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And while I’m not inexperienced, this is new to me. With all my previous boyfriends and bed partners, none have ever put their mouth to my most private area. I’ve obviously had a theoretical understanding of the potential pleasure and I very much know what skilled fingers can do down there, but the warmth and wetness and focused pressure to my clit by this sexy man is not something I’m ever going to recover from.

From this moment forward, I won’t be the same.

“Finn,” I cry out as my hands find his hair. My legs instinctually try to close. He wedges his shoulders, forces my legs open and works me with his tongue in a dance that moves from slow to fast to slow again.

It’s maddening and I want it to go on forever, but I want it to stop as well because it’s so overwhelming.

And then he’s doing something with his mouth that I don’t have a name for, but really, why should I even try?

The orgasm comes without warning. It moves through me from a place inside so deep, I don’t recognize it.

“Finn,” I gasp, sucking in a lungful of oxygen as my entire body explodes in a firestorm of release that has me nearly blacking out.

He makes a low sound against me, half laughter and half future promise, and the vibration of it sends a second orgasm on the heels of the first one still rumbling through. Just as powerful, just as devastating.

Finn gives me one last long stroke of his tongue, and I swear my toes curl to the point of almost cramping and my hips gyrate to ride the continuing wave.

Angling his head, Finn presses a gentle kiss on the inside of one thigh, then tips it the other way to repeat the gesture. It’s so beautifully soothing, tears prick at my eyes.

Then he lifts his body, grazing his lips across my hip, across the curve of my belly, up between my breasts before he kisses me. I taste myself on his tongue and it’s the most intimate thing I’ve ever experienced.

I wrap my arms around his neck and hold him there.

After a long time, he lifts his mouth and rolls beside me, his arm still under my shoulders. I shift toward him, bury my face in his neck, and he sighs in contentment.

Now that… that right there is the most intimate thing I’ve ever experienced.

“Finn…”

“Mmm?”

“I think I should probably apologize for that.”

He lifts his head and glances down at me, forcing me to make eye contact. His brows are furrowed in confusion. “Apologize for what?”

“I don’t know. The hand. The order of things. That’s not usually the… well, order of things.”

“That ship has sailed, Josie,” he says, his tone gently teasing. “It was fucking incredible and we both know it.”

“But… we didn’t have sex,” I point out. “I mean… like sex sex.”

“A problem I’m going to rectify as soon as I have a minute to recharge.”

“Oh,” I say in surprise, my eyes falling away.

His fingers come to my chin, forcing me to look at him. “What? Did you think this was a one-and-done thing? I’m only just getting started with you, sweet girl.”

“Oh,” I say again lamely. “I mean… yeah, okay. That’s good.” Finn chuckles, places a kiss to my forehead. “Should I get us water or something?”

He laughs again and pulls me harder against him. “Not going to take that long, Josie.”

CHAPTER 11

Finn

The music is on low, playing some old outlaw country that I remember my mom listening to when I was younger. I’m at the stove in my boxer briefs, scrambling eggs and trying to decide what I’m going to say to Josie when she comes down the stairs.

I rolled out of bed half an hour ago, and it was an exercise in pure willpower to leave her. She was spooned against me, naked and warm and apparently the three times we fucked last night wasn’t enough for me. I wanted nothing more than to put my hand between her legs and tease her awake. I wanted it bad and I learned enough about Josie’s appetites last night to know she’d want it too, but alas, we really do need to talk.