Page 79 of Falling for Her

“A third?”

“Yes, my side is one-third, his side is another third, so the truth lies in the middle third.”

“So you wouldn’t tell me the truth?” He walks around me to the couch and sits down. I grab my beer and follow him, but sit at the other end, turning to face him.

“Of course, I would tell you the truth. I wouldn’t lie about it. But my truth and his truth are two different versions.” I take a sip of my beer. “You have to decide which version you’re going to believe.”

He turns to face me, stretching his arm on the back of the couch, and suddenly, the couch is feeling very fucking small. “I would always believe you,” he says, his voice soft. “You wouldn’t have a reason to lie to me. Even though you’ve been lying to me about other things since the beginning.”

“I didn’t lie,” I say, defending myself. “I cooked dinner, and I did laundry and cleaned. It’s not my fault things were ruined in the process.”

He looks down, trying to hide his smile. “So you bent the truth.”

“Um.” I take a long pull of my beer. “I had faith in myself. That isn’t bending the truth, that is believing in yourself.”

He throws his head back, and his laughter fills the room. “So tell me . . .” He brings the beer to his lips, and I see his tongue touch the opening of the bottle. My body shivers and pulls taut. My finger taps the head of my bottle. “You said there were a lot of things you wanted to do to me.” I raise my eyebrows. “Care to tell me what they are?”

“Not particularly.” I can feel the back of my neck getting warm. “I don’t know my laws too well, but isn’t there one against threatening a police officer?”

He snorts. “It’s against the law to threaten anyone.”

I roll my eyes. “Then I can’t tell you.” I point my beer at him. “What would you like to do to me?”

He takes a full minute to think about it. I literally hold my breath. It feels like we’re having a staredown, or even better, circling each other until we inevitably meet in the middle.

“I’d really like to kiss you again,” he admits finally, and the air leaves my body. “Fuck, what I would do to kiss you again.” His amber eyes turn a dark brown.

“So then kiss me.” I don’t even know that my mouth is moving as the words come out.

He leans forward, and all I can hear is my heart hammering in my chest. He takes my bottle of beer and places it with his on the coffee table. My breathing is coming out in quiet pants. He cradles my face in his hands, and my own hands go to his wrists. He bends his head to the side, and there’s an aching pause. His tongue comes out to lick my bottom lip before it slides into my mouth, and then his lips are finally on mine.

I feel like I’ve been waiting my whole fucking life for this. I shift so I’m on my knees, moving closer to him. Putting my hand on the back of the couch, my other hand goes to his chest to feel his heart beating just as quickly as mine. I move my hand up on his chest as one of his hands leaves the side of my face and wraps around my waist and then moves to my ass. My back arches, and I press into his chest. I can feel myself getting wet just from his touch.

“Fuck,” he groans as his mouth releases mine to trail down my neck. His hand roams from my ass up and under my shirt. His fingertips on my bare back make me shiver. “You feel like silk.” His lips return to kiss my mouth, and now my hands itch to touch him.

The tips of my fingers roam down the front of his chest, my nails raking his abs, which contract at my touch. My fingers encounter the little bit of hair he has at the base of his stomach. My lips slowly disengage from his as I look down at my hand, right at the waistband of his shorts. His chest rises and falls as fast as mine did before. My other hand is on his face as I look into his eyes. “I really want to kiss you right now.”

“Then kiss me, baby,” he encourages softly. My stomach tightens while my heart throbs in my chest. I’ve never been called baby before. I’ve never had that endearment directed at me. I never knew I wanted it as much as I did until this moment.

I bend to kiss him. At the same time, my hand moves down to his cock, gripping it. I push down the elastic of his shorts, and his cock springs free.

He lets go of my lips, and we both look down at his cock. I bite my lower lip, seeing how big he is. I grip the base and move my hand up and down, mesmerized by the feel of him, at the sight of my hand around his length. He cups my jaw as he turns my face toward him.

“Finley,” he groans my name in a way I’ve never heard it. With need, with want, with lust. He pulls me in to kiss him, my tongue playing with his as my hand keeps stroking his cock.

I let go of his lips, kissing down his chest, my tongue coming out to trail all the way down. I look up at him when my hand reaches the bottom of his stomach again. His eyes are so dark they look black, turning heavy-lidded right before I take his cock in my mouth. The taste of precum hits my tongue, and it makes me moan. I move my mouth off the top and lick up the back of his shaft, my tongue twirling around the tip and then going to the other side. I lick from the base, all the way to the top, before I take him as far as I can in my mouth.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, his tone tight as if he’s hanging on to the edge by the ends of his fingertips. I look up at him as my hand works his cock in tandem with my mouth. His hand moves to my ass. I try to take as much as I can, but he’s too thick for me. I move my mouth to his shaft and use my tongue to lick all the way to his balls, then move up to kiss his lips, my hand still stroking him.

He leans on his hip, taking one of my legs and putting it over his lap as the other one falls to the floor. He sucks my neck before his hands move in one motion to rip my shirt over my head. My nipples tighten.

“I’ve been thinking about this”—he moves one bra cup down, my nipple pebbled and waiting to be sucked—“since the beach.” He sucks it into his mouth as his hand moves my shorts to the side with my panties. I’m so wet his fingers slide right into me, as my elbow keeps me up. “Been fucking torture.” He moves to the other nipple while his fingers fuck me. I’m so fucking gone for this man that it’s not going to take me long before I’m coming.

He comes up to kiss my lips for a split second before his fingers are out of me and he’s gone. His knees are on the floor as he grabs my legs, pulling me to him. “If I don’t taste you right now,” he declares, pushing my knees back, “I’m going to regret it for the rest of my life.”

“Wait,” I tell him as he pushes my shorts again to the side and licks his lips as if I’m his main meal. His eyes come up to look into mine. “Just so you know, I can’t when . . .” I fumble with my words. “I don’t hit the finish line.”

“Are you telling me that you’ve never come when someone has eaten your pussy?” His eyes light up.