine a better future.

Chapter 21

Chloe

The heat in Finn's gaze left me tingling
from head to toe. I laid back on the couch and reached for him, wanting to run
my lips over his shoulders and neck, but he pushed my hands away and moved down
between my thighs. His tongue darted out to lick his lip as he unbuttoned my
jeans and smiled up at me.

"Lift up and stop being so damn
difficult."

I laughed and lifted my hips before
reaching out and running my fingers through his messy hair. He was masculine
sensuality and so damn hot. The thick muscles of his shoulders and chest were
built through hard work every day and I found myself wanting to be the soft
place he landed every night, the arms that welcomed him when he got home.

"You do have panties on, you bad
thing." He brushed his fingers over the front of my black panties and I
groaned, the sensation of being touched intimately not having belonged to me in
far too long.

"I wanted you to want to find
out." I bit at my lip and reached out, touching the side of his face as he
watched me with extreme interest.

"You missed that train, baby. I've
been wanting to find out since we met." He moved down and pressed his
mouth and nose to my sex, breathing in deeply and glancing up at me as I
stiffened. His eyes closed and he flicked his tongue over my scantily covered
mound.

"God," I groaned and pushed his
head away. "Too much."

He took my wrist in his hand and licked
along the inside of my thigh. "Not nearly enough. Relax and let me taste
you."

I was almost shaking by the time he tugged
my panties off. His fingers spayed out over my stomach as he pushed my shirts
up. I trapped his hand against me and opened my legs as he beckoned me to with
his shoulders pushing back and forth as he moved in closer.

"So beautiful," he whispered and
pressed his tongue to the center of my wetness, lapping a few times and moving
to suck my clit into his mouth.

I jerked and released his hand, moving
mine above me and latching onto the couch behind my head as moans started to
pour from my lips. His tongue was thick and deliciously wet as he dragged it
across me rhythmically. I wanted to be embarrassed by the tremors that shook
me, but I couldn't. He made me feel safe and loved before ever seeking to make
me feel good. The slight pressure of his fingers against my entrance had me
crying out.

"I want to hear my name when you
come, Chloe." He licked at me, and I glanced down at him, the seriousness
in his face shooting an arrow deep into the core of my desire.

"Yeah, anything you want. Just don't
stop." I reached down and gripped the top of his head, pulling him back
down.

The deep chuckle that left him
reverberated across my skin, and I arched my hips as he pressed two fingers
inside of me and picked up his pace. Pleasure burned in my belly, and I worked
myself against him, unable to help how badly I needed a release.

His mumbles and groans left me panting as
I drew closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

"You're close, baby. I can taste
it." He glanced up and ran his other thumb over my clit, tapping it
lightly as he continued to fuck me expertly.

The minute his mouth spread over me again,
I stiffened and screamed, his name being repeated over and over as fire burst
from the center of my stomach and rushed down my pressure points, searing me
with his promises. He continued to work me, prolonging the orgasm until I
pushed at his shoulder and scooted back.

"Shit," I growled, leaning over
and pressing my hands to my face. "That was incredible."

He sat back on his heels and smiled,
licking at his lips and cleaning his fingers, which was wickedly sexy. "I
want more."

"Me, too." I scooted forward and
wrapped him in a hug, pulling him flush against me as I pressed my lips to his
ear and licked softly. "I want all of you."

"I'm all yours, baby. Take anything
you want." He turned his face toward me, and I pulled him into a long
kiss, enjoying the taste of my ecstasy on his lips. Dinner was cold by then,
but I couldn't seem to care.

"Make love to me." I moved back
and slid my hands down the thick swell of his erection, squeezing softly as I
looked up at him. "Now."

"Yeah," he muttered breathlessly
and leaned in, kissing me as he worked to get his pants undone. He stood and
pulled his jeans over his ass, leaving him standing there bare and beyond sexy
with the fire glowing behind him.

I reached up and stroked his cock, the
thickness of it a little concerning. I'd never been with a man his size, but I
figured he would go easy if I asked him to. I moved up to taste him, but he stopped
me.

"No. Soon, but not now. I want to
feel you, Chloe." He reached for my hand and pulled me up, squeezing my
ass and rubbing as his lips brushed over my neck. "Let me get a condom
real quick."

I moved back and worked to get my shirt
off as he disappeared into the bedroom. I couldn't help but to steal a long
stare at his ass. He was a work of art – the most beautiful man I'd ever seen.
Why he would want me was beyond figuring out, but I wasn't going to question
it.

Turning, I reached behind me and released
my bra, letting it drop as he walked back out.

He stopped at the door and took a shallow
breath as his eyes drug across me.

"Damn, woman. So much better than I
even imagined you to be." He moved toward me and handed me the condom
before moving down and pressing kisses all around my breasts. He pulled them
together and licked at my nipples in tandem as he growled over and over.

"Mine," he murmured and stood up
as I panted. "Give me that."

Finn plucked the package from my hands and
rolled the condom on as he nodded to the fire place. "Go stand by the
empty wall and slide your hands up above your head."

I walked to the wall and slid my hands up
the slick wooden surface, arching my back a little and glancing back over my
shoulder at him. "Like this?"

He glanced up and shook his head.
"You're going to be the death of me."

"I plan to." I arched harder
when he reached me and ran his hands over my ass, up my back, and around to my
front before latching onto my breasts and massaging softly. He rubbed himself
against me, and I whimpered again, needing him to take me hard and fast. Love
making could come later. I hadn't been fucked in far too long and was just now
realizing it.

"Tell me if you need me to slow down
or if I'm hurting you, Chloe." He removed one of his hands from my chest
and moved back as I pushed against the thick press of his cock.

"Stop talking and start fucking
me." I groaned as he pushed forward, opening me up and working his way
into where he belonged, deep inside me.

"So damn tight, baby. Don't let
me..."

I growled and pushed back, taking more of
him. "Hush."

"Yeah." His hands moved back to
take hold of my hips and he rocked against me, his speed picking up as he
grunted softly.

Pleasure rolled through me in suffocating
waves, and I sagged against the wall, breathing deep and enjoying the intense
pressure of his thickness. He leaned forward and pressed kisses to the side of
my neck as his fingers slid between the wet folds of my sex.

I arched my hips forward and jerked back
in rhythm with his deep thrusts as he softly pinched my clit.

"I want to feel you come," he
whispered against the wet skin of my neck, and as if he'd already gained
mastery over my body, it responded to his desire.

I let out a guttural cry and came hard. He
coached me through it, his words commanding and voice so deep that I lost
myself in it. His other hand moved up to cup my throat and he lifted a little
above me, hitting a spot inside of me that caused pleasure to pulsate each time
he thrusted.

"Oh my God," I groaned and
rocked against him, never wanting the moment to end.

"Come again before we go get in the
bed." He pinched my nipple and brushed his fingers back and forth over my
clit as he worked himself in and out of me hard and fast.

It didn't take long before I was crying
out again, tears filling my eyes at the intensity of emotion that flooded me
alongside the orgasm. He didn't stop until I dug my nails into the side of his
thigh and pulled forward, pressing myself to the wall as I shook.

"God, you're hot. I love how willing
your body is to take pleasure from me." He pressed himself against me, his
cock fitting perfectly between the curves of my ass. He rocked himself against me,
the slick hot skin of his chest rubbing over my back, his hips over my rear.

I reached back and gripped his head,
scratching softly as I turned to watch him out of my peripheral vision.
"You're incredible."

"You've not seen anything yet,
baby." He nipped at my lips and moved back, tugging at my hand and pulling
me toward the bedroom.

My legs shook something terrible, but with
the bedroom only a few feet away, I made it and sunk down on his bed, moving
back and awaiting his instruction.

He moved over me, his body glistening as
the moonlight brushed through the window behind us.

I reached up and ran my hands over his
beautiful chest and shoulders before pulling him down and tracing the ropes of
taunt muscles in his back.

Finn lifted to his elbows and pressed back
inside of me as he brushed my hair away from my eyes. He pressed soft kisses
along my face as he made love to me slow and deep. The smell of our lust rushed
up and wrapped around me, and I groaned and moved my legs up, wrapping them
around his narrow waist and brushing my heels across his ass and lower back.

"I'm falling in love with you, Chloe.
Tell me to stop. Please." He kissed me sensually, and I clung to him. The
lust mixed with the concern in his voice was the perfect rendition of the same
warring emotions inside of me.

"No, please don't stop." I
sounded needy because I was. My fingers moved from his back to slide over the
sharp swell of his ass as he thrusted over and over again. I scratched his taut
skin and licked at his neck, sucking softly and then pressing my teeth into
him.

"I'm
gonna
come if you keep that shit up," he panted and rocked against me harder.

"Come. I want to bring you over the
edge." I tightened my legs around him, and forced him to look at me as he
lost his rhythm and pumped into my body with fervor.

He closed his eyes and lifted his chin as
he locked in place above me, crying out loudly.

I took control of our sex and worked him
as best I could from beneath him, needing to watch him come undone. He cried
out again, and I came from the intense pressure and deliciously hot sound of
him taking what he needed from me.

He pressed his lips to the side of my neck
and slid his hands between me and the bed, cupping my ass and continuing to
work me until I was limp with exhaustion.

"So good, baby. So insanely
good." He pressed his lips to my ear to whisper his praises before tucking
his face against my neck again and collapsing.

We laid there for a few minutes with him
resting against me. I ran my fingers through his wet hair and over his back. I
couldn't help but kiss the side of his face a zillion times with the message
that our love making sealed the deal for me. I was lost to him and too scared
to say anything about it. I hoped that my actions would scream as loudly as his
words had.

How ballsy and brave of him to tell me
that he was falling in love with me. He was my perfect match. The man I'd
dreamt up. The one with good looks, yes, but more so – the one that had his own
dreams and yet would still support mine.

Jessie had been right all along. I was
going to fall in love in Aspen and never come back.

With the stark realization that my future
wasn't in California, everything shifted. I stiffened as tears burned my eyes,
the emotions buzzing through me almost too much.

Finn lifted his face, and kissed the side
of my mouth, his eyes seeking answers to my sudden change in disposition.

"You okay?" He ran his fingers
through my hair and shifted off of me, turning to sit up and then moving back
down beside me. I pulled myself against him as he lay on his side.

"Yeah. I'm way better than
okay." I turned my head to watch him.

"You sure? You look like you’re
overthinking this." His eyebrow lifted and I reached up, running my finger
over it a few times.

"I am, but that's just me."

"Is your thinking on the good side of
things? Because after that, I'm not sure you should be thinking at all."
He chuckled and ran his fingers from between my breasts, down to my navel, and
back up again.

"It's good. All good." I rolled
onto my side and wrapped my arms around him. "Tell me more about the
resort you want to build. What does it look like?"

His eyes lit up, and he smiled, watching
me for a moment before diving into the details. The excitement on his face
filled me with a hope that I could help him build it. If things worked out
between us, I could help my dad with his clothing line and give Finn the seed
money that I'd earned. My clothing line could come later.