“Stop this.” He spoke loudly over the rain.

I was blinking rapidly while I looked up at him. The rain was pelting my cheeks and it stung. I welcomed the sensation.

“Stop what? Stop moving forward?”

“No! Stop pushing me away. Packing up your things isn’t going to make me go away. I’m here Em.” He released one of my arms and placed his large hand on my chest over my heart.

Now I was pissed. Using my full body weight I shoved against him. He barely moved. I started to grumble under my breath about damn men being too big and being stronger than me. He didn’t find it amusing, he just followed behind me.

“You’re not leaving Em.”

I swung myself around pinning him with my eyes.

“You don’t have a say in what I do Finley Morgan so back the fuck off!” I yelled.

“The hell I don’t! I told you, you are mine. Every single part of you. There is no walking away from us. And there is an ‘us’!” He yelled back.

“You’re delusional!”

He barked out a short bitter laugh. “No Tiny Girl, you’re just not seeing what’s in front of you.”

Just as I was about to say something back he lunged forward, grasping the sides of my face and bringing his mouth down on mine in a crushing kiss that took my breath away. There was no polite preamble to this kiss; it was all lips and tongues. He pushed his tongue deep in my mouth and I sucked it before I pulled back and bit down on his lip. He growled at me. The cold rain was pouring down on us but it felt good on my overheated skin. Without me realizing, Finn walked me backwards until I felt hard brick at my back scratching through my shirt. He pressed his hard body against the length of me and I could feel his arousal on my stomach. My hands were tangled in his hair and I pulled it hard, bringing him even closer to me. Letting go of my face and reaching down, Finn grabbed the back of my legs by my ass and hauled me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and ground myself against him.

“Inside, now!” I said against his mouth.

The last thing I needed was the neighborhood to see what we were doing. He pulled me away from the wall and walked with me still wrapped around him. We continued to kiss as he made his way to the door. Fumbling with the handle, he got it open and walked us inside, using his foot to kick it shut behind us. My back found another wall and Finn pushed against me in the most delicious way.

Separating our lips momentarily, I reached down and lifted my shirt up over my head. He looked down at me and watched me with hooded eyes as I slid my bra straps down my shoulders and off of my arms. Using his hips he held me up so he could unclasp my bra and throw it off to the side.

“You are so beautiful.” He softly spoke.

“Stop talking Finn. I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me!” My voice was hoarse with desire.

His eyes flared, catching on to what I had just told him. Finn set me down on my feet. For a second I thought he was going to deny me, but he stopped in his tracks when I shoved my hand down the front of his pants taking hold of his erection.

“Oh shit.” He leaned forward, putting a hand up on the wall to support himself.

I was playing dirty and I knew it. Not caring at all, I stroked his cock; working it all the way to the tip and then motioning back down again. He rested his forehead on mine and I looked up through my lashes into his dark blue eyes. His pupils were dilated and hungry. He wanted me and I knew I had him. The atmosphere was filled with sexual tension; one of the only things I was willing to feel right then. My body had been amped up on Finn since he threw open the door ten minutes ago and told me I was his. As long as I was able to keep my emotions out of this I could do it. I had to do this. We’d been dancing around having sex for a long time now. If I really thought about it, it was all the way back since that night at the bar before the reunion. I wanted him then, and I wanted him now. I was done waiting.

Licking my lips, I let go of his erection and walked around him making my way to the bedroom.

“Where are you going?” He asked, sounding upset that I’d stopped what I was doing.

“Going to the bedroom. Come join me Finn.” I told him seductively.

“Wait. Em, maybe we shouldn’t do this right now. We have a lot to talk…” His words were cut short when I continued my track down the hall but peeled off my jeans and underwear.

“Not now Finn.” I called over my shoulder.

As I got to the bedroom he caught me and pressed himself against my back. Running his nose along the outside of my ear he said, “You don’t fight fair Tiny Girl.”

“Hmmm…” I shivered as his hands moved up my side and came around to cup my breasts. “I don’t want to fight at all. I just want you inside me. Now!”

He made a deep rumbling sound in his chest, spun me around and walked me towards the bed. When my legs hit the edge of it, I sat down and grabbed Finn’s still wet pants and unzipped them. As I pulled them off, his massive erection sprang free of his black boxer briefs. His cock was at eye level. I gave a wicked grin and took a hold of his erection and closed my mouth around him. Sucking him all the way in as far back in my throat as I could, I heard Finn hissed through his teeth. When I felt like I might start to gag I pulled back up, swirling my tongue around the tip of him and then went back down again. I repeated this motion until his legs started to shake and it seemed like they could no longer hold him up.

“Em you’ve got to stop or I’m going to come.” His breathing was sharp.

I let his cock go—my lips making a popping sound as I did—and gave him another sly grin.

“You’re enjoying yourself too much.” He smirked. “Scoot back on the bed.”

More than happy to oblige, I pushed myself back until I was up at the head board. Finn started to crawl up the bed towards me, his magnificent muscles working in synchronized movements. His shoulders flexed and his biceps bulged as he held himself over me.

“There’s no such thing as enjoying this too much.” I said as I reached up and ran my tongue over the stubble on his neck and chin. He was smiling.

He gently settled between my legs, placing himself right at my opening.

“God, you’re soaking wet already and I haven’t even touched you.”

“Then fucking touch me Finn.” I practically begged. My hips started to wiggle on their own accord desperately trying to get his cock in me. He reached down with his hand and I thought he was going to put his fingers inside me, but he grabbed a hold of my hip, stilling me.

“Em, listen to me.”

I was trying to squirm to get friction-any kind of friction-but he wouldn’t let me move.

“Emilyn.” He was grinning at me and the way that I wouldn’t hold still. My eyes were glassed over and I saw nothing but him. His full lips, his thickly lashed blue eyes, the dusting of a days worth of beard. It was all overwhelming and I was going to scream at him if he didn’t start fucking me right this second.

“Emilyn.” He said again. “Are you listening to me.”

“If you’re talking to me Finn, you aren’t fucking me. Now shut up and get inside me.”

He shook his head, his hair falling in his face. “You’re getting nothing until you look at me and listen.”

I was going to cry. My need was so strong and I could feel how wet I was. My clit was swollen and I knew I would more than likely come the moment he touched it.

“What?” I whimpered. “Why are you torturing me.”

He chuckled. “Why do you always think I’m torturing you?” His face turned serious. “I have to ask you if you are sure about this. I know it’s been a long time since you were with someone and I don’t want to hurt you.”

That’s why he was stopping? Oh for god sake I would put my own hand down there if he didn’t get this moving.

“You are torturing me by not giving me what I want. I want this, now!” I was a ball of pent up hormones.