Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 118693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 593(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 593(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
Laughing, I kissed her on the forehead.
Soon, Rory and I were walking hand and hand through the lighted trellis. She talked about Flash, how the case she was working on kept getting delayed, and how much fun it would be to go ice skating. I made a mental note to take her ice skating this winter at Frog Pond.
When we reached the end of the trellis, we stopped and faced each other. Her eyes were dancing with desire.
“Finn,” she whispered as I drew her body against mine and kissed her.
“Get a hotel!” some kids yelled as we both laughed.
I lifted my brows. “That sounds like a good idea.”
She tilted her head and gave me a questioning look. “A hotel?”
Nodding, I took her hand and headed toward a taxi.
“Finn! Where are we going?”
“I have to be inside you. Now.”
Twenty minutes later I was opening the door to the hotel room and pulling her in. It was like we couldn’t move fast enough. Our hunger for each other was growing each time we were together. Which was every chance we got.
Rory took her jacket off while I pulled my sweater and the shirt I had under it over my head and tossed them to the floor.
I watched as she stripped herself completely naked.
“Fucking hell, I want you.”
“Then take me, Finn. I’m yours.”
I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around my body. My hard dick pressed against her entrance, and it was then I remembered I didn’t have any condoms.
“Shit. I don’t have any condoms.”
Her fingers laced through my hair. “Do you have to wear one?”
My eyes widened in shock. “You want to make love with no protection?”
“I’m on the pill.”
I stared at her in stunned silence.
“It’s okay, if you’re not comfortable with it.”
I smiled. “Do you have any idea how desperately I want to make love to you without a fucking condom separating us?”
A small grin tugged at her lips. “You’re not angry I suggested it?”
I grabbed her hands and pushed them over her head against the wall.
“I could never be angry about that, Rory. You mean everything to me, and for you to want this to? I feel something for you I’ve never felt for anyone before.”
As a tear slipped out and rolled down the side of her face, she said, “I believe that feeling is love.”
I searched her eyes as I slowly pushed inside of her and said, “I believe you’re right, Éan. It’s love.”
I made love to her against the wall, then carried her to the bed, laid her on it, and made love to her again, pouring everything I had, everything I felt, into her.
My body was craving to touch Rory as we texted back and forth. Tonight was my last night on shift and then I’d be off for the entire weekend. She didn’t know about the camping trip I had planned for after the ball on Friday. I was tempted to tell her, but I kind of liked how she kept trying to guess.
Rory: So you won’t even give me a hint?
Me: No. Stop asking.
Rory: What if I promise you things?
That got my attention.
Me: What kind of things?
Rory: Are you busy?
Me: Never too busy for you…
My phone rang less than thirty seconds later.
“Hey,” I softly spoke into the phone. I had been standing outside of the firehouse enjoying the crisp fall evening.
“I miss you,” she whispered.
My chest squeezed. “Fuck I miss you.”
“Do you want to hear about my dress for the gala?”
The firefighters’ gala had been held for over 130 years. It had always been a big deal for my mother and sister. My brothers and I, on the other hand, could not have cared less. This year, though, I was on pins and needles for some reason. Maybe knowing I’d be in the same room with both Rory and her father had something to do with it. Plus, the idea of dressing up for an entire evening was not my idea of fun. The last six years I had volunteered to work so others could go. “I thought you were going to tell me about it only if I told you about our weekend plans.”
“Then I would be teasing you…and it wouldn’t be very nice of me to tease you.”
There was no doubt I could hear the smile in her voice. “I’m a big boy—I think I can handle a bit of teasing.”
“Okay…if you insist. Well, for starters, I’d make you sit while I slowly took off my red dress—did I mention my dress was red?”
My heart pounded in my chest. “I believe you’ve mentioned it was red.”
“Hmm, what about my lingerie? Have I mentioned anything about that yet?”
Swallowing hard, I shook my head. “That it was red as well, but that’s it.”
Her silence had me anticipating her response. “Truth be told, I haven’t decided if I’m going to wear any or not.”