his forearms on his knees. “Not taking advantage, man,” he muttered. He turned to look at her from that vantage point. “What happened to Vincent?” he asked, and it was like a command.
She shook her head. “Can’t talk about it.”
“He dropped you this quick,” he hissed, and anger sparked in his green eyes.
She finally dragged her gaze from his, not saying anything.
“I’m getting you some pizza,” he finally said.
That was good, she needed to eat before she got really drunk and told him everything, or worse, slept with him. But Finn didn’t make a move after that. He made it clear he was interested, when or if she was ready, then he told her he was closing the office and getting some shut-eye.
They stood by the lobby door, which Finn was going to leave from and lock behind him, then she was going to turn and walk to her room. For the first time.
“With the lights out and the office closed everything should be cool for you,” Finn said.
“Thanks for the beer and pizza,” she said.
“God, you’re pretty,” he muttered, then he looked as if he was going to come toward her, but forced himself back a step.
She stepped back too, thinking she should run. Then he said the most amazing thing. “I’ll be in room two if you need me.”
Before she could exclaim in amazement, he shut the door and put the key in it, lifting his chin for her to go and put the lights out like he’d shown her. She moved kind of in a daze, wondering if he always stayed in room two like that. But she found her answer soon enough when she got to her room that dead-ended in the hall behind the desk ... Finn had given her his room .
“Ohmylord,” Tess whispered, looking around the room. It was clean, the bed looked fresh and there were clean towels out. However the obviously not motel furniture, motorcycle posters still on the wall, and the sign on one closed closet door, which read, “O’Neil’s Locked Storage,” clued her in.
There were other small signs that she’d taken Finn’s room from him, which, if she was thinking at all, would be obvious. Where else does the manager and owner stay but the room behind the lobby desk?
Tess grabbed her temple, rubbing. She was so out of it not to realize, and she nearly walked out to go tell Finn she couldn’t take his room like that. But then she realized that, yes, she was just that desperate to let Finn do this for her. Because, damn it, she needed it.
After some soul searching she let Finn’s amazing gesture rest and she moved her stuff in. She needed some order and she needed bed, and she found out incredibly after she took a shower and got into bed that she really, really needed her vibrator. Why that was, when she was living with a twice-broken heart, she had no clue, but the vibe brought instant images of Vincent and hot sex, which got her off, but it felt hollow as she drifted off to sleep.
Then she woke with a scream that was muffled by the hand clamped over her mouth. Her body whipped up trying to struggle, but someone heavy ... a man ... pinned her down.
“Baby.”
Ohmylord it was Vincent! She bucked harder and really started struggling, basically screaming beneath his hand. “I won’t hurt you,” he growled. If he could have seen her face in the dark he’d know she was frantically telling him with her eyes she did not give a shit. Get off her!
“Jesus,” he snapped; she’d tried to bite his hand and was gouging her nails into his chest. “Two minutes,” he hissed. “Give me two fucking minutes. Then I’ll go.”
She stilled beneath him, but the second his hand moved from her mouth she started screaming, until his mouth came down over her lips. One minute later, she moaned into his mouth and realized with alarm that she was nothing but a slut. Then her arms wound over his neck.
Vincent felt Tess giving him what he wanted ... and he took it. He took it hard. They both did, nipping, biting, and scratching on top of deep, urgent kissing. Then he
She shook her head. “Can’t talk about it.”
“He dropped you this quick,” he hissed, and anger sparked in his green eyes.
She finally dragged her gaze from his, not saying anything.
“I’m getting you some pizza,” he finally said.
That was good, she needed to eat before she got really drunk and told him everything, or worse, slept with him. But Finn didn’t make a move after that. He made it clear he was interested, when or if she was ready, then he told her he was closing the office and getting some shut-eye.
They stood by the lobby door, which Finn was going to leave from and lock behind him, then she was going to turn and walk to her room. For the first time.
“With the lights out and the office closed everything should be cool for you,” Finn said.
“Thanks for the beer and pizza,” she said.
“God, you’re pretty,” he muttered, then he looked as if he was going to come toward her, but forced himself back a step.
She stepped back too, thinking she should run. Then he said the most amazing thing. “I’ll be in room two if you need me.”
Before she could exclaim in amazement, he shut the door and put the key in it, lifting his chin for her to go and put the lights out like he’d shown her. She moved kind of in a daze, wondering if he always stayed in room two like that. But she found her answer soon enough when she got to her room that dead-ended in the hall behind the desk ... Finn had given her his room .
“Ohmylord,” Tess whispered, looking around the room. It was clean, the bed looked fresh and there were clean towels out. However the obviously not motel furniture, motorcycle posters still on the wall, and the sign on one closed closet door, which read, “O’Neil’s Locked Storage,” clued her in.
There were other small signs that she’d taken Finn’s room from him, which, if she was thinking at all, would be obvious. Where else does the manager and owner stay but the room behind the lobby desk?
Tess grabbed her temple, rubbing. She was so out of it not to realize, and she nearly walked out to go tell Finn she couldn’t take his room like that. But then she realized that, yes, she was just that desperate to let Finn do this for her. Because, damn it, she needed it.
After some soul searching she let Finn’s amazing gesture rest and she moved her stuff in. She needed some order and she needed bed, and she found out incredibly after she took a shower and got into bed that she really, really needed her vibrator. Why that was, when she was living with a twice-broken heart, she had no clue, but the vibe brought instant images of Vincent and hot sex, which got her off, but it felt hollow as she drifted off to sleep.
Then she woke with a scream that was muffled by the hand clamped over her mouth. Her body whipped up trying to struggle, but someone heavy ... a man ... pinned her down.
“Baby.”
Ohmylord it was Vincent! She bucked harder and really started struggling, basically screaming beneath his hand. “I won’t hurt you,” he growled. If he could have seen her face in the dark he’d know she was frantically telling him with her eyes she did not give a shit. Get off her!
“Jesus,” he snapped; she’d tried to bite his hand and was gouging her nails into his chest. “Two minutes,” he hissed. “Give me two fucking minutes. Then I’ll go.”
She stilled beneath him, but the second his hand moved from her mouth she started screaming, until his mouth came down over her lips. One minute later, she moaned into his mouth and realized with alarm that she was nothing but a slut. Then her arms wound over his neck.
Vincent felt Tess giving him what he wanted ... and he took it. He took it hard. They both did, nipping, biting, and scratching on top of deep, urgent kissing. Then he
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