throat.
“Ordinarily I’d insist on a short getting to know you period,” she husked, trailing her hands across his chest. Her brogue was more pronounced than usual, and he realized she slipped back into the familiar and perhaps comforting cadence of speech when her emotions were heightened. “But you’ve been teasin’ and tormentin’ me somethin’ fierce these last weeks, boyo.” Her thumbs raked across his nipples, making him jerk in response. That slow, sexy smile curved her lips again. “Let’s get down to business, then, shall we?”
What had followed had been the hottest sex of his life.
They’d fit together like they’d been custom made for one another. Afterward, though, things had gotten awkward between them. Instead of curling up in his arms for a postcoital snooze, Keira had muttered something about not wanting to get into a serious relationship, and he’d mumbled something along the same lines.
By unspoken agreement they’d put distance between them. The truth of the matter was, while their lovemaking had been fulfilling on a level he’d never before experienced, he wasn’t about to trade one type of servitude for another. Doing this “job” for his father was the means to an end. He wanted to be free, not tied down.
Since Keira had also denied any desire for a serious relationship, he figured she’d be a safe bet for what he needed tonight. No-strings-attached sex. Even if she was the only woman who’d enticed him in a long while, he didn’t have time for anything else, not in the short period he had to complete his mission.
He wended his way through the couples on the dance floor until he reached her. Her dark blue dress glimmered in the light. As she danced, he could see the bare skin of her back each time her hair moved. Or when the incubus slid his hand down to cup her ass.
Finn clenched his jaw. With two rigid fingers he tapped her companion’s shoulder. Hard. “I’m cutting in.” His voice came out in a low, predatory growl that irritated him. It wasn’t like he and Keira were exclusive, after all. She could dance with whoever the hell she wanted to. She could also have sex with whoever she wanted to.
That didn’t mean he had to like it.
With the mood he was in, Finn wouldn’t have minded a decent, down and dirty fight, but unfortunately her dance partner wasn’t an idiot. “Sure thing.” The incubus gave a smile to Keira, handed her over to Finn, and turned away without another word.
Finn watched him walk away and then looked down at the woman standing in front of him. Her dress was almost as low cut in the front as it was in the back, showing off the delectable slopes of her breasts and the pale, smooth skin of her upper abdomen. The fresh, sweet-grass smell of heather he always associated with her wafted to his nostrils. He drew in a breath, holding her scent in his lungs a moment before exhaling. “It’s nice to see you, Keira. You look beautiful as always.”
“Thank you.” Her gaze tracked the incubus for a moment before she looked at Finn again. Her lips curled upward, her reaction one of indulgent amusement rather than outrage at his high-handedness. “You’re looking fine yourself. How’ve you been?” she asked, her tones as lilting as if she’d just arrived off a plane from Ireland the day before. “I haven’t seen much of you lately.”
“I’ve been busy. Work,” he explained. He didn’t want to talk about what he’d been doing the last few months. He couldn’t talk about it. She knew enough about him to know he was no stranger to keeping secrets. In his line of work it was necessary. Couldn’t have his target running off because they’d heard Finn the Enforcer was after them. Or have the rogue group close its doors because they found out a nonbeliever was trying to infiltrate them. “What’ve you been up to?”
Suddenly serious blue eyes stared into his. “Oh, a little of this, a little of that.”
Keira was no stranger to secrets, either. She was one of the most private people he’d ever met, and that was saying something. Every preternatural alive had learned to exist by hiding their true nature. But Keira took keeping her privacy to a whole new level.
She freed her hand from his. “I’ve been around, boyo. You’re the one who’s been scarce.” Her fingers drifted across his shoulder to stroke through the hair at the nape of his neck. Heat