Page 60 of The Best Friend Problem
Pru stared down at Finn and the smug, crooked grin on his face. Okay, so the man had a reason to be smug. Holy hell, but that had been one amazing orgasm. Too bad it hadn’t sated her need.
No, she wanted more. Guess she’d just have to continue their little game of touchy feely. Only now she got to do the touching and tasting. Her mouth salivated as she let her gaze wander over the sharp planes and honed muscles covered in a smattering of dark ink.
Who would have thought the bad-boy look would turn her on?
“You gonna stare all night or what?”
She answered by reaching back and cupping a very hard part of his anatomy, earning her a very creative four-letter curse, which she fully intended to fulfill before the night was over. But first she wanted to take a tour of naked Finn flesh. Fair was fair, after all.
She followed his pattern, paying less attention to his nipples and focusing instead on those scrumptious, rock-hard abs. There was a reason those annual firefighter charity calendars raised so much money, and those mouthwatering reasons were currently under her tongue.
Her hands moved down, unfastening the button of his jeans, lowering the zipper—slowly, because she enjoyed the tormented, needy expression in his eyes. He lifted his hips when she tugged, helping her pull the pants down his legs and tossing them off. No underwear for Finn. Lucky her.
She glanced down at the present she’d unwrapped. Lucky her, indeed. Taking him in her hand, she stroked, fascinated by the feel of something so soft and yet so hard.
“Pru,” he groaned out a warning, but she’d never been very good at listening to others. She had her own mind. Her own plans. And her current plan was to drive Finn out of his mind the way he’d done to her.
“Oh, hell!” He swore as she took him in her mouth, gifting him with the same mind-blowing pleasure he’d bestowed on her.
“Precious, stop. I won’t last.”
That was okay. She was thoroughly enjoying herself, and they had all night.
“Pru, seriously. I need to be inside you.”
Since she needed the exact same thing, she released him, rising to her knees and positioning herself above him. She paused, a thought flying thorough her mind that made her giggle.
“What?”
“Nothing, I was just thinking, um, guess we don’t really need to worry about the condom anymore.”
His grin widened as his hand came up to cover her belly in a protective gesture. “Nope.”
His thumb stroked, his eyes filling with serene happiness she’d never witnessed from her best friend before as he gazed at her small baby bump. Emotions clogged her throat, moisture gathering in her eyes, but she blinked back the tears. Baby hormones. That’s all it was. This wasn’t about emotions or feelings; it was just sex. Okay, some feelings, but the tingly-in-your-pants kind, not the flutter-in-your-heart kind.
She pressed down, taking him inside her inch by delicious inch. His hands flew out to grasp her hips as she fully settled, rocking against him.
“Pru.”
Her name on his lips, uttered with such stark need, had her moving. Placing her hands on his chest, she set a slow rhythm that didn’t last. With each thrust she became desperate, needy, hungry. They moved together, racing for that ultimate moment when pleasure would overwhelm to the point of pure ecstatic bliss.
She could sense the impending nirvana, just out of reach, the tiny buzz of fulfillment growing with each shift of their bodies until it exploded. Her entire body tensed as the wave crashed over her, her mouth falling open on a scream Finn silenced as he pulled her to him, capturing her lips, finding his own release.
They lay together, Pru sprawled on top of Finn as their frantic breathing evened out. His hands cradled her, holding her so protectively she wanted to cry.
No.
That was just the release of oxytocin from the amazing orgasm—orgasms—she’d just had.
“Stay?” Finn asked in the darkness. “Stay the night?”
Her bones were mush. She couldn’t leave even if she wanted, and she found she didn’t want.
“Okay, but I demand doughnuts in the morning.”
He chuckled, his warm breath stirring the fine hairs at her brow. “Anything you want, Precious.”
For right now, she wanted him.
