to do things with him that she’d told herself she wouldn’t do again. “Finn—”
Finn groaned again, a near growl. “Love the sound of my name on your lips,” he said and sucked hard, his hands pushing her dress up her thighs as he did.
“Oh no,” she said, and right then, with his teeth gently biting down on her nipple and his hands up her dress, he froze.
“No?” he repeated.
“No, as in I’m not going to be the first one naked this time,” she clarified. “Why am I always the first one naked?”
“Because you look amazing naked. Here, let me show you—”
“Now just hold on,” she said with a low laugh, feeling dizzy with lust. “Good God, you’re potent.” She shoved his shirt up his chest and hummed in thrilled delight at the sight of his exposed torso. “Off,” she demanded.
He took a hand off her thigh, fisted it in his shirt between his shoulder blades and yanked it over his head, never taking his eyes from hers, immediately going back to the business of driving her right out of her ever-loving mind.
Her hands slid down his bare chest over his abs, which were rigid and taut enough that even though he was sitting, there was no fat ripple. If she didn’t want him so badly, she’d hate him for it. She popped open his button-fly jeans and a most impressive erection sprang free into her hands.
He was commando.
“Laundry day,” he said.
She stared at him and then laughed. She had him full and hard in her hands, and she was hot and achy and already wet for him, and she was laughing.
“It’s not nice to laugh at a naked man,” he said, smiling at her, not insulted in the least, the cocky bastard, and it only made her laugh harder.
“I’m sorry,” she managed on a snort.
Straightening up, causing those delicious ab muscles to crunch, he nipped her jaw. “You don’t look sorry.”
She stroked his hard length and her body practically vibrated for him. “I’ll work on that,” she managed as he pushed up the hem of her sundress.
Her amusement backed up in her throat.
Air brushed over her upper thighs now. Her panties were tiny, enough that when Finn reached his hands around to her ass, there was bare cheek groping.
“Mmm,” rumbled approvingly from his throat. His fingers dug in a little, cupping, squeezing, and then slipped beneath the lace, making her quiver.
“Hold this,” he said.
She automatically took hold of her own dress at her waist. She felt hot. Achy. Desperate. She was already straddling him but his big hands adjusted her legs so that the two of them fit together like two pieces of a puzzle.
“Yeah,” he said. “Like that.” And then he scraped aside her little scrap of panties and stilled as he got a good look at what he’d exposed.
And that’s when she remembered the Brazilian. “It’s Elle’s fault,” she blurted out.
“Oh Christ, Pru.” He stroked a reverent finger across her exposed flesh.
Her exposed, bare flesh. “She took me and Willa to the spa and—”
The pad of Finn’s finger came away wet and he groaned.
“—the next thing I knew . . .” she trailed off when, holding her gaze, he sucked his finger into his mouth. “So . . . you like?” she whispered.
“Love.” His hands went to her hips and he lifted her up to the table, plopping her on the wood surface. Then, calm as you please, he scooted his chair in close, draped her legs over his shoulders, lowered his head and . . .
Oh. Oh. Her last coherent thought was that maybe Elle had been onto something . . .
“Missed the taste of you,” Finn murmured a few minutes later, when he’d rendered her boneless. And not very many minutes either. He shifted back, and afraid he was going away, she made a small whisper of protest and clutched at him.
Flashing her a smile, he reached behind him, pulling his wallet from his back pocket.
“It’s a little late to exchange business cards, isn’t it?” she asked, trying to make light of their compromising situation because as was already established, her mouth never knew when to stay zipped.
He pulled out a condom.
“Right,” she said. Damn, she should have thought of that. Problem was, at the moment, with her dress basically a belt around her waist, exposing all her goodies, she was incapable of thought.
“You take my breath,” he said, eyes on her as he tore the packet open with his teeth and then rolled the condom