"I'm gonna come, Chloe." He took hold of my hips and squeezed hard.
I leaned forward and pressed my hand against his thighs as I rolled against him fast and hard. The cry that left him shot me over the edge and I joined him, taking all that he would give me and knowing that I'd never need anyone in my bed but him.
He was more than enough.
Chapter 30
Finn
I'd been with lots of girls, but no one made me feel the way Chloe did. She made love to me the night before with passion like nothing I'd ever seen. It wasn't about getting off or seeing who could make the other person scream more, but about taking her time to show me the depths of her heart with her body.
I shivered at the remembrance of how good she felt against me. After dreaming about her half the night, I woke around two and pressed myself back inside of her from behind, taking my time to make love to her sweet body once more. She stayed curled up, her back against my chest and her ass pressed tightly to my thighs.
She took me so well, and we came again together.
A groan lodged in my chest as I watched her sleep early that morning, unable to help myself again. My father would be expecting me at church, but I wasn't sure she would be willing to go.
"Baby," I whispered and brushed her hair out of her face. Her eyelids fluttered and I ran my fingers down her flawless cheek. I had to wonder if she would keep her tan if we stayed in Colorado. The sun was warm enough to keep her sun-kissed, but the cold air might keep her from ever getting in it.
My heart contracted painfully at the thought of her leaving and heading back out West. I was willing to go with her, but there was always the off-chance that she might not want me to go. She was young and had just finished school. Maybe she wanted some time to explore what life really had to offer, and she might not want someone tagging alone for the adventure.
"What are you thinking about?" She wrapped her fingers around my wrist, and I realized she was watching me.
"You. Us." I smiled. "My father expects me in church in an hour. You good with going, or you want me to tell him we ate something bad?"
She laughed and scooted closer to me, wrapping her arm around my waist and popping my ass.
"We're going. I brought a sweater dress in my bag just in case we went out today. If your father expects us in church beside him, then that's where we'll be." She kissed my nose and started to move, but I caught her arm and pulled her back down.
"We have time for another round in the sheets, don't you think." I nipped at her lips, loving the way she groaned at my aggression.
"No, I want to be pretty for church."
"Done. You're always drop-dead gorgeous. No need to make the other girls jealous. That's not real nice." I kissed her again and lamented as she pulled away from me and walked across the room to get her bag. She was the finest thing I'd ever seen. I needed to go to church. I had to make a deal with God. If he gave her to me and let me keep her forever, I'd do anything he wanted.
"Get up, handsome. We need to grab a cup of coffee on our way out this morning."
"I have coffee in the kitchen. I'll get up and make you a cup." I moved to the edge of the bed and stretched, almost forgetting about my cast.
"You don't have creamer, and it's the holiday season. My peppermint hot chocolate will be gone soon." She sat her bag down next to me, and I couldn't help but reach out and run my hand down her back and over her rear. I leaned over and kissed her hip a few times before she playfully pushed me away.
"You want a peppermint hot chocolate, that's what you'll get." I got up and hopped over to my crutches, not at all worried about being naked in front of her. I planned on being with the woman behind me for the rest of my life; I just wasn't ready to share that with her yet. No reason to scare her, but I smiled at the thought.
She got dressed quickly, and I texted my dad that we would be at church. He was thrilled that there was a "we" to it.
Chloe helped me into my jeans from the night before and we bumped heads during the ordeal, laughing it off after we got over the initial sting of it.
"This is almost as bad as that night that poor girl made you bleed from your skinny jeans." Chloe helped me out the door as she teased me.
"I was bleeding that night. Ain't nothing funny about that."
She turned to me and looked like she was going to say something, but she just winked.
"Oh yeah?" I had to egg her on. "Did you look it up in the dictionary and see that you're wrong?
"About what, baby?" She sounded as sweet as sugar.
"About ain't being a word."