Finn shifted his attention to her other breast, eliciting the same penetrating response. She was panting, her mind fracturing as sensation after sensation poured through her body. He pulled away from her and she murmured in protest, her hands reaching for him.
“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” he said, his voice uneven.
He rose to his feet and offered her his hand to help her up. She was grateful to him for that as her legs felt like water, almost incapable of holding her up. As if he knew, he swept one arm behind her back, the other behind her knees, and lifted her into his arms. Instinctively she burrowed her face in his chest. Her lips caressing the smooth skin, her hands now clasped around his neck.
“Which one?” he asked, his breathing barely changing as he carried her.
“Second on the right,” she whispered.
When they reached the door, he slid her to her feet, stabilizing her with his solid presence. She reached up, cupping his face between her hands and, going up on tiptoe, she kissed him—long and deep, leaving him in no doubt that she wanted every second of what was yet to come.
Outside it was growing dark and she pulled away to close the bedroom drapes. Even though there was no chance anyone could see them from the roadside, she wanted to close them in, to cocoon them in their own little world. He sat on the bed and toed off his loafers and shed his socks as she moved around, lighting the candles she’d placed throughout the room—just in case tonight would end this way.
“Come here,” Finn said as he sat with his legs spread wide on the edge of the bed.
Tamsyn moved between them, resting her hands on his shoulders. He flicked one nipple lightly with the tip of his finger.
“A man could be forgiven for thinking he’s being seduced,” he said with a knowing smile.
“A man could,” she agreed with a laugh, loving that even as her body wound tight as a drum, they could still find humor in their situation.
“Should I be asking what your intentions are?”
“Only if you’re man enough to hear them,” she teased, lifting her hands up to pull the pins from her hair, one by one, until it tumbled over her bare shoulder, tendrils teasing her breasts.
She reached behind her to unzip her skirt, let it drop in a cascade of color and softness and kicked it away from her feet. Finn’s eyes roamed her body as she stood there, dressed only in a scrap of café au lait–colored lace and satin. The appreciation, the marvel on his face gave her a strength she’d never known she was capable of possessing.
Emboldened, Tamsyn skimmed her hands over her belly and up over her rib cage, until she cupped her breasts in both hands. His eyes darkened, his tongue swept out to moisten his lips and she saw a tremor rock through him as she squeezed her nipples between thumbs and forefingers. Moisture pooled, hot and slick, at the apex of her thighs—a steady throb building there as she tweaked and pulled, caught in the spotlight of his stare.
Finn’s hands went to the belt of his jeans, making fast—if unsteady—work of the buckle.
“Too damn many clothes,” he said through clenched teeth, his eyes never straying from her body.
In seconds he had unbuttoned his fly and shoved his jeans and boxers down over his hips. His erection sprang free, the rigid flesh jutting proudly from a nest of dark curls.
“Man enough for you?” he asked, a tiny smile playing around his lips.
She smiled in return, moving forward to straddle his thighs, her hands at his shoulders. She felt his length twitch against her.
“Oh, I think you’ll do,” she answered, shifting so she could reach one hand between them.
She wrapped her fingers around the thick, hot shaft and stroked him from base to tip, then shifted slightly so she could reach the small box she’d secreted under her pillow after remaking her bed today. “I think we need to move on to the next step.”
“I think you’re right and I see you’re prepared.”
She tapped herself on the chest with one finger. “Event manager, I’m always prepared.”
He started to speak, but his words were lost on a hiss of air as she began to apply a condom, adroitly smoothing the thin sheath over his penis.
“I’m an event?” he asked, keeping things light even though his voice was strained.
“No,” she corrected him, moving her hips so he was positioned at her entrance. “We are.”
Banter ceased the instant she began to slide down, to accept him into her body. Tiny shocks zapped her as her muscles accommodated his size. She moaned in pleasure, unable to hold back as he filled her, stretched her, completed her. Finn’s hands gripped her hips and he lifted her slowly, hesitating for what felt like an aeon before inching her down again.