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“I think it’s clear nothing’s changed.”
She should’ve never eaten that greasy egg roll. She wiped her hands with a paper towel, swished a sip of wine in her mouth and stood up, all while keeping contact with Finn’s blue eyes.
She skirted the table, placed her hands on his shoulders, leaned over and kissed him. His mouth opened, and his soft lips caressed hers, gentle at first and then pressing with an urgency akin to her own.
She murmured against his lips, “That’s more like it.”
He acted on her encouragement, slipping a hand into the strands of her hair, cupping the back of her head and drawing her in closer. This time his kiss scorched her lips, branding her somewhere deep inside, taking possession of her soul. If she’d had any doubts before that the boy had grown into a man, this kiss torched those doubts and turned them to ash.
He pulled her into his lap, and she straddled him, the tip of her shoe resting against the box that contained hersister’s case files. As she toyed with the edge of his T-shirt, she asked, “Do you have a bedroom in this hideaway?”
Without missing a beat, Finn stood up with her legs wrapped around his waist. Bodhi thumped his tail a couple of times as Finn stepped over him on the way to the bedroom.
Finn nudged the door open with his foot and turned slowly in the middle of the room, so she could get the full effect of the large wall of glass facing the dark ripples of the bay.
As he placed her on the bed, she huffed out a breath, curling her legs beneath her. “Anyone could be out there in a boat, peering into your house.”
He reached across her and fumbled with a remote. A set of dark drapes automatically slid across the window, casting the room in blackness. He tapped on a small bedside lamp. “Is that better?”
“I’ll tell you in a minute.” She gathered handfuls of his shirt and tugged.
He raised his arms, and she sat up on her knees to pull the shirt over his head. Running her hands along the hard ridge of muscle on his chest, she planted a kiss on his collarbone. “How does a professor get this hard?”
“I’ll tell you in a minute.”
Giggling like a tipsy sorority girl, Jessica fell back on the bed and pulled her phone from the pocket of her sweater. She placed it on the nightstand, next to the light highlighting all the bulges and planes of Finn’s half-naked torso.
She shrugged out of the sweater. “I need to catch up.”
“I can help you with that.” Placing his knees on either side of her hips, he peeled her shirt from her body andyanked it over her head. He tossed it over his shoulder as she scrambled out of her bra.
He caught his breath and whispered, “Beautiful.”
She arched her back, and he fitted one hand against her spine while he pressed a trail of kisses from her throat to her belly. She squirmed beneath him, heat searing through her veins.
Hooking his finger in the waistband of her jeans, he said, “You’re gonna have to stop wriggling around like that. I’m only human.”
“Prove it.” Her fingers clawed at the button on his fly, but her impatient hands couldn’t do the deed.
He unzipped and yanked his jeans and briefs down his muscled thighs. He rolled off the bed to kick them off, and she took the opportunity to shimmy out of her own jeans and the socks still covering her feet.
Bodhi’s soft head brushed her foot as he absconded with one of her socks, but the dog was in luck tonight as she had other things on her mind.
When Finn joined her on the bed, he stretched out beside her, and their busy hands explored each other’s bodies. They punctuated their exploration with hungry kisses, prolonging the buildup to excruciating heights.
She waited ten years for this; what was five or ten minutes until ecstasy?
Her cell phone buzzed on the nightstand. She laced her fingers through Finn’s hair as he imprinted a row of kisses down the inside of her thigh.
“I have to see who it is, in case it’s my boss.”
Finn growled in the back of his throat, but he rolled to his side as she scooted up and reached over to slide her phone from the nightstand.
Finn’s rough voice came from somewhere near her left hip. “Is it your boss?”
She stared at the name and bit the inside of her cheek. “It’s Ashley King. It might be important.”
Finn grumbled. “It’s after ten.”