You Only (Cameron Farms Book 1) - Melanie Jayne Page 0,70

intense.

“Your hands on me? Yeah, I do.” She was lost in the rhythm of his hands. He wasn’t being gentle, but he wasn’t bruising her either. The perfect balance.

“Take them out.” Again, his voice held that note of command.

“Um, what?” Her brain couldn’t make any sense of his words.

His hands were lowering the straps from her shoulders. “Hale, take your tits out of the cups and play with them. Show me what you like.”

She cupped each breast and lifted them from the supporting cups. The underwire kept the bra from falling or moving out of the way. Finn’s hands were behind her undoing the hooks on the bra and it was gone. She started slowly, cradling one in each hand, feeling their weight. She began to shape them, pushing them outward.

“God, you’re beautiful.” Finn was watching her with intensity.

She only allowed herself a glance at his face so she could keep concentrating on what she was doing.

“Pinch your nipples,” he urged.

She purred an affirmative and moved her hands slowly, tantalizing him. She pulled on her hard points, allowing her back to arch as she pinched herself hard. She did this a few times, increasing the pressure with each turn. She raised her hand to her lips and licked her thumb and index finger, putting on a show for him. She felt his gaze on her movements, which made her hotter.

She ran her wet finger along her areola and then did the same with the other hand. She had dropped her head back and made a mewing sound.

She felt his body’s heat before he touched her, his hands pushing hers out of the way with authority. His lips followed a trail from her jaw line to her collarbone. On the next pass, he added small nips that caused her hips to rock.

Against her ear he whispered, “Pull your skirt up, I can’t get between your thighs.”

She let out another low chuckle as she bent a little to grasp the hem of the skirt. She had to do a little wiggle to help the material rise up and over her hips. Finn’s hands followed her progress, running up her rounded thighs, brushing over her black silk panties. They were a hi-rise style, like the bottoms to a bikini she had once seen Marilyn Monroe wearing in a photo. They covered her completely, yet made her feel sexy.

His fingers trailed over her pussy. When he encountered her wetness, obvious proof that she was turned on, he growled.

“Christ, you’re wet.” His hands widened her now free thighs. He returned to her covered pussy, gently stroking.

She watched him smile. She started to pull his shirt free from his pants.

“What are you doing?”

“I want to touch your skin.” Her hands ran along his belly, reaching for his chest.

“More.” Finn growled as he lifted her up onto the table. He shoved the boxes to the side and several sheets of paper fluttered to the floor.

The coolness of the glass cover protecting the table seeped through her panties. Finn stepped between her legs and gripped the hair at the back of her head, pulling her head back so he could see her face.

“Do you want my mouth or my hands?”

“What?” She was having trouble concentrating with his body so near and his hand pulling her hair. She enjoyed the bite of pain.

“Hale, pay attention, I’m giving you the choice, do you want to come with my mouth on you or my fingers in you?”

She could feel her chest heave. God, either way would be excellent. She tried to come up with an answer. She needed to say something; she needed to be honest with him. She moved her hands to rest on his chest and cleared her throat. “I need to tell you something.”

“Yeah, which way you want to come.” He kissed her hard, again.

“Hang on a minute, I need to tell you this.” She ran her hand up to his shoulders. When he didn’t speak, she glanced at his face. “Um, sometimes it takes me a while, and sometimes I just can’t.” She dropped her eyes to his chest as she finished her confession. “You know, to come.”

Finn lifted her chin gently. “I’m not worried.”

“No, I mean, I thought you should know. I don’t want you to get upset.”

“I’ll just have to work harder.” He smiled and his eyes crinkled at the corners, something that always made her body pulse. “Has some asshole gotten pissed about that?”

“It gets frustrating.” She looked away, not wanting to discuss other