Page 58 of The Best Friend Problem
His hands reached out, grasping her hips and tugging her to him until their naked skin pressed together. She let out a needy moan as the sensitive tips of her nipples collided with his hard, warm chest. His head bent down, lips caressing hers in a barely-there kiss.
“Do you want to talk about this first?”
She reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck as she spoke against his mouth, “Sex first. Talk later.”
And being the amazing best friend he was, Finn catered to her demand by using those lips for something other than words as, finally, he gave her the deep and thorough kiss she’d been craving.
Yes! Her box full of fun had nothing on Finn.
Chapter Fourteen
Pru was right. Talk was overrated. Actions were better.
Much, much better, he mused as his hands slipped from her hips to curve around her backside and cup the firm, round globes of her ass. A slight squeak escaped her lips, and he swallowed the sound, thrusting his tongue against hers, reveling in her eagerness as she lifted her legs, attempting to climb his body like a flagpole.
A sharp, high-pitched bark caused him to leave the heaven of Pru’s mouth. Finn turned his head to stare down at Bruiser. They must have woken the poor pup, who tilted her head, looking slightly confused.
“It’s okay, Bru Baby. Go back to sleep.”
Bruiser made a soft whine, head tilting in the opposite direction.
“I’m fine, Bruiser. Your daddy is just…helping me with a problem.”
“Horniness is a problem?”
“It is when it keeps me up at night.”
He couldn’t stop the smug satisfaction from turning his lips up. “Aw, thinking about my sexy bod kept you up?”
With a mulish expression, she said nothing, simply pointed to his TV still playing the ocean documentary he had in no way been watching but had turned on because he’d needed a distraction himself. He shrugged, the move made slightly more difficult by the fact that he had his sexy, pregnant best friend in his arms.
“Okay, you got me. I thought the dulcet voice of Attenborough would soothe my unsatisfied body to sleep.”
She grinned. “Let’s take this over to the bed, and I’ll make sure we’re both so satisfied we sleep for days.”
He raised a brow. “Quite the boast.”
She leaned forward, gently nipping his earlobe before soothing the tiny sting with a soft kiss. Raw heat shot straight down his spine to the hardening spot between his legs, where he swore he could feel that tempting kiss.
“Not a boast if it’s true.” Her lips nuzzled his neck, kissing, sucking, taking small love bites as she drove him out of his freaking mind. “Go to sleep, Bruiser.”
His dog, too tired from her earlier trip to the park—way to go, Past-Finn, for that excursion—followed Pru’s orders, turning around in her little doggy bed three times before lying down. Her soft puppy snores melted in with the sounds of the city at night filtering through his apartment windows. He walked Pru the few steps it took to get to his bed. Never before had he been so grateful for his tiny living accommodations. As primed as he was, he didn’t think he could make it across a huge apartment to a bedroom. How convenient to be only feet away from heaven.
Scratch that.
Heaven was in his arms.
They reached the bed, Pru’s tongue working magic on him, making it near impossible for him to move, but he did. He had to, or he was going to lose control. Gently, he leaned down and placed her on the bed, grabbing her leggings and stripping them off, leaving her gloriously naked. Her shoes had fallen off…somewhere in the short trip across his studio. He didn’t know or care where at the moment. The only thing filling his vision was the goddess lying below him.
“Your turn,” she said.
She reached up to grasp the button of his jeans, but he placed a hand over hers. “Wait.”
“Why?”
Because if she got her hands on him, they’d both be very disappointed in the next two minutes. He hadn’t been with anyone since Pru. At first he thought it was just the weirdness he had to get over from sleeping with his best friend, then he assumed it was the emotions he was dealing with, realizing he was going to be a father, but truthfully, if he really looked deep down inside, there was another reason he hadn’t taken anyone else to his bed.
Since that night with Pru, he’d found himself burning with need, but for only one woman. The one lying beneath him. He craved her, but he’d be damned if he didn’t make her go out of her mind with pleasure before he sated his own desires.
