The Engagement Arrangement (Boots and Bouquets #2) - Jaci Burton Page 0,48
and Clay and Jason and Owen to make friends with. And eventually, she’d come on board when she realized she could trust him.
She realized then that she’d trusted Finn for that long. Much longer than she trusted her ex, for that matter.
“Okay, then. We’ll take it slow.”
“I promise you’ll enjoy it.” He gave her an easy smile that made her insides quiver.
She believed him.
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fourteen
FINN HAD NEVER known a woman like Brenna. She was efficient, determined, enjoyed so many activities and kept herself so busy that she never took downtime to just—be. She was also coiled up so tight he wondered how she didn’t explode.
Tonight he intended to wind her down a little, hopefully remind her that taking time to relax and savor had its benefits, especially where sex was concerned.
He hadn’t been lying when he’d told her he’d wanted to touch her since he’d first laid eyes on her. He’d been eighteen then and smitten, blown away by her beauty and her smarts and fiery personality. Now, though? He wanted her like only a man could want a woman, and he intended to show her all the ways a man could make love to a woman.
He kissed her, slow and easy and for a long time until he felt her body go lax. It took a while, but he made sure to kiss her thoroughly so she could empty that highly functioning brain of hers of everything except the feel of his lips moving over hers, of his hands leisurely roaming her body.
Only then did he stroke his fingers over her collarbone, teasing lower to the swell of her breasts. She arched, but this time it was more relaxed as she eased into his touch, exactly what he’d wanted for her. He needed her to feel his fingers, every small flutter of his lips along her neck as he wound his way to her ear.
“Better?” he whispered.
“Mmm,” was all she said, her eyes closed as she melted against his questing fingers.
Oh, yeah. Now he had her where he wanted her. Liquid, soft against the mattress, so when he teased his fingers along her legs and swept them above, she didn’t expect him to be hurried about it. She sailed on the journey with him, let him coax and explore her body the way she needed to be explored. He took his time making his way, raising her dress, parting her legs, sweeping his fingers along her silk underwear, patting her there, stroking, then gently drawing her panties down so he could touch her.
He was hard as a rock, but she was soft, silky and damp as he rubbed her with easy, deliberate strokes.
She was beautiful as she rose, then fell with a cry of release, her body shaking with it. He continued to touch her easily as she came down from it, and then he helped her undress, revealing the most beautiful body, which he’d wanted to see for so long.
He knew she was anxious so he got up and shucked his clothes, too. She stared up at him, smiling.
“Wow, Finn,” she said. “Aren’t you something?”
“I’m gonna take that as a compliment.”
“You definitely should.”
She had one arm thrown above her head, making him wish he were an artist so he could paint her just like that.
He crawled back onto the bed, between her legs, and kissed her inner thigh.
“What? Again?” she asked.
“You think you can only come once?”
“I thought maybe it was your turn.”
“We don’t do turns. And I want you relaxed.”
“I don’t know, after that pretty intense orgasm, I’m pretty mellow.”
He gave her a teasing smile. “Then let’s bring you up just a little.”
He put his mouth on her, and she said, “Oh.” After that all he heard were a lot of moans and cries and a lot of “Yes.”
She tasted sweet and tart, which fit her to a T, and all he wanted to do was make her come again, then sink inside her so he could feel her surrounding him. But after she came with a loud whimper, then settled back against the bed, he got up to get them both a drink of water, because he didn’t want to rush it. He wanted Brenna to savor every minute of tonight. And he needed to do the same.
He handed her a glass and she took a sip, setting the glass on the table. He’d already finished half of his on his walk from the kitchen to the bedroom.