Hot Mess - Elise Faber Page 0,46

eyes hot, pussy . . . so . . . damned . . . close.

Her hips dropped and she took him inside.

Fucking hell.

No. Fucking heaven.

His eyes rolled back as she slid down the length of him, taking him until he bottomed out inside her, pussy clenching tightly around him.

She rocked against him. “Finn. I—mmm—I need—”

He moved, flipping them over, lifting one thigh and wrapping it around his waist as he slid in and out, in and out. As he moved faster, deeper, harder. It was too fast. Too hard. Too deep. He knew he should slow down, even as flames licked up his spine, need coiling in his abdomen, the red haze expanding and covering his vision. His orgasm was close. Too close.

But then Shannon wrapped her other leg around him, tilting her pelvis, taking him deeper, moaning his name. “More,” she gasped when he hit just the right spot. “Right there. Oh God.”

Her head flew back, her pussy clenched around his cock, and—

She moaned as she flew over the edge again.

And he lost his battle with slow, pounding into her faster and faster until he exploded, until he lost himself to the most powerful orgasm of his life.

His heart was racing, sweat was dripping down his spine, and his head spun, but he still managed to not collapse on top of Shan, to roll to the side and tug her close instead, then to ask, “Where did you hide that condom?”

Not that.

He’d meant to talk about how great this was, how much she meant, how he’d somehow fallen for this woman in no time at all, and yet it meant more than any other relationship he’d ever had.

Shan laughed, head tilting, eyes finding his, lips curved and so gorgeous that she took his breath away, all over again. “I’ll tell you another time.”

He grinned, kissed her.

Then he held her tight and let his eyes drift closed.

Just for a few minutes.

Seventeen

Trucks and Morning Wood

Shannon

She started to roll over but found herself pressed to the mattress by a heavy arm and leg.

A heavy, male arm and leg.

Her pulse raced for a moment before she remembered Finn. The glorious night with him. The message from his sister telling them she was going to crash on Shannon’s couch and not to feel like they had to rush back.

Which had ended up with them definitely not rushing back home.

It had also ended with them breaking into Finn’s condom supply rather than hers.

Three times in one night. That must be a record. A movie star record.

She grinned, stifling a giggle since that movie star was currently snoring softly in her ear.

All the agents and publicists in the world couldn’t take that out of a man.

She shifted, wincing slightly—because three times. Worth it, for sure. But also, her body wasn’t exactly primed and ready to go after her failed marriage. It was certainly primed and ready to go now, though.

Finn held her tightly, his warmth having led her to kick off the blankets, his stubble catching her hair, the spicy, male scent of him surrounding her.

Round four, despite the soreness, sounded very appealing.

She sighed, pressed lightly against his chest. Before round four, however, she needed the bathroom, to brush her teeth, and to check her phone to make sure all was good with Ry.

It was still dark outside, the first rays of the morning just barely peeking over the horizon to warm the sky from black to navy, so Rylie wouldn’t be awake yet, especially after the excitement of the night before. Plus, Shannon had purposely turned off the Do Not Disturb, just in case Lexy had needed to reach her.

No calls or texts had come through.

So, she felt safe in a bathroom, teeth, check cell, then round four game plan.

But she had to wriggle her way out of Finn’s octopus limbs first.

She stifled a giggle when she slipped a leg free, only to have him roll over and pin her to the mattress, his hand sliding up into her hair and weaving into the locks there. His hips inched forward and . . . hello, morning wood.

Maybe round four would happen first.

That thought had the stifled giggle emerging.

Finn ran his jaw along hers. “Mornin’,” he murmured.

“Morn—”

He kissed her. Shan froze for a millisecond—because hello, morning breath—but then his tongue slipped between her lips and she wasn’t thinking of her probable dragon breath. She was kissing Finn, and the spicy, intoxicating taste of him was just as good in the morning as it was any other