But were we even pretending anymore? We spent every minute that we weren’t working together. We were best friends. We had amazing sex. And now we’d agreed to sleep in the same bed.
What was fake about it?
But the thing I kept coming back to was that Finn and I wanted different things.
It could never really work.
So, I was just going to enjoy this moment while it lasted.
I studied his face. Long black lashes rested on his cheeks as his eyes were closed. His chiseled jaw was covered in day-old scruff. His red lips were plump and kissable. My hand moved beneath the blankets, stroking him over his joggers. He was already hard, per usual.
“Good morning.” His voice was sleepy, his eyes still closed. “Are you wanting to apologize to my dick for the way that you treated him last night?”
I chuckled as my hand slipped inside his joggers, where there was nothing but his hard, thick erection.
“I definitely want to apologize,” I said, my voice all breathy as desire stirred between my legs. “And I have a little surprise for you, as well.”
“Tell me.” His hand moved between my thighs, pushing my sleep shorts aside as he swiped his fingers across my heat.
“Remember when your giant condom tore after we’d had sex that first time on the beach and you were trying to get it off?” I chuckled. “I told you that I wanted to get on the pill just to be extra safe?”
“Yes. You mentioned that you’d started a few weeks ago.”
“Yep. I’ve been taking it every day. And I wondered if you’ve ever been with a woman without a condom.”
His eyes opened, meeting my gaze as if I’d just asked him the most serious question in the world. “I’ve never been with a woman without wearing a condom, because I haven’t been in a committed relationship.”
“Well, our relationship may be fake, but we’re not with anyone else, so I guess that makes it committed. And we’ve still got another month together.” I cleared my throat. Why was I so nervous? I wanted to feel Finn with nothing between us.
“You’ve been in one hell of a long relationship before this one. Did you and Dr. Prickdick always wear a condom?”
“Yeah. He has a thing about it. So, we never had sex without one.”
“I’d be your first bare penis?” he teased, his finger slipping inside me as I continued running my hand up and down his length.
“And I’d be your first bare…” I sucked in a breath when his thumb moved over my clit and started circling it.
“Pussy, Miney. And it happens to be my favorite, so I can’t think of a better deal for me. Are you sure about this?” he asked as he slowed down his rhythm to allow me to answer.
“I’m sure.”
He stopped moving, and I did the same as we both pulled our hands away. He sat forward and tugged his hoodie over his head as I watched. He moved to his feet, dropping his joggers to the floor before turning toward me. I held my hands up in the air as he pulled my top over my head and then quickly found my bottoms and tugged them down my legs.
“I want you on top so you can feel everything,” he said, moving to the bed to lie down and then grabbing my hips and helping me shift on top of him, one leg settling on each side of him. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Something had shifted between us. There was no humor this morning. We weren’t rushing things, nor was he pulling out the dirty talk.
This felt… different.
I pushed up on my knees and wrapped my hand around his erection as my gaze locked with his. I slowly slid down, feeling every glorious inch of him. His lips parted, and he just watched me as I took him all the way in.
His hands moved to my waist as I started to ride him.
Slow and steady. His big hands splayed across my breasts and his thumbs teased my nipples. My hair fell down my back as we found our rhythm.
It wasn’t desperate or frantic this time.
It was—perfect.
I’d never felt a connection to anyone the way I did to Finn. But in this moment, it was somehow stronger.
The kind of connection you would never get over.
The kind that brought you to your knees and made you weep if it was gone.
“Nothing has ever felt better,” he hissed. “I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you, too.”
We’d said those words thousands of times. But this time, they felt like they had more meaning.
My body started to tingle, a euphoric feeling spreading through me. I moved faster, and his hips met me, thrust for thrust. My head fell back, eyes closed, just as his hand moved to my clit, knowing just what I needed.