Chapter 9
Hannah’s POV
I couldn’t breathe. Finn’s weight pressed me into the mattress, his
body hovering over mine like a predator about to strike. His kiss
wasn’t gentle–it was a statement, a challenge, a demand. The
pressure of his lips against mine sent shockwaves through my entire
body, my skin tingling with unexpected sensitivity.
“Still think I’m gay?” he growled against my mouth, his words
vibrating against my lips.
Heat rushed to my face–partly from embarrassment, partly from the
intensity of his touch. I regretted my thoughtless question
immediately. How could I have so easily believed rumors about a man
I barely knew? The tension in his jaw and the tightness of his grip
told me he was genuinely offended, perhaps even hurt beneath that
anger.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I shouldn’t have
said that. I shouldn’t have listened to gossip.”
His only response was to deepen the kiss, his body pressing more
firmly against mine. I could feel every hard plane of his chest, every
tense muscle. He was definitely angry, and I had no idea what that
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meant for what was about to happen. My heart raced with a mixture
of fear and something else—something I wasn’t ready to name.
I’d heard whispers from girlfriends about the first time–how it would
hurt, how there would be blood. If Finn was this rough just kissing
me, how much more painful would the rest be? I tensed beneath him,
bracing myself for what might come next, wondering if I’d made a
terrible mistake.
But as his lips moved against mine, my body began to soften. His kiss changed–less angry, more slow. My fears faded as warmth spread
through me. I melted into the mattress, my muscles going slack one
by one.
I had to admit, Finn knew how to use his mouth. His lips were firm
but not too hard, his tongue teasing in just the right way. My hands
found their way to his chest, feeling the heat of his skin. His heart
beat fast under my touch, just like mine.
A small sound slipped from my throat as he bit my lip gently. The tiny
pain sent a rush of heat between my legs. I shifted beneath him,
shocked to feel myself getting wet already. He hadn’t even touched
me there yet, but my body was ready, eager in a way that surprised
want him to stop.
Even in this intimate position, his dark sunglasses remained firmly in
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place. The hard frame pressed against my cheek as his mouth moved
from my lips to my neck, his kisses growing more aggressive. His
teeth grazed my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
“God,” I gasped, the word escaping before I could stop it.
I gasped as his hand cupped my breast through the revealing
nightgown Victoria had provided–black lace with strategic openings
that left nothing to the imagination. The cups barely contained my
breasts, and there were deliberate slits and openings at my most
intimate areas. The feel of his calloused fingers against my sensitive
skin made me arch involuntarily.
“Be still,” Finn commanded, his voice low and rough against my ear.
His hot breath made the tiny hairs on my neck stand on end.
“I can’t,” I whispered, my body responding to his touch with a will of
its own. “You’re making it impossible.”
A ghost of a smile touched his lips. “Try harder.”
His hands explored my body with a combination of roughness and
surprising precision. Without sight to guide him, his fingers traveled along my skin with deliberate intent. He traced the curve of my neck, the hollow of my collarbone, and moved downward, his fingers slipping easily beneath the loose lace to find my bare breast. My
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nipple hardened instantly at his touch, drawing a satisfied grunt from him.
“So responsive,” he said, his voice thick with desire.
The weight of his body shifted as he lowered his head, replacing his fingers with his mouth. The wet heat of his tongue against my sensitive flesh made me cry out. My body responded to his touch with an intensity that shocked me–every nerve ending seemed to come alive, sending waves of pleasure radiating outward.
“Your skin tastes sweet,” he murmured against my breast, the
vibration of his voice adding another layer of sensation.
“Finn,” I breathed, my hands finding their way to his shoulders,
feeling the hard muscle beneath his skin.
His hand traveled lower, sliding between my thighs where the
nightgown conveniently opened. My hips bucked involuntarily as his
fingers found my wet center, exploring with skilled precision. The
dual sensation of his mouth on my breast and his fingers between my
legs was overwhelming.
“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, his voice husky.
“I–I don’t know,” I admitted, my voice breaking as his fingers moved
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in a particularly sensitive spot. “That. Yes, that.”
“So eager, hmm?” he whispered, his voice dropping an octave. His
fingers continued their exploration, sliding inside me with deliberate
slowness. “You’re so tight,” he observed, a note of confusion in his
voice.
I tensed at his words, my body clenching around his fingers. He
paused, his head lifting from my breast.
“Lancaster,” he said slowly, “have you done this before?”
I couldn’t find my voice, my throat tight with embarrassment. My
silence was answer enough.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “You’re a virgin.”
He withdrew his fingers, pushing himself up on his arms to hover
above me. Even through the dark glasses, I could feel the intensity of
his focus.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he demanded, his voice taut with an
emotion I couldn’t identify.
“Would it have mattered?” I asked, suddenly feeling exposed in a way
that had nothing to do with my revealing nightgown.
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“Of course it matters,” he said sharply. “Is this really how you want
your first time to be? As part of a business transaction?”
His words stung, but I recognized the truth in them. I reached up,
placing my palm against his cheek. To my surprise, he didn’t pull
away.
“It started as that,” I admitted. “But right now, I just want you.”
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