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wickedly licked her cum from his digits, savoring her unique flavor.
    “I’ve never climaxed quite like that,” Emily said in a soft tone. The moment the words were out he saw some of her barriers come back into place. He knew then she’d not thought about her comment, it had merely slipped out.
    He hated the distance he now found between them. Fin stood. After wrapping an arm around her he then held her close to him.
    “That’s how it’s always supposed to be,” he whispered against her ear. “It’s just fucking if you don’t open yourself to your partner. Don’t get me wrong, fucking has its place. I’m really rather fond of it. But making love, that’s something far more special and precious. It’s only possible between people who can trust each other, who don’t need secrets or walls.”
    Again she stiffened, though this time Fin knew it was in denial and rejection. He held her, regardless.
    “I need my secrets, and I’ve never had anyone to trust.”
    “I’m not asking you to bare your soul right now,” he insisted, faintly amused. “I’ve got far more pressing things on my mind. But what we have between us, this hunger, desire, need—whatever label you put upon it—it’s special, Em. This isn’t something that comes along too often. You have me now, and you can trust me. I swear. I’m hoping in time you’ll choose to share all your secrets with me. But for now, I’d be happy if you share your body and heart.”
    She lifted her head back and they gazed at each other. The barriers weren’t gone, but they’d been replaced by a wary curiosity. When she smiled it wasn’t the carefree, youthful expression she’d worn earlier, but it was a good start.
    “You’re frightfully overdressed right now,” she teased him. He smiled. Her shirt, which only covered her arms, and the lacy bra were the only items she wore. He still had everything on. Fin let Emily help strip him and in moments they were both completely naked.
    “Since you searched me earlier, you know I don’t have condoms,” Emily prodded him, kissing him and giving him a small shove.
    “Bathroom,” he muttered, his brain foggy. Naked, fiercely erect and half out of his mind with lust he looked up, faintly surprised to find they were both still in his living room. “Condoms,” he reminded himself, and stalked from the room to get some.
     
    Emily could hear a cabinet open then almost immediately close, followed by the crinkle of foil. She drew in a lungful of air, not at all certain she was doing the smartest thing possible. Fin touched something deep inside her—some secret, hidden part she’d never known had been so raw and lonely.
    The temptation to trust him, to join him in every way was powerful. She wanted him more than she’d ever desired another human being. If she left right now, she didn’t think her heart would ever recover from being so shattered.
    Yet she knew staying and opening herself further to this man could be dangerous, catastrophic even.
    A part of her didn’t care.
    He strode back into the room and logic fled once again. Tall and lanky, his body was athletic and sensual. With his hair mussed, his lips full and flushed darkly red from his earlier ministrations and his blue gaze sparkling, he looked like a fallen angel freshly roused from a tempestuous frolic in the sack.
    His cock, now covered by a thin sheath of latex, sprang up from his body, thick, long and hard. The tip was a dark red, clearly begging for relief. She’d wanted to taste him, lick the pre-cum from his tip and see how far she could swallow down around him.
    Next time, she promised herself.
    Fin moved to embrace her but she held out her hands.
    “No, the couch,” she indicated. “I want to ride you, so this time I can see your face when we both climax.”
    His grin was full of boyish charm, an innocence she hadn’t expected and that pierced her heart. He’d spoken of them opening up to each other, but it was so alien to everything