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Finn had a spicier, muskier undertone now. A scent that hit her on a visceral level. Intensely male. A scent that signaled arousal. Desire.
“Better?” he whispered, and when she nodded, the arms around her fell away. But his fingers lingered, stroking her forearms, raising all the hairs on the back of them, shivers chasing everywhere. Then his hands moved to her waist, settling for a moment.
“I want to touch you.”
She nodded again. Yes, she wanted it too, more of that gentle, calming touch.
His hands moved against her sides, thumbs caressing her skin, easing higher.
Higher.
Okay, not so calming now. Anna began to tremble. Her breasts felt unbearably sensitive, and when his thumbs gently stroked the soft undersides of them, she couldn’t stop the soft gasp of shock that broke from her, the sensation dizzying.
“Finn…” A ragged little whisper. “I-I’m not ready for this…”
“It’s okay.” She felt his head turn and then, shockingly, the brush of something soft against the side of her neck. His mouth. “Breathe.”
The breath rushed in, and as her chest rose, his hands slid up, covering her breasts.
A cry broke from her, sensation flooding through her like a wave. Too much. Too intense. “No! Ah, God, Finn.” She tried to pull away, tried to remember that word she was supposed to say. “C-Clive!”
Instantly he stopped, his hands falling away.
And she was left standing there, a cold wind at her back, the warm shelter of his arms gone. Trembling.
He’d never hated the sound of his middle name more. But safe words were safe words, and he’d never break her trust like that.
She stood with her back to him, short haircut exposing the vulnerable nape of her neck. Small and delicate. Pale and perfectly formed. She hugged herself as if cold.
He wanted to take her in his arms again, but clearly that was going to be a bad idea. Already he’d gone too fast for her.
“Do you want to stop?” He had to force himself to speak, so close to the edge he could barely manage it. “Because we can.”
Christ, he was so hard. His cock ached. Everything ached. He could still feel her skin beneath his fingers, like the memory of it had soaked into his hands. So silky and soft and warm. The weight of her small, perfect breasts. Hard little nipples pressing into his palms. Better than any of his fantasies.
He curled his fingers into fists, as if to keep the memory of the feel of her inside.
“I don’t know.” She kept her back to him. “I thought I was ready. I thought I could do it.”
“You can do it.” Because she could. He knew how strong she was. When she set her mind to something, she could do anything. “What was it that scared you?”
“I’m…I’m not sure. It was just too much.”
He stared at her back, wanting to trace the bones of her spine with his fingers, run them along the silky warmth of her skin. All his instincts were telling him to touch, to push, and he had to take a long, slow breath to get them straight in his head. Taking his time the way he had to do when reading his scripts.
He didn’t want to scare her or push that fear purely to gratify himself. But sometimes fear had to be challenged. Sometimes it was a blind, instinctive response, a barrier that had to be pushed through.
Finn took a step toward her, moving closer. Close but not touching. Letting her feel his heat. Tension stiffened her posture as she sensed him, her head lifting like a deer sensing the presence of a predator.
“It’s me, Anna,” he said softly, grounding her in reality, not what was going on in her head. “You know that, right? You know I would never hurt you.”
“I know.” Her voice sounded subdued.
“So don’t think about anything else. Don’t think about anyone else. Think only about me.”
And he lifted his hands again, pressing his thumbs into the tight muscles of her shoulders, massaging lightly. He felt her shiver under his hands, the stiffness relaxing a little as he
“Better?” he whispered, and when she nodded, the arms around her fell away. But his fingers lingered, stroking her forearms, raising all the hairs on the back of them, shivers chasing everywhere. Then his hands moved to her waist, settling for a moment.
“I want to touch you.”
She nodded again. Yes, she wanted it too, more of that gentle, calming touch.
His hands moved against her sides, thumbs caressing her skin, easing higher.
Higher.
Okay, not so calming now. Anna began to tremble. Her breasts felt unbearably sensitive, and when his thumbs gently stroked the soft undersides of them, she couldn’t stop the soft gasp of shock that broke from her, the sensation dizzying.
“Finn…” A ragged little whisper. “I-I’m not ready for this…”
“It’s okay.” She felt his head turn and then, shockingly, the brush of something soft against the side of her neck. His mouth. “Breathe.”
The breath rushed in, and as her chest rose, his hands slid up, covering her breasts.
A cry broke from her, sensation flooding through her like a wave. Too much. Too intense. “No! Ah, God, Finn.” She tried to pull away, tried to remember that word she was supposed to say. “C-Clive!”
Instantly he stopped, his hands falling away.
And she was left standing there, a cold wind at her back, the warm shelter of his arms gone. Trembling.
He’d never hated the sound of his middle name more. But safe words were safe words, and he’d never break her trust like that.
She stood with her back to him, short haircut exposing the vulnerable nape of her neck. Small and delicate. Pale and perfectly formed. She hugged herself as if cold.
He wanted to take her in his arms again, but clearly that was going to be a bad idea. Already he’d gone too fast for her.
“Do you want to stop?” He had to force himself to speak, so close to the edge he could barely manage it. “Because we can.”
Christ, he was so hard. His cock ached. Everything ached. He could still feel her skin beneath his fingers, like the memory of it had soaked into his hands. So silky and soft and warm. The weight of her small, perfect breasts. Hard little nipples pressing into his palms. Better than any of his fantasies.
He curled his fingers into fists, as if to keep the memory of the feel of her inside.
“I don’t know.” She kept her back to him. “I thought I was ready. I thought I could do it.”
“You can do it.” Because she could. He knew how strong she was. When she set her mind to something, she could do anything. “What was it that scared you?”
“I’m…I’m not sure. It was just too much.”
He stared at her back, wanting to trace the bones of her spine with his fingers, run them along the silky warmth of her skin. All his instincts were telling him to touch, to push, and he had to take a long, slow breath to get them straight in his head. Taking his time the way he had to do when reading his scripts.
He didn’t want to scare her or push that fear purely to gratify himself. But sometimes fear had to be challenged. Sometimes it was a blind, instinctive response, a barrier that had to be pushed through.
Finn took a step toward her, moving closer. Close but not touching. Letting her feel his heat. Tension stiffened her posture as she sensed him, her head lifting like a deer sensing the presence of a predator.
“It’s me, Anna,” he said softly, grounding her in reality, not what was going on in her head. “You know that, right? You know I would never hurt you.”
“I know.” Her voice sounded subdued.
“So don’t think about anything else. Don’t think about anyone else. Think only about me.”
And he lifted his hands again, pressing his thumbs into the tight muscles of her shoulders, massaging lightly. He felt her shiver under his hands, the stiffness relaxing a little as he
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