Page 73 of Shattered Hearts
Without warning, Finn pulls back.
Is he having regrets already? “What’s wrong?”
“Condoms.” His hands rest on my shoulders. “Just realized I don’t have any.”
Here comes the real moment of truth. I have two options. Option one, I can use Finn’s lack of contraception as an excuse to stop this crazy, sexy train before it careens off the tracks. Or option two, I can tell Finn about the IUD I got while dating Troy. What a joke that it might actually come in handy…if I decide to be dumb and greenlight Finn’s proposal to screw my brains out.
Getting involved with this man should be a hard pass.
I have the horrible feeling the consequences will be dire. They always are where the Kings are concerned.
I take the plunge anyway. “It’s okay.”
His gaze snaps to mine. “What?”
I push past him and stroll toward his den. I think I saw my suitcase stashed somewhere in there?—
“Riley.” His fingers wrap around my forearm. We haven’t made it to his den yet. We’re hovering in a large, library-esque nook. Behind us stands the tallest bookcase I’ve ever seen. “What are you talking about?”
“We don’t need condoms.” I toy with a lock of my hair. “I’m clean, and…I’ve got an IUD.”
He blinks at me, as though I’m speaking Greek.
Then his mouth is on mine so fast, I don’t have a prayer of finishing that sentence. He slams us into a narrow sliver of wall space between two of the colossal bookcases. His rough fingers dig into the waistline of my jeans and rip them down my hips.
My eyes fly open in surprise. “Finn?”
He drops to his knees, yanking my jeans the rest of the way down. Once he frees my feet, he flings the pants across the room. A violent jerk of his hand rips my underwear right off.
My core throbs. “What are you?—”
He trails hot kisses up my thigh, setting off sparklers inside me. “Hang onto something.”
I don’t know what he means until his rough palm appears behind my right knee and lifts it up onto his shoulder. Eyes widening, I reach for the nearest bookcase and brace myself.
“I’m hungry.” Finn runs his sweltering tongue over my wet seam, sending a torrent of pleasure through me that’s so intense, I forget to be self-conscious.
He slides his tongue between my folds, the heat of his breath and his scratchy beard putting me in a trance.
Oh, god.
My head falls back. With my palms pressed to the bookcases on either side of me, I brace myself as Finn laps at me with long strokes of his tongue. Then, he sucks my clit between his lips.
Pleasure pulses through me, dulling my mind like brain fever. My entire consciousness melts into a kaleidoscope of blurred sensation.
“I’ve wanted to taste this pussy fordays.” Finn squeezes my hips as he traps me within his smoldering gaze. “And it’s even sweeter than I imagined.”
A gasp escapes my mouth at his wicked admission.
With his left hand, he kneads my bare ass cheek that’s practically seated on his shoulder. With his right hand, he pushes one of his long, thick fingers inside me. I don’t cover my mouth in time to mute the moan that unfurls from my lips.
“I love those sexy little noises.” He lets out a dark laugh before sucking my clit back into his mouth.
“Shit.” My voice is a shaky whisper.
White-hot lust grabs me in a chokehold while Finn pumps his finger and suckles me, squeezing my ass like he never wants to let go.
The bliss spiraling through my body spikes and heightens.