The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 226

Chapter 226: WET FOR HIM

Abigail

I shrieked, scrambling away from the bench, heart leaping into my throat, my body ready to fight, but the arm caught my waist and kept me pinned on the bench.

A deep familiar chuckle filled my ears and then I caught that manly woody scent and my shoulders dropped. The tension melted away as I leaned back into him.

"Finnegan, seriously?" I groaned, swatting his arm. "What the hell were you thinking?"

"That you looked very ethereal in that dress, sitting alone in the corner, like some woodland nymph tempting men." He replied, settling on the bench next to me and drawing me deeper into the shadowed corner.

"Seems like I’ve succeeded," I chuckled as his arms wrapped around me from behind.

One hand rested on my waist, the other gently tilted my chin so I could look up at him. His emerald eyes were dark with concern and that intense look that always made my knees weak.

"Are you okay?" His thumb brushed over my cheekbones. "I saw you leave. I hated every second that I couldn’t follow you."

My heart did that crazy stunt thing against my chest, hitting hard against my ribcage as the realization sank even further.

In love with him. I was in love with him. How could I not be? How could any woman not be?

"Abigail?"

I blinked rapidly, my cheeks heating up, turning scarlet. "I’m fine. Just... needed a minute."

He turned me in his arms, drawing me closer until our bodies pressed together. His hands skimmed down my sides, parting the slit on my thighs.

"I’m sorry," he murmured, his forehead resting against mine. "I hate that you have to see that. I hate that I can’t pull you into my arms in front of everyone and show them who I belong to."

"It’s okay, Finn, I know why you’re holding back."

He cupped my face, his eyes gazing earnestly at me. "You’re my peace, Abigail. I almost lost my shit in there, you know?"

"But seeing you always reminds me what I’m fighting for. The future that I’m fighting for. A future with you."

His words wrapped around my heart like a warm embrace. I felt fuzzy, light-headed, the jealousy fading away slowly.

"I was getting a bit jealous," I admitted softly, half-joking, half-serious. "Watching her touch you like that..."

Finnegan’s eyes darkened. "You have nothing to be jealous about, you know that, right?"

"I do," I beamed up at him.

"The person I belong to is you. Only you. She can play her games for the cameras, but at the end of it all, I’m coming home to you. It’s your name I whisper, your heart I’m fighting for. I am yours, baby girl, from the night you yelled that the bathroom was occupied."

I melted like fucking pudding. Tilting my head up, I whispered against his lips. "You’re ridiculous."

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