Hot Mess - Elise Faber Page 0,44

in the black silk dress that had been driving him crazy all night.

“I got the bill.”

“What?”

She grinned, patted him on the cheek. “Let’s go on that walk now.”

“Shannon—”

She strode to the front door of the restaurant, hips swaying, making his cock twitch, fists clench with the urge to catch up to her, tug her back against him and show her exactly what those heels and her dress and that fucking incredible strut did to him.

Instead, he hurried to catch up, to move beyond her, and open the front door.

That got him a heated smile, a brush of her body against his as she moved through.

He followed her, slipping an arm around her waist. “Blue Eyes—”

“Is this about the bill?” She melted against him, one hand coming up to rest on his chest. “Or the fact that all night I’ve been imagining you clearing the food from our table with one arm and spreading me on the table and eating me instead?” A beat, her lips finding his ear. “And that I think you’ve been doing the same.”

Well, he damn sure was now.

“Shan.”

“Let’s walk back to your place,” she said.

He didn’t stop her when she led them down the path toward the beach one block over, helped her when she paused and lifted one foot then the other to slip off her shoes. When they were dangling from her fingertips, she turned to him and pressed her lips to his.

Heat exploded.

He tugged her against him, banded his arms tightly around her, and kissed her until he had forgotten about the table and instead wanted to spread her out on the sand and—

She broke away, lips swollen, breaths coming in rapid gusts.

His weren’t any steadier. “You shouldn’t have paid for dinner,” he said, tugging her against his side and turning them in the direction of his house.

She glanced up at him, amusement dancing across her face. “You gave me a kiss like that, and you’re worried about the bill.”

“I was taking you out, Blue Eyes.” He ran a finger down her nose. “It was supposed to be my treat.”

“And when was the last time someone treated you?” she murmured.

His retort caught in the back of his throat because . . . he couldn’t remember.

“Yeah,” she said. “That’s why.” She nudged him with her shoulder as they came to his deck, but instead of stopping there and sitting in one of the chairs, as had become their routine for most nights they’d spent together, she bypassed the furniture and went to his front door.

He followed her, hesitated. “I said slow, remember?”

“Yeah, I remember.” But then she reached into his pocket, pulled out the keys, then unlocked the front door. “However, I didn’t say slow. Come inside and kiss me, Finn.” She pushed it open and spun around to face him. “But this time, kiss me all over.”

His need was a red haze in the back of his eyes. His desire warred with the need to protect her.

Shan stepped inside, heels hitting the floor, her hands coming to the buttons of her coat.

One undone.

The next.

It landed with a whisper of sound next to her heels.

She reached for the zipper on the side of her dress.

And Finn stopped watching.

He moved.

Across the floor, kicking the door shut behind him, pausing the barest second to flip the lock, then he was striding toward Shan, scooping her up into his arms and carrying her down the hall.

Her breath was hot against his throat for the barest second before her tongue flicked out, caressing his skin, lips pressing, teeth nipping and making him jump and groan. Fingers fisting in his hair, her breasts against his chest. He prowled through his room, dumped her onto the bed, and followed her down.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he said and then, because her lips were there and so fucking tempting, he kissed her.

Had just kissing a woman ever been this good?

Never.

Otherwise he would have never stopped doing it.

With Shannon, everything was more intense, evoked bigger emotions, everything was just . . . more.

Her hands slid from his nape, down his spine, nails digging in, and somehow his cock got even harder. He shifted, leaning back so he could trail a hand up her leg, reveling in the silky skin, liking it too much when she wrapped it around his hips.

“Finn,” she groaned when his hand continued its movements, tracing up her side, finding the hidden zipper beneath her arm and tugging it down.

She released him long enough to slip her arms free