Flirting in Traffic by Beth Kery Page B

great…driver before,” she mumbled against his mouth.
    “Well, you are,” he assured her, letting his lips caress hers as he spoke. “An exciting, skilled…extremely precise driver.” He kissed her once, hard, before he briefly lifted his head. “For my sake though, I wish you’d slow down some.”
    “What’s the fun in that?” she whispered before she craned up and touched her grin to his.
    They kissed warmly, playfully. That was one thing he really liked about Esa—how easy it was to play with her sexually, how lighthearted and good it felt at times.
    It felt like precisely what he needed at this point in his life.
    As he’d quickly learned was the usual case with Esa, however, what began as teasing and playful became hot and eye-crossingly serious in no time flat. She tasted like mint mouthwash with just a hint of cherry that had nothing to do with the plastic bottle of green fluid in his bathroom and everything to do with Esa’s singular taste. She smelled like fresh air and sweet, well-loved woman.
    He thought of what she’d tasted like when he’d finally coated his tongue in her honeyed, musky essence last night.
    His cock swelled hard and full at the thought of tasting her again, the strength and near-pain of his body’s reaction shocking him a little.
    “How fast do you think you can get us back to bed, Speed Racer?”
    “We’re there within ten minutes,” Esa replied huskily.
    “Make it eight and I’ll give you a prize.”
    Her eyes smoldered. “And if I make it seven?”
    “I’ll make it the grand one,” he promised as he grabbed her hand and they jogged toward the car.
    He seriously considered doing a rerun of their foyer escapade from a few nights ago when she yanked him down to her like some kind of lusty barbarian warrior-queen the second after he closed his front door. But no, he’d learned his lesson. What if this was the last time he made love to her?
    He’d take her right…no matter how much she tempted him.
    He chuckled into her ravenous kiss even though amusement wasn’t his only reaction to his thoughts. Lust was the other. What man wouldn’t want to be ravaged by a fiery red-haired beauty who was built along the lines of Wonder Woman, a la Lynda Carter?
    What red-blooded man wouldn’t want to tame the little hellion?
    Okay, maybe she wasn’t little relative to other women, Finn thought as he overfilled his hand with a firm breast, but she was little compared to him. Graceful and delightfully curved, not to mention the most exciting woman he’d ever kept sequestered in his bed for a night of pleasure.
    For a morning of it.
    For an afternoon and evening, if he could talk her into it.
    He tripped over her feet as he returned her kiss with equal ravenous hunger and pushed her back to his bedroom.
    They finally stumbled and fell on his bed in a tangle of long limbs and craning necks. She tried to roll on top of him but he held her down with ease with his flexing, spread thighs and heavier weight.
    She squirmed beneath him.
    “Are you that anxious for your prize?” he asked with gruff amusement as he ground his cock in the heat emanating from the apex of her thighs. She resisted the pressure with her hips, rubbing up against him like a strong, supple feline in heat.
    “You know I am, you damned—”
    She paused in the process of biting his lower lip between her small white teeth when the sound of a key in the front door lock penetrated the cloud of thick lust that surrounded them.
    “ Shit ,” Finn muttered with blistering heat.
    It must be building maintenance. Was there something elementally wrong with his condo that he hadn’t had the ability to notice with his nose next to Esa’s fragrant skin? Was the building perhaps going up in flames around him while he operated under the sole dictate to bury himself between her thighs?
    “Who’s there ?” he roared. His head reared up. He was furious with anything that even remotely dared to interfere with his possession