“You know what we have to do now, right?” Finn asked.
I blinked up at him as I closed the cupboard door, having finally put away the last plate from the moving box. It was a miracle none of them had been broken in the move. Then again, Finn had hired the best movers money could buy — none of those guys were going to roughly toss around boxes when they were being paid top dollar to make sure their client’s possessions made it to their new home all in one piece.
“What do you mean?” I asked Finn. “We just put away the last box. There’s nothing left to do.”
“And it only took a week to do it,” he muttered under his breath.
“Oh no,” I said mournfully. “You’re the type who puts away your suitcase the minute you get back home from traveling, aren’t you?”
“And you’re the type who leaves all your shit in your suitcase until the next time you need it,” Finn replied with a grin. “I never would have thought I’d be the neatfreak in this relationship.”
“You leave take-out containers on every available flat surface,” I told him. “You’re definitely not the neatfreak between the two of us.”
“Do you want me to start counting the number of half-used bottles of girly crap are cluttering up the bathroom?” he asked.
“Then it’s a good thing there’s two of them in this place,” I countered.
“Despite living together for months it looks like there’s still a lot to learn about each other.” Finn wrapped his arms around me and swung me around until I squealed.
“Put me down!” I insisted as my feet left the floor.
He set me down gently but kept one arm folded over my waist. He brushed my hair aside and placed a soft, sucking kiss on my neck.
“I look forward to learning everything about you,” Finn murmured as he lowered his hand from my waist and down my thigh, to cup my ass. “Every… single… bit of you.”
I shivered as heat began to pulse between my legs.
“What if I have some awful habits I’ve been hiding from you?” I said breathlessly as his lips continued to rove over my neck. “What if I leave dishes in the sink?”
“We’ll hire someone to clean.”
“What if I always forget to turn off the lights?”
“We’ll use energy efficient lightbulbs.”
“What if I always eat the last slice of pizza?”
Finn paused, lifting his head as his hand halted it’s wandering.
“That may be a deal-breaker,” he replied as he pretended to pull away from me.
I turned around in his arms and fisted his t-shirt in my hands, pulling him back to me.
“That’s where you draw the line?” I said with a teasing smile. I wriggled my hips until we were pressed together. I could feel him harden against my stomach.
“I refused to live with a pizza-thief.” Finn narrowed his eyes, but there was a tug of a smile on his lips as he shifted to bring a leg between my thighs.
“Too bad.” I parted my legs to let his knee nudge against my heating core. “We already signed the lease. You’re stuck with me.”
“I guess there could be worse people to be stuck with.” Finn faked a long-suffering sigh and cupped my ass cheeks with both hands, urging me closer. “Especially after I went through all this trouble to move in with you in the first place.”
“It would be such a waste of time and effort to back out now.” I brought a hand around to cup his now stiff length bulging against the zipper of his jeans. “After all, I just put away the final plate from the last moving box.”
Heat simmered in Finn’s eyes as he continued cupping and kneading the flesh of my ass. “I was just going to bring that up before you so rudely changed the subject.”
“Excuse me, but who changed the subject?” I stood on my tiptoes to bring my mouth to his, our lips just barely brushing, causing a tingle to zip through my spine. “I seem to recall you started complaining about how long it took to unpack.”
“Well, now that we’re finally done there’s one last thing we need to do.” His solemn expression belied the low, hungry murmur in his voice, a now-familiar tone. The sound of it made liquid heat pool between my thighs. “We need to christen the place.” His eyes sparked with a wicked gleam. “Starting with this kitchen right here, I think.”
Without warning Finn lifted me up and set me down onto the kitchen counter, taking his place between my spread legs as he pushed my sundress up around my waist.
My stomach tightened and my insides throbbed and ached, his jeans and my panties the only things between us. Soon there wasn’t even that minor barrier as he hooked his fingers under the elastic to pull my panties down my thighs to toss them to the floor. Those deft fingers found their way back up to trace a line between the valley of my thighs.
I spread my legs wider and leaned back on my elbows, giving him all the access he needed.
“You’re so fucking wet already,” he said, his voice a low, pleased growl. “So fucking hot for it, aren’t you?”
I nodded wildly as his fingers just barely teased my entrance.
“Please,” I breathed out.
“Please, what?” he drawled with dark humor. “You need to tell me exactly what you want.“
“Please!” I said desperately, clinging to his waist with my thighs, the heels of my feet digging into his back.
“I want to hear you say it.”
“I need you to touch me, please, Finn!” I begged.
He plunged two fingers inside me and my back arched as I nearly fell off the counter. He steadied me with an arm around my waist as he continued pumping in and out. I squirmed against him, gasping and whining.
He didn’t tease, didn’t take his time. He knew exactly how to touch me, exactly how to work my body, to wring maximum pleasure from me in minimal time.
“You trying to get me to break a world record?” I said through shuddering breaths as I clung to him.
“We’ve got a lot of rooms,” he said with an evil smirk. “And I’m going to make you come in every single one of them.”
I moaned, letting my head thump back against the hard counter as his thumb played with the nub at the apex of my thighs.
“I want you inside me,” I breathed.
He shook his head. “Not yet.
I whined in the back of my throat.
“Begging won’t help this time,” he said with a wicked lilt. “You don’t get my cock until you’ve come on every surface in this place.”
“Then you better pick up the goddamn pace,” I half-snarled, half-choked.
Without words, Finn leaned down and sucked my clit into his mouth. My mouth fell open as a shriek was pulled out of me in my pleasure. Our new neighbors were going to get an earful and I didn’t care in the least.
I shook and trembled against Finn as my tense muscles finally relaxed. He gathered me up in his arms and kissed me, hot and wet.
“How many rooms in this place, again?” I gasped into his mouth.
I felt his smirk again my lips. “You said something about a world-record?”
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