We eventually leave so I can get Liam bathed and in bed on time. He’s exhausted but in that way that means he’ll sleep well tonight. After I get Liam into bed, I come back into the living room to see Finn folding the basket of towels I washed earlier. I stand in the doorway watching him for a moment. Something about the domestic scene makes me smile, even if he isn’t folding them the same way I do. He notices me watching him and gives me a questioning look.
“What?”
I shake my head, still smiling. “I was just thinking.”
He finishes the last towel and places it on the top of the stack. “What about?”
“That you shouldn’t go home tonight.”
He smiles and walks toward me. “I don’t want to go home tonight.”
When he reaches me, he wraps his arms around me and pulls me to him. I reach up, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“So, don’t,” I whisper just before our lips meet.
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Later, when Finn pushes into me, he keeps his eyes locked on mine. There’s something intense and focused about his gaze and I think I can feel it in my soul. When he’s buried deep, he stills above me. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him what I feel for him—to tell him I love him. But I hold back. Instead, I pull his face down to mine and kiss him. It’s a gentler kiss than the ones we usually share during sex. It’s soft and slow and I try to pour all the things I can’t say into it. When he lifts his head, I think I see a faint question in his eyes, but I’m not ready to answer whatever it is.
I arch my hips against his and squeeze my inner muscles, making it clear what I want. Finn is so attuned to my body that he needs no further encouragement. He pushes my hands up over my head, pinning them to the bed with one hand in a firm but gentle grip. Then he pulls back until only the tip of him is inside me before pushing his thick length back into me with agonizing slowness. My mouth opens but no sound emerges. He repeats the motion again and again, moving faster with every thrust until he’s pounding into me fast and hard. His eyes still haven’t left mine. His intense gaze combines with the sensation of his thick cock slamming into me. It’s not long before I feel the familiar wave rising within me. Finn releases my hands and rises up on his knees. He pushes my legs up and deepens the angle of his thrust. In seconds I’m coming, a low keening moan escaping me before I clamp a hand over my mouth to stifle it. Finn doesn’t stop. He keeps up his frantic pace as the orgasm continues to rock through me. Wave after wave of pleasure consumes me. I grip his arms, my nails digging into his skin.
Finn releases one of my legs and reaches down to touch my clit. My body is so sensitive that it takes no time at all for another orgasm to crash over me. I feel my pussy clenching against Finn as he continues to pound into me. This time, he follows me. I feel his body tense against mine and his eyes fall close. He groans and the warm rush of his release fills me. I reach up and grip his sweat-slick body, pulling him down onto me. Finn’s head nestles into the crook of my neck. He’s heavy, but it’s a welcome weight. He’s still inside me, my legs wrapped around him. We don’t speak or move for several minutes as our breathing settles down into something more normal. Eventually, Finn raises up onto his elbows above me and brushes a kiss to my temple before he moves off me. He flops onto his back beside me, clearly exhausted.
“That was—” I start.
“Incredible,” Finn finishes.
“Yeah.”
I eventually talk my body into moving enough to make it to the bathroom so I can clean up. On the way back, I grab Finn’s discarded shirt and pull it on. The hem settles just below my ass and the soft cotton smells of his cologne. When I climb back into bed, he pulls me against him, my back to his front. I wonder how I’ve grown so used to having a man in my bed when I’ve slept alone for so long. Right now, I can’t imagine not having Finn there.
Chapter Twenty-seven
Hannah
Finn and I settle into a routine over the next several days. He’s barely been back to his place since we had dinner with his family. In the mornings we take Liam to school together then drive to work. I’ve stopped worrying so much about what people might think of me dating my boss. What matters is that Finn and I are happy. The rest of the world can think what it wants. I still haven’t told him I love him, but even that doesn’t really matter. We have plenty of time to get there. I’m happy just being with him.
It’s Friday afternoon and I’m at the grocery store while Liam and Finn are home with a new Lego set Finn bought for the two of them to assemble. My phone rings while I’m pushing the cart through the store. I smile when I see Finn’s picture
