I come apart.

He pulls his face away from mine, and I grip his bare, beautiful ass as I cry out his name.

When the electrical currents running through me slow down to a perfectly sweet pulsing, I open my eyes to see him watching me.

He shakes his head slowly. “Don’t be embarrassed.” His thumb rubs across my lower lip, and I open my mouth to give it a slow taste.

“Fuck,” he says, his eyes rolling slightly.

“Fuck,” I whisper.

He pulls away, grumbling as he does. “Don’t you even think about moving,” he says as he grabs his jeans, reaches in the pocket, and mumbles under his breath. Then reaches in the other side.

I pull the blanket up, and his head whips up to look at me, shaking.

“Drop it.”

I feel my eyes widen and start to do as he asks.

He starts shaking his jeans upside down like a crazed man.

“Our bags out there?” He points to the door.

“No, the band was—”

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” he groans, tossing his jeans before running one hand through his hair. He grips his erection hard and strokes up and down his length once.

“You okay?” I wonder aloud.

He lets out a frustrated groan. “No condom.”

“You’re kidding me, right?” I can’t help giggling. “A band that totes around a literal condom cannon—”

“No, no kidding.” He lets out a deep and not entirely pleased kind of laugh. He walks over and opens the drawer to the nightstand.

“Last I stayed in a hotel, they didn’t have rubbers in drawers; they had Bibles.”

“Maybe they should rethink that.” He shuts the drawer.

“They have a little store—” I begin.

“Room service, hospitality, someone around here has got to have condoms. I mean, it’s a fucking hotel.” He sits on the end of the bed and grabs the phone.

“Finn, please don’t call and ask for condoms. What if they—”

“Fine.” He hangs up the phone and gets up, walks over, grabs his jeans again, and starts to pull them on. He looks up at me as he tucks his big, beautiful cock inside his jeans. “You’ll make it bleed,” he says, walking toward me. I look at him like he’s crazy. “The lip, Sonya. Save it for me to chew on.”

He leans down, grabs the blanket, and throws it off. Then he grabs my ankles and pulls me to the edge of the bed. I plant my feet, worried he may pull me too far.

He leans over my knees then kisses me swiftly on the lips as he grips my knees and pulls them apart. He then kisses my hips before, without warning, he licks me roughly between my legs and stands.

“I need to fuck that tight, little snatch.”

“Should that offend me?” I ask because I’m not sure. Maybe it already has.

“Do you find my tongue offensive?” He winks. “The answer is no, Sonya. I will make damn sure your little snatch is well-prepared and ready before any offending happens.” He reaches down and rubs his finger up and down my slit, and I close my eyes.

“Go. Before I change my mind,” I whimper.

“None of that, understand me?”

I open my eyes and smile. “Hurry up. Understand me?”

“Absolutely.” He walks out, and I lie back, smiling.

Finn Beckett wants me, and he wants me when he’s sober. I force myself to stay, although it was much easier when he was here. I need to stop this, but I can’t. I’m stuck between a rock and Finn Beckett.

Finn Beckett, the man I thought I would become stronger when I faced him. If I could look at the man who made me believe something that wasn’t true, I would be a stronger woman and maybe be able to breathe again.

I sit up and hug my knees. I need to think, but when his scent is still lingering in the air, when I can still feel his hands on me, when I am basking in post-orgasmic bliss, I can’t.

The door opens, and I hear him walk in quickly.

He smiles and sighs when he sees me. “You didn’t move.”

I look down. “No.”

“But …?” he asks as he unbuttons quickly and pulls his shirt off then tosses it. He sits on the edge of the bed, looking at me. “We still good?”

“I think I should tell you—”

“Only thing you need to tell me is ‘wrap it, Beckett, and get in here. I want you.’ ”

I smile and nod once.

“I like it. A nod with conviction.” He tears open the condom, stands, pushes his jeans down, and then caps the head.

I watch intently, never having seen it done before in person. It’s fascinating.

His hand stops, and I look up to see he’s watching me.

“You like to watch?”

“It’s interesting,” I answer honestly when his lip curls up. “Oh, I see, you’re mocking me.”

He takes my hand, brings it to his mouth, and licks from the tip of my finger to the palm of my hand. Immediately, that heat is growing deep inside me again. Then he wraps it around his hard length and strokes up and down.

“Now you put it on me.” He lies back and puts his hands behind his head. He’s being serious.

“Oh, okay.” I try to put it on by the ring and it slips.

First, there is a snap sound like a rubber band hitting, well … Then, “Easy,” he says through gritted teeth.

“I am so sorry,” I say when I realize what I have done, and then I can’t help laughing.

“You’re kidding me, right?”

I cover my face and shake my head.

“A lesser man would be so fucking offended right now.” He sits up and grabs me, pushing me on the bed and pinning my hands above my head as he wraps himself with the other.

“You certainly are not a lesser man, Finn.” I giggle until I feel him rub his head against me. “Oh,” I whisper as I allow the sensations to come over me.

“No, Sonya, I’m not.”

The confidence he carries in his music was so incredible sexy it brought about an unbelievable need, desire, and want to be closer to him. His confidence now in a bedroom, naked, with his very, very impressive length rubbing between my legs is even more than I can explain.

“I’m gonna make you feel so damn good you won’t ever regret not killing me,” comes out in a very sincere and sexy rumble as he pushes inside of me slowly. “You feel the burn, Sonya? I see it in your amber eyes. So reflective of the heat inside of you,” he groans as he pushes in farther. “So hot inside, so fucking hot, wet, and ready for my cock. You have been for days now.” He pushes in even farther, and I clench around him.

When he starts to watch my eyes intensely, I close them. He bends down and kisses below my ear over and over again. The sweetness in that kiss makes me melt as he pushes in more.

“You feel so damn good, Sonya. So good.” He stills and pulls back a little.

“Don’t,” I plea as I wrap my legs around his back, digging my heels into his ass. “Please don’t stop.”

He groans as he rotates his hips, pushing in again, stretching me wider and causing the burn to spread deeper. His breath becomes ragged and faster. Then he groans against my neck as his mouth opens and slides down my jawline, his lips seeming almost frantic to get to mine.

“More,” I say, letting my knees fall open wider.

He kisses me hard, and as our tongues dance, he thrusts in and out, in and out. Each thrust deepens, causing mayhem inside of me, each retreat causing me to panic at the thought of him not being inside of me.

“More, please. I want you. Oh, God, Finn.”

My hips rush forward to meet his. I need this. I need him. All of him.

He groans then hisses, rocking into me harder, more urgently.

“Brace yourself,” he growls.

When he slams into me, I swear I have left the planet because I see stars, and I cry out. Pain, pleasure, desire …

“More.”

“Thank God,” he says as one hand runs down my body; the other pulls me closer to the edge as he makes his way off the bed.

He stands, grips my hips, and tells me, “Legs around me.”

Once I do as he asks, he leans forward, knees pressing against the mattress as he ducks down and kisses me hard, deep, and fully. His hand grips my neck gently, and he turns my head so his tongue can plunge farther into my mouth as he tastes me.