earlobe as he fumbled with the key card for his room. “Hurry up, Walsh.”
Snorting, he shook his head, but had the door open in moments. He held it open for her while he reached in and flipped on the light. She deliberately slid her body against his as she walked in. The choked sound he made was almost a groan, and it sent a thrill straight to her core.
She grabbed the front of his shirt, yanked him inside the room, and slammed the door shut. “Finally.”
He opened his mouth to say something, but she was not interested in talking right now. His theater seduction had been far too effective. Shoving him against the wall next to the door, she had a second to watch his blue eyes widen in surprise before she kissed him. She bit his lower lip then pushed her tongue into his mouth. Her hands jerked at his shirt, wanting it off him, and she felt a few buttons rip in the process. This level of aggression wasn’t like her, but she was too far-gone to care right now. Her usual control and caution had evaporated like so much steam on a scorching hot day. It was exhilarating—freeing.
Then her hands were on his bare skin, satin over steel. She circled her thumbs on his nipples, loving the rush that hit her when he shuddered and moaned under her touch. He found the zipper on the side of her dress and yanked it down. The feel of his fingertips skating over her ribs sent tingles rippling across her skin. Her nipples peaked tighter, so she tweaked one of his.
He broke the kiss just long enough to pull her dress over her head and toss it aside. “Jesus, Meg. You are so amazing. I fucking love this.”
The word love coming from his mouth sent a pang through her, but he distracted her when he slid into her panties and filled his palms with her ass, squeezing, and she moaned in response. Her body arched into him, instinct overruling any rational thought her mind could generate. Though at the moment, it wasn’t generating much.
“Strip,” she ordered. “I want you naked.”
“You too.” His breathing was harsh rasps of air, his eyes glittering with diamond-hard lust. His hands went to his fly and he stepped out of his shoes as he shoved his pants and underwear down in one smooth motion.
Reaching back, she unhooked her bra and let it slide down her arms. Kicking aside her heels, she shimmied out of her panties and let them drop to the floor while she drank in the sight of Finn. All tanned skin, rippling muscles, and a hunger he didn’t bother to hide. His gaze slid over her body, burning with incandescent lust. That he wanted her so much made her feel…lush, desirable, beautiful. It wasn’t something she was used to, wasn’t something she’d even have time to get used to, but she couldn’t deny she liked it.
“Come here.” She crooked her finger at him, and that was all he seemed to need.
His arm snaked around her waist, drawing her flush against him, and her nerve endings rioted at the full body contact. The crisp hair on his chest abraded her nipples, the rough silk of his skin making her shiver with pure, unadulterated need. Moisture pulsed in her core, her sex clenching on emptiness she desperately wanted filled. He pulled her off her feet and she wrapped her legs around his waist. His cock was heavy between her thighs. Close, but not close enough to where she wanted him.
Three strides took them across the room. He turned and fell back against the mattress, taking her with him. She landed on his chest, and straddled his waist as she pushed herself upright. Wriggling down his body, she felt his chest hair rasp against her sensitized nipples.
“Condom,” he grated out.
Oh. She’d completely forgotten about protection. Something else that was unlike her. “Where?”
“In the nightstand.” He pointed. “Didn’t want to freak out the maids by leaving party favors lying around. Though I’d bet they’ve seen worse.”
“No doubt.” She knelt on the side of bed, bending to reach for the nightstand
Snorting, he shook his head, but had the door open in moments. He held it open for her while he reached in and flipped on the light. She deliberately slid her body against his as she walked in. The choked sound he made was almost a groan, and it sent a thrill straight to her core.
She grabbed the front of his shirt, yanked him inside the room, and slammed the door shut. “Finally.”
He opened his mouth to say something, but she was not interested in talking right now. His theater seduction had been far too effective. Shoving him against the wall next to the door, she had a second to watch his blue eyes widen in surprise before she kissed him. She bit his lower lip then pushed her tongue into his mouth. Her hands jerked at his shirt, wanting it off him, and she felt a few buttons rip in the process. This level of aggression wasn’t like her, but she was too far-gone to care right now. Her usual control and caution had evaporated like so much steam on a scorching hot day. It was exhilarating—freeing.
Then her hands were on his bare skin, satin over steel. She circled her thumbs on his nipples, loving the rush that hit her when he shuddered and moaned under her touch. He found the zipper on the side of her dress and yanked it down. The feel of his fingertips skating over her ribs sent tingles rippling across her skin. Her nipples peaked tighter, so she tweaked one of his.
He broke the kiss just long enough to pull her dress over her head and toss it aside. “Jesus, Meg. You are so amazing. I fucking love this.”
The word love coming from his mouth sent a pang through her, but he distracted her when he slid into her panties and filled his palms with her ass, squeezing, and she moaned in response. Her body arched into him, instinct overruling any rational thought her mind could generate. Though at the moment, it wasn’t generating much.
“Strip,” she ordered. “I want you naked.”
“You too.” His breathing was harsh rasps of air, his eyes glittering with diamond-hard lust. His hands went to his fly and he stepped out of his shoes as he shoved his pants and underwear down in one smooth motion.
Reaching back, she unhooked her bra and let it slide down her arms. Kicking aside her heels, she shimmied out of her panties and let them drop to the floor while she drank in the sight of Finn. All tanned skin, rippling muscles, and a hunger he didn’t bother to hide. His gaze slid over her body, burning with incandescent lust. That he wanted her so much made her feel…lush, desirable, beautiful. It wasn’t something she was used to, wasn’t something she’d even have time to get used to, but she couldn’t deny she liked it.
“Come here.” She crooked her finger at him, and that was all he seemed to need.
His arm snaked around her waist, drawing her flush against him, and her nerve endings rioted at the full body contact. The crisp hair on his chest abraded her nipples, the rough silk of his skin making her shiver with pure, unadulterated need. Moisture pulsed in her core, her sex clenching on emptiness she desperately wanted filled. He pulled her off her feet and she wrapped her legs around his waist. His cock was heavy between her thighs. Close, but not close enough to where she wanted him.
Three strides took them across the room. He turned and fell back against the mattress, taking her with him. She landed on his chest, and straddled his waist as she pushed herself upright. Wriggling down his body, she felt his chest hair rasp against her sensitized nipples.
“Condom,” he grated out.
Oh. She’d completely forgotten about protection. Something else that was unlike her. “Where?”
“In the nightstand.” He pointed. “Didn’t want to freak out the maids by leaving party favors lying around. Though I’d bet they’ve seen worse.”
“No doubt.” She knelt on the side of bed, bending to reach for the nightstand
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