He moved over the top of me, his body glistening as the moonlight brushed through the window behind us.
I reached up and ran my hands over his beautiful chest and shoulders before pulling him down and tracing the ropes of taunt muscles in his back.
Finn lifted to his elbows and pressed back inside of me as he brushed my hair away from my face. He pressed soft kisses along my face as he made love to me slow and deep. The smell of our lust rushed up and wrapped around me, and I groaned and moved my legs up, wrapping them around his narrow waist and brushing my heels across his ass and lower back.
"I'm falling in love with you, Chloe. Tell me to stop. Please." He kissed me sensually, and I clung to him. The lust mixed with the concern in his voice was the perfect rendition of the same warring emotions inside of me.
"No, please don't stop." I sounded needy because I was. My fingers moved from his back to slide over the sharp swell of his ass as he thrusted over and over again. I scratched his taunt skin and licked at his neck, sucking softly and then pressing my teeth into him.
"I'm gonna come if you keep that shit up," he panted and rocked against me harder.
"Come. I want to bring you over the edge." I tightened my legs around him, and forced him to look at me as he lost his rhythm and pumped into my body with fervor.
He closed his eyes and lifted his chin as he locked in place above me, crying out loudly.
I took control of our sex and worked him as best I could from beneath him, needing to watch him come undone. He cried out again, and I came from the intense pressure and deliciously hot sound of him taking what he needed from me.
He pressed his lips to the side of my neck, and slid his hands between me and the bed, cupping my ass and continuing to work me until I was limp with exhaustion.
"So good, baby. So insanely good." He pressed his lips to my ear to whisper his praises before tucking his face against my neck again and collapsing.
We laid there for a few minutes with him resting against me. I ran my fingers through his wet hair and over his back. I couldn't help but kiss the side of his face a zillion times with the message that our love making sealed the deal for me. I was lost to him, and too scared to say anything about it. I hoped that my actions would scream loud like his words had.
How ballsy and brave of him to tell me that he was falling in love with me. He was my perfect match. The man I'd dreamt up. The one with good looks, yes, but more so, the one that had his own dreams and yet would still support mine.
Jessie had been right all along. I was going to fall in love in Aspen and never come back.
With the stark realization that my future wasn't in California, everything shifted.
I stiffened as tears burned my eyes, the emotions buzzing through me almost too much.
Finn lifted his face, and kissed the side of my mouth, his eyes seeking answers to my sudden change in disposition.
"You okay?" He ran his fingers through my hair and shifted off of me, turning to sit up and then moving back down beside me. I pulled me against him as he lay on his side and me still on my back.
"Yeah. I'm way better than okay." I turned my head to watch him.
"You sure? You look like you’re over thinking this." His eyebrow lifted and I reached up, running my finger over it a few times.
"I am, but that's just me."
"Is your thinking on the good side of things, because after that I'm not sure you should be thinking at all?" He chuckled, and ran his fingers from between my breasts down to my naval and back up again.
"It's good. All good." I rolled onto my side and wrapped my arms around him. "Tell me more about your resort you want to build. What does it look like?"
His eyes lit up, and he smiled, watching me for a moment before diving into the details. The excitement on his face filled me with a hope that I could help him build it. If things worked out between us, I could help my Dad with his clothing line, and give Finn the seed money that I'd earned. My clothing line could come later.
I'd been looking for someone to support my dreams, but now they didn't seem so important anymore. Maybe that was where I gathered my warmth. From the promise of the future. With Finn wrapped around me, I didn't need promises anymore. I had him.
Chapter 22
Finn
I woke before Chloe did the next morning. She was on her back with her hair slung across her face and the top half of her uncovered. The need to reach out and touch her rode me hard, but I kept my hands tucked under my face as I laid on my side, watching her. I hated when people did that shit to me, but I could see where they were coming from now. I couldn't help myself. So many things about her left me intrigued, and I'd only scratched the surface.
We made love again before going to sleep wrapped around each other, the second time far slower. I'd never made love to a woman like that, but after doing it, I could see why. It was like I lost a piece of myself with every thrust, every moan, every whimper she let out. She was impossibly beautiful, a treasure that I wanted to hide away from the world.
Realization dawned on me and hard emotion slammed into my chest. I rolled over and carefully got out of the bed as tears burned my eyes. My father loved my mother with a passion that made no sense to me. He'd been single for ten years out of the longing that he had for only her.
I couldn't imagine loving Chloe for the next ten years and then having to say goodbye.
Walking to the shower, I pressed my fingers to my eyes and growled. "Stop it. Idiot."
The water was hot, and felt good against my skin as I let my worries bleed out. I tucked the situation with my mom and Dad somewhere back into a corner of my heart, and figured I'd get Chloe to help me with how to talk the old fart into giving Milly a try. She was the next best thing to my mom, but convincing my Dad of that would be hard. We'd have to get manipulative, but Chloe was a woman...she could figure it out for me.
I smiled and turned the shower off, knowing she would give me lip for calling her manipulative by nature.
"Finn?" Her voice called out from the bedroom.
"I'm in here, baby. Just needed to get moving." I wrapped a towel around my waist, and walked back into the bedroom to see her curled up on her side, clutching the covers around her chest.
"You have to work today?" She sat up and ran her fingers through her hair as she kept the blanket up against her.
I leaned over and pinched the bottom of it, pulling hard as she yelped. "I wanna see you."
"Then get back in this bed. It's fucking cold." She pulled the covers up, and rolled around in the bed until she was properly wrapped up.
I crawled over her, and straddled her side with my full body as I kissed at the side of her face.
"My Dad's already grumpy about me calling in sick the other day. The cute girl I was going to spend the day with told of me." I huffed. "Around the shop we like to say that snitches get stitches."
She turned and lifted her eyebrow at me. "Oh yeah? Is that what you guys say?"
She jerked back and I fell onto the bed, only to have her crawl on top of me and run her fingers along my sides, tickling me.
I trapped her hands and rolled us back over, snuggling in between her thighs and cursing my towel and her blanket. "I'm gonna get you for that."