Tempting a King (King Family Romance Book 1) Isla Drake (series like harry potter .txt) 📖

I want to be in your bed tonight.” He studies my face for a moment. “If you tell me to go, I will. No blame, no anger. We can take this as slow or as fast as you want.”

I look at Finn as he waits for me to speak. I can see the raw honesty in his eyes. He means what he’s saying. If I asked him to leave right now, he would. At the thought, my heart gives a little pang. No, I tell myself. Not my heart. Definitely not that. Something else, then. Something inside me that wants to see where this might lead. Something that wants—needs—to see if this thing between us could be what my life has been missing. I reach out a hand to Finn’s chest, feeling the warmth of him through the cotton shirt. My palm slides up until my fingers brush against the bare skin of his neck, needing to feel him.

“Stay,” I whisper. “Just…maybe leave before he wakes up?”

Finn grins. “Sneak out in the night? Like a dirty secret?”

My smile widens and my other hand goes to his waist. “Like our little secret. For now.” I’m still looking at him, waiting to see his reaction. If he’s bothered by the idea, I can’t see it in his eyes. All I see when I look at Finn is the longing and desire I know is reflected in my own eyes. He leans down and captures my mouth in a toe-curling kiss that turns my brain to mush.

The heat explodes between us as it always does. His fingers tangle in my hair, holding me to him as his mouth continues its assault. My hands snake up under his shirt, smoothing against the warm contours of muscle. I want to touch every inch of him, but there are too many clothes in the way. I remember that we’re standing in the middle of my kitchen and reluctantly pull away.

“Come on,” I whisper, surprised at the breathless quality of my voice. “Bedroom. Now.”

Finn gives me that sexy grin, complete with the dimple I love so much. “Yes, ma’am.”

I lead him down the hall to my room. As soon as I close and lock the door, Finn is on me. He presses against me from behind, his arms tightly banded around my waist. I can feel his arousal against my ass, and I press back against it, sucking in a breath. Finn’s mouth goes to my neck and I tilt my head to give him better access.

His hand moves lower, working at the button on my jeans. I reach down to help him. As soon as the pants are unzipped, Finn slides his hand inside, cupping me. I gasp and reach behind me to touch him. He’s as hard as he was earlier, when I’d taken him in my mouth. It turns me on even more to know that I have this effect on him. I use my free hand to shove my jeans down a few inches giving Finn’s hand better access. When I feel his fingers slide through my slick folds, I suck in a breath.

“So wet already,” he whispers in my ear.

I wonder if I should feel embarrassed at how easily I turn to putty in Finn’s hands, but all I feel is desire. His arm around my waist pins me against him, keeping me from turning to face him. His fingers slick against my clit, coaxing a gasp from me.

“Shh.” His mouth is on my neck now, planting little teasing kisses against my skin. “Quiet, remember?”

He circles my clit with his fingers and my eyes slide closed. My jeans are still around my thighs, keeping his hand from traveling any lower. He lightly teases my clit again before slipping his hand out of my panties. I let out a little whimper of disappointment.

“Don’t move,” Finn says. He’s still speaking in that low whisper that seems like it could make me come all on its own if he just said the right words. I do as he says, standing still in the middle of my bedroom. Finn releases me and moves back until he’s no longer touching me. I hear the rustle of fabric and imagine him stripping naked behind me. When he touches me again, his hands are on my thighs, sliding my jeans down. When I’m naked from the waist down, he moves on to my shirt.

“That’s better,” Finn says once he has me completely naked.

“I want to look at you, too,” I whisper.

“So, look.”

I turn around and my eyes roam over his naked body, appreciating every square inch of skin. My attention is drawn first to his broad chest. He’s muscled, but not overly so. My hands itch to touch all that exposed skin. My eyes wander lower down his body to the erection that’s jutting out toward me. I feel a shiver of desire course through me at the memory of him pushing his hard length into me. I remember the taste of him on my tongue and lick my lips. That must have been enough for Finn because he takes two quick steps and pulls me against him. My nipples brush against his warm chest, sending a fresh curl of arousal down to my core. My mouth finds his in the dim room and his arms wrap around me holding me to him. His hand slides down to my ass, giving it a squeeze. I reach down to where his rock-hard dick presses against my belly and wrap my fingers around him. I stroke the length of him, swirling my thumb over the head and the drop of moisture there.

“Hannah.” Finn’s voice is a ragged whisper.

His mouth follows the curve of my neck to my collar bone. My breaths come in heaving gasps that sound far too loud. I give him another firm stroke, feeling him quiver as I do. I love having this power over him. Finn’s mouth closes on my nipple and a small cry escapes me