She nearly came again. “Please come here.”
He rose to his feet and her hands went to his stomach, sliding beneath his shirt to feel the heat of his hard abs. So much to touch, and the question became up or down . . .
His eyes were dark and heated, flickering with amusement as he read the indecision on her face.
“I’m not exactly sure what to do with you,” she whispered.
“I could make a few suggestions.”
She laughed a little nervously but let her hands glide up his torso, shoving his shirt up as she went. He was so beautifully made . . . “Off,” she said softly.
He had the shirt gone in less than a heartbeat and she soaked up the sight of his broad shoulders and chest while her fingers played at the waistband of his jeans. They were loose enough that she could dip in and—
“Oh,” she breathed, sucking in a breath as she encountered much more than she’d bargained for.
His hot—and amused—gaze held hers. On the surface, he was calm and steady and unflappable as always, but there was an underlying erotic tension in every line of his body, a sense that he was holding back, keeping his latent sexuality in check.
She popped the top button of his Levi’s.
And then the second.
And then she’d freed him entirely, pushing his knit boxers aside and all his glory sprung into her hand—and there was a lot of glory. “Finn?”
His voice was rough and husky. “Yeah?”
“I think I figured out what I want to do with you.”
It involved the condom that he luckily had in his wallet and her leaning back on the cold tile of her bathroom countertop, but they managed.
And when he slid deep and then grasped her ass in his two big hands and roughly pulled her closer so that he went even deeper, she arched her spine and let her head fall back and felt more alive than she’d felt in far too long. She got chills all over her body and with a wordless murmur, Finn brought her upright so that she was pressed tight to his warm chest. He wrapped his arms around her and she could feel her toes curl. She clenched tight, eliciting a groan from him, and held on. She knew she was digging her nails into his back but she couldn’t stop, couldn’t breathe . . . “Finn—”
“I know.” His hands slid south, cupping her ass, protecting her from the tile. When he did something diabolically clever with those long fingers, she came in a giant, unexpected burst.
From somewhere outside of herself she felt Finn lose control as well. They ended up smashed up against one another, gripping each other hard, faces pressed together, breathing like lunatics.
They stayed like that for a few minutes and then slowly separated. She flopped back against the mirror, not caring that it was chilly against her overheated skin.
Finn sagged against the counter like he wasn’t all that sturdy himself. He made quite the sight, shirtless, his jeans opened and dangerously low.
Sexy as hell. She’d do something about it but she felt like a boneless rag doll.
A very sated one. “I’m hoping it was the antiseptic spray,” she managed.
“I’m hoping not,” Finn said.
She needed to move but couldn’t find her limbs to save her life. Finn didn’t seem to have the same problem, he used his arms to lean over her and kiss her, eyes open like maybe he was taking her vitals.
She quivered for more. Good God. Since when was she addicted to sex?
Finn caught the look in her eyes and he laughed low in his throat. Sexy as hell. “Give me a minute,” he said, voice husky.
She arched a brow, impressed. “Just one?”
“Maybe one and a half,” he said, his gaze dropping to her mouth. “Tops.”
Her good parts actually fluttered. Seriously, what was wrong with her?
“How’s the road rash?” he asked, helping her down off the counter and rewrapping her up in the towel.
It took her a moment to get her brain organized enough to even remember what he was talking about. “Good.”
“Liar.” His voice was quiet and very, very sexy. She wondered if he’d ever considered a side job as a phone sex operator. He’d be fantastic at it. Or maybe he could just read her a book, any book at all . . .
His phone buzzed once more and he blew out a sigh. “That’s twice. I’m sorry, I have to look.” He pulled his phone from his pocket and glanced at the screen.
A frown creased his brow as he accessed a text.
And then his easy demeanor vanished. He rose to his feet.
“What’s the matter?” she asked.
He pulled her towel back around her, tucking it in between her breasts, stopping to brush a sweet kiss to her lips. “I’m sorry. I have to go. Sean’s in trouble.”