Why had he left it like this? It had been at least two months since I was last here and yet it looked like I’d been there that morning. Any normal person would have come in here to clean the mess. In fact, I’d half expected to see my stuff already boxed up, and his stuff in its place. That was certainly not what I saw now. Snapping out of it, I reminded myself that it didn’t matter anymore. I’d box up as many of my things as I could and ask Harper to come get the rest. I was trying my hardest to not to feel, but it was becoming increasingly hard the longer I was in his space. Remembering what Finn and I had shared in this very room; the conversations, the physical contact… I knew I had to be quick; in and out before my emotions got the better of me.
I’d went as quickly as I could—rushing around the room, not even bothering to fold the clothes that I’d found in the laundry basket before I put them in the boxes. When I’d grabbed the last of my jewelry I closed the boxes, pushing the ends together and tucking one of the ends under the other to keep them from popping open. I really should’ve brought some tape. Oh well, I made do. Another glance at the clock had my heart racing. I’d taken much longer than I had planned and it was now ten to three. Harper would be home soon. She would be there before me so I needed to come up with story about where I’d been. I decided to say that I’d been to Beans to talk to Rose about returning to work; despite the fact that I had no intention of going back. In fact I’d already broken the news to my boss the week before. She understood my need to get away, and she said that I would always have a job there if I needed it.
I took one last look around to make sure I hadn’t missed anything that I couldn’t live without, before making my way out of the room with my box in my arms. The other was already on the couch waiting to be put in my car. I walked towards the front door but before I reached it, it was thrown open and a soaking wet Finn stood in front of me, shoulders heaving, hair dripping, and blue eyes that looked ferocious. What was he doing here? Better question, when the hell did it start raining? It was a shock to my system to see him again. I’d successfully managed to avoid him for the past two months and seeing him now—looking the way that he did—I almost faltered with my need to touch him and be near him again.
Finn’s wild eyes noticed the box in my hands and then the box on the couch. He turned back towards me with narrowed eyes, “What are you doing Emilyn?”
“I thought it was time I came and got some of my things. I don’t want to keep taking up space at your house. Plus I’ve missed wearing my grandmothers pearl earrings.” Excuses, excuses Emilyn.
“This isn’t just my house. I’ve told you before, it’s our house. So why are you packing?”
“Finn, I don’t live here anymore and you know it.”
The intensity in his eyes jumped a notch. “Yes, you do.”
Jesus, I didn’t come here to argue with him. He loomed over me as I walked forward and moved passed him. Making my way out the door I was immediately met by freezing rain. It was literally coming down in sheets. Not even three seconds outside and I was soaked.
Great!
Reaching my car I opened the back door and slid the box across the seat. I would be pissed if any of my silk shirts got wet. One box down, one more to go. Turning around I ran right into a solid wall of muscle. I started to stumble backwards but Finn caught me by my arms. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through my body, and a shock to my empty heart.
“Stop this.” He spoke loudly over the rain.
I was blinking rapidly while I looked up at him. The rain was pelting my cheeks and it stung. I welcomed the sensation.
“Stop what? Stop moving forward?”
“No! Stop pushing me away. Packing up your things isn’t going to make me go away. I’m here Em.” He released one of my arms and placed his large hand on my chest over my heart.
Now I was pissed. Using my full body weight I shoved against him. He barely moved. I started to grumble under my breath about damn men being too big and being stronger than me. He didn’t find it amusing, he just followed behind me.
“You’re not leaving Em.”
I swung myself around pinning him with my eyes.
“You don’t have a say in what I do Finley Morgan so back the fuck off!” I yelled.
“The hell I don’t! I told you, you are mine. Every single part of you. There is no walking away from us. And there is an ‘us’!” He yelled back.
“You’re delusional!”
He barked out a short bitter laugh. “No Tiny Girl, you’re just not seeing what’s in front of you.”
Just as I was about to say something back he lunged forward, grasping the sides of my face and bringing his mouth down on mine in a crushing kiss that took my breath away. There was no polite preamble to this kiss; it was all lips and tongues. He pushed his tongue deep in my mouth and I sucked it before I pulled back and bit down on his lip. He growled at me. The cold rain was pouring down on us but it felt good on my overheated skin. Without me realizing, Finn walked me backwards until I felt hard brick at my back scratching through my shirt. He pressed his hard body against the length of me and I could feel his arousal on my stomach. My hands were tangled in his hair and I pulled it hard, bringing him even closer to me. Letting go of my face and reaching down, Finn grabbed the back of my legs by my ass and hauled me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and ground myself against him.
“Inside, now!” I said against his mouth.
The last thing I needed was the neighborhood to see what we were doing. He pulled me away from the wall and walked with me still wrapped around him. We continued to kiss as he made his way to the door. Fumbling with the handle, he got it open and walked us inside, using his foot to kick it shut behind us. My back found another wall and Finn pushed against me in the most delicious way.
Separating our lips momentarily, I reached down and lifted my shirt up over my head. He looked down at me and watched me with hooded eyes as I slid my bra straps down my shoulders and off of my arms. Using his hips he held me up so he could unclasp my bra and throw it off to the side.
“You are so beautiful.” He softly spoke.
“Stop talking Finn. I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me!” My voice was hoarse with desire.
His eyes flared, catching on to what I had just told him. Finn set me down on my feet. For a second I thought he was going to deny me, but he stopped in his tracks when I shoved my hand down the front of his pants taking hold of his erection.
“Oh shit.” He leaned forward, putting a hand up on the wall to support himself.
I was playing dirty and I knew it. Not caring at all, I stroked his cock; working it all the way to the tip and then motioning back down again. He rested his forehead on mine and I looked up through my lashes into his dark blue eyes. His pupils were dilated and hungry. He wanted me and I knew I had him. The atmosphere was filled with sexual tension; one of the only things I was willing to feel right then. My body had been amped up on Finn since he threw open the door ten minutes ago and told me I was his. As long as I was able to keep my emotions out of this I could do it. I had to do this. We’d been dancing around having sex for a long time now. If I really thought about it, it was all the way back since that night at the bar before the reunion. I wanted him then, and I wanted him now. I was done waiting.
Licking my lips, I let go of his erection and walked around him making my way to the bedroom.
“Where are you going?” He asked, sounding upset that I’d stopped what I was doing.
“Going to the bedroom. Come join me Finn.” I told him seductively.
“Wait. Em, maybe we shouldn’t do this right now. We have a lot to talk…” His words were cut short when I continued my track down the hall but peeled off my jeans and underwear.
“Not now Finn.” I called over my shoulder.
As I got to the bedroom he caught me and pressed himself against my back. Running his nose along the outside of my ear he said, “You don’t fight fair Tiny Girl.”