The Secrets She Must Tell - Lucy King Page 0,33

it was obvious,’ she murmured, moving her hands up over the muscles of his chest while staring at his mouth.

His jaw clenched and his fists tightened. ‘I’d advise you to stop.’

‘Why?’

Yes, why? his body screamed while his brain fought to be heard. ‘Because you’re playing with fire.’

‘I’m more than happy to be burned.’

‘You’ve been ill.’

‘I’m much better now.’

But she still had some way to go. He’d done the research and witnessed her occasional off day. She was by no means totally well yet. ‘That’s irrelevant.’

‘All that’s relevant right now is that I want you and you want me.’

Not much point in denying it, really. He needed her so badly he was in physical pain and it was becoming blatantly obvious. Nevertheless...

‘What I want doesn’t come into it,’ he muttered though gritted teeth.

‘Yet here we are, all partnered up.’

‘For the sake of our son.’

She tilted her head as she lifted her gaze to his, her brown eyes shimmering in the soft light. ‘Are you sure about that?’

He had been once. Right now he wasn’t sure he could even remember his own name. Her scent and her warmth were destroying his faculties. All he could think of was how good it had been between them and how desperately he wanted to find out if it still could be. ‘One hundred per cent.’

‘So selfless,’ she said with the hint of a smile.

‘Don’t patronise me.’

‘The tension is driving you nuts, isn’t it?’

‘What tension?’ he ground out.

‘We could make it go away. I could make it go away.’

She ran her hands along his shoulders and down his arms and he shuddered. He had to take a step back, out of her orbit. He had to break the spell she was weaving around him. His thundering heart couldn’t take much more and his self-control was fast unravelling. But he couldn’t move. His feet appeared to have taken root. And his grip on his sanity, already loosened by weeks of frustration, was slipping away.

‘Leave me alone, Georgie,’ he said, but the protest was weak and he knew she knew it.

‘Give me one last shot and, if you really insist, then I’ll go.’

He couldn’t speak for trying to drum up the will to insist she leave, regardless of what she did next, and she seemed to take his silence as assent, which maybe it foolishly and recklessly was, because before he knew what she was planning, before he could brace himself for what she might say or do, she’d let go of him, reached down, and gripped the hem of her top.

And as she whipped it off and tossed it to the floor, exposing her lace-covered breasts and inches of beautiful, creamy skin to his ravenous gaze, Finn felt what was left of his resistance crumble and the last remaining vestiges of his self-control shatter.

When, suddenly galvanised into action after minutes of rock-solid stillness, Finn hauled her into his arms and his mouth crashed down on hers, Georgie’s first thought was, oh, thank heavens for that. She hadn’t known what she would have done next had he rejected her bold move. Back away and flee, most probably, because there was taking a leaf out of his book and not stopping until one got what one wanted, and then there was harassment.

Now, though, as he held her tightly and kissed her as if his life depended on it, she couldn’t think at all. Her head was swimming and the electricity zinging through her as a result of his chest hair rubbing against her sensitised skin was enough to power the national grid. She’d forgotten how very good he was at this, how good they were together, and she kissed him back with equal fervour.

When at last Finn lifted his head, his eyes were so dark they were almost black and his breathing was as ragged as hers. ‘You really don’t play fair,’ she heard him murmur harshly over the thunder of her heart.

‘You’re a hard man to crack.’

‘You have no idea how hard I’ve been.’

She arched her back, pressing her hips more firmly to his, and gave him a quick grin. ‘I think I may have some.’

His gaze bored into hers and she shivered. ‘Are you sure about this?’

‘Yes.’

‘What exactly do you want from me?’ he persisted.

‘Not sex.’

He stilled for a moment and eased back, his expression tortured. ‘OK, then,’ he said, clearly grappling to contain his surprise and disappointment. ‘OK.’ And then, hoarsely, ‘Out of interest, why not?’

‘It’s too risky,’ she clarified swiftly to put him out of