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)
“Finn, it’s beautiful. Wes did all of this?”
With a smile, he unbuckled my seatbelt and helped me out of the car. “I’m going to safely say someone helped him. I couldn’t have your first camping experience be a bad one.”
I stepped out of his car and wrapped my arms around my body, the cold air sending shivers down my spine.
Finn frowned and rushed over to me. “Damn, you’re cold.”
The second his arms wrapped around my body, I warmed up. “Not when I’m in your arms.” His eyes pierced mine, and I fought to keep the tears away. “Make love to me, Finn. Please.”
He leaned in and gently brushed his lips over mine. “Rory, please tell me what has you so upset. What happened with your father?”
Closing my eyes, I shook my head. “None of that matters. The only thing that matters is us. Together right now.”
Before I knew what was happening, I was in Finn’s arms as he carried me to the tent. He gently set me down while he unzipped the door. We slipped in, and I gaped at the sight before me. “This is like a room! A beautiful magical room!” I said as I took everything in. Twinkle lights ran along each side of the tent from one end to the other, creating one of the most beautiful effects I’d ever seen. Rose petals covered a blow-up mattress that was on the opposite side of the giant tent. A small stove contained a fire that heated the tent to the perfect temperature.
Finn walked up to the stove and checked the fire. “I’m going to owe Wes big-time.”
I forced a smile and tried not to think about how these were the last hours we’d ever be spending together.
“It’s all so beautiful. If this is what camping is like, sign me up!”
Finn walked over to me and cupped my face. “There’s that laugh I love so much.
Needing to snap out of my state, I gave him a sincere smile. “I want you.”
His eyes searched my face. “Your dress.”
“I don’t care about it. The only thing I care about is you. Forever.”
The feeling of his lips on mine sent a jolt of lighting through my body, instantly filling me with his love. My arms wrapped around his neck, deepening the kiss. The low growl from the back of his throat fueled my desire. I wanted to rip his jacket off, but I also wanted to savor every single second of this.
His hand wrapped around my back and he slowly unzipped my dress. Drawing back from my lips, he whispered, “You’re so beautiful, Éan. I couldn’t pull my eyes off you tonight.”
I dropped my head back as his lips moved softly over my neck. I pushed everything from my mind. The only thing that mattered was this moment. Finn loving me like only he could.
I jumped when his hands gently touched my shoulders. “Look at me, baby.”
My head lifted and our eyes met. He pushed the dress from my shoulders, and it pooled at my feet. The left side of his mouth rose in a smile as he slowly shook his head. “No bra, Ms. Adams?”
Feeling the heat in my cheeks, I sheepishly grinned. His lips were back on my skin while his hands explored my body. The fire inside of me was building with each kiss. Every touch.
“Finn,” I whispered when he cupped my breasts and took one nipple into his warm mouth. He was the only one who would ever be able to take me to a dreamland I never wanted to leave.
Dropping to his knees, he ran his finger lightly along my red lace panties. “You’re so perfect. Beautiful in every single way.”
My hands came up and ran over my breasts. There was something Finn brought out in me that made me feel like I was the sexiest woman alive.
“Watching you touch yourself drives me crazy.”
Dropping my head, I smiled. “The feeling’s mutual.”
Goosebumps raced across my skin as he slowly lowered my panties. Taking my hand, he held it while I stepped out of my panties and they fell along with the red dress onto the floor. He took me in with greedy eyes.
“Fucking perfect.”
My heart raced as he took my heels off and gently set them to the side before standing. With a smile, I reached my hands out and pushed his jacket off his shoulders.
“It’s my turn to undress you.”
Winking, he replied, “Be my guest.”
I tried desperately to keep my hands from shaking while I unbuttoned his dress shirt. My biggest fear was not pleasing him as much as he pleased me.
“You’re not going fast enough,” he whispered as he unbuckled his belt and pushed his dress pants down. He kicked them off to the side, and I watched as he took himself in his hand and stroked ever so slowly. The pull in my lower stomach was so intense I was positive I would come with one touch.