Page 20 of Dublin Charmer (Emerald Isle Mafia #5)
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Nyx
B ack in Finn’s room, I try not to obsess with the king-sized bed dominating the side wall of the space.
Finn pulls up a chair for me at his desk, and I set my laptop down next to his. The leather of his chair creaks as he sinks into position and he gestures to one of the small cabinet doors at the front of his bookshelf. “I’ve got every type of cable or connector ye might need in there.”
I chuckle and unzip my backpack. “I’m a self-sufficient woman. I don’t need a man. I’m prepared for any occasion.”
“I have no doubt.” He laughs as he types, pulling up the databases he mentioned. The glow of the screen casts soft shadows on his face, highlighting those emerald eyes that seem to pierce through all my defenses. “I’m assuming ye took still shots of the guards?”
“I did. I’ll forward them to you now. Where do you want them?”
As the two of us organize the transfer of information, we seem to sync up. It usually takes me a long time before I’m comfortable working on a project with another technophile. With Finn, it comes as second nature.
Maybe it was all those hours battling head-to-head.
Either way, the two of us have an amazingly easy rhythm.
“All right. I’ve set the search running on the guards. With any luck, we’ll identify them and then we can track their comings and goings from their homes.”
Could this really be happening? In the past months I’ve tried to find the location using every tech resource I had. I’ve also stalked all Gravely’s property holdings. If this plan works, it just might get me closer than I’ve managed alone in months.
Then, once I have Gio home, I’m going after Gravely.
My mind races through countless scenarios while I watch the code unfold before us. I feel electrified—not just from the thrill of doing what we do but from Finn’s presence beside me. There is an intensity that buzzes under my skin, building like static electricity before a storm.
The faces of the guards are lined up along the left side of the screen as flashing images of potential matches scroll through photos at a blurring pace.
“How long do you think it’ll take?” I ask, squinting at the images flickering before us.
“Not long if they’re in the system. There’s no guarantee they are. There’s also the chance that they’re part of Gravely’s mercenary crew. Most of those assholes have had their identities wiped and their personal data removed from all databases.
The search continues, images flashing before us faster than we can process them. The excitement of my anticipation soon becomes tension when nothing comes back for us.
Finn must read the disappointment in my expression because he stands up and gathers my wrists in his hand and pulls me to my feet. “A watched search never hits.”
I chuckle. “I think that’s actually about a pot boiling.”
“Same same.” The point is, this could take twenty minutes or it could take two hours. Let’s not get wrapped up in staring at a screen.”
I arch a brow. “You mentioned downstairs that you had a few ideas about how to pass the time.”
His grin widens and his dimple is so damned cute. “I’m an idea guy. A never-ending source of inspiration.”
The air between us thickens with sexual energy, the chemistry we share growing more palpable—a magnetic force pulling us together.
Finn stretches slightly with an easy grace and turns me to look at his bed. He steps behind me, his hands coming around my hips as he presses up against my backside.
“Ye know,” he starts slowly, voice low and husky like velvet brushed against my skin, “when we spent those late nights battling for control of our networks, I never imagined we’d end up here together.”
Heat coils low in my belly as his hand slides under the bottom edge of my shirt and his fingers spay across the gem pierced in my bellybutton.
“Me neither. But I can honestly say, before I saw you at that party and kissed you on that dance floor, I was already drawn to how you handle yourself in the cyber-world. It’s really sexy how good you are. ”
His hand rises to cover my breast, and I suck in a breath as he gives my nipple a gentle pinch. “I felt the same way. I was intrigued long before I knew how absolutely fuckable ye were.”
The world outside seems non-existent as his other hand goes for the fastener of my pants.
I tilt my head back to look at him over my shoulder, my breathing coming quick, my body zinging to life with something more profound than simple need. “Finn…”
He silences whatever hesitation lingers on my tongue by spinning me in his arms and claiming my mouth. His lips find mine with a fierceness that sets me on fire. Finn is demanding, and all reason flees from my mind like smoke blown away by a strong wind.
Every kiss ignites something within me. It’s an insatiable fire fed by longing and desperation that spirals out of control as he deepens it further.
My fingers tighten in his hair, pulling him closer until we’re crushed together as one. His body presses against mine, his solid muscle molded against my softness. Every second we spend tangled together like this amps me up even higher.
The thrill of being with this man is escalating dangerously quickly. Still, I don’t want to stop. I don’t want to slow down. I want to lose myself in hot sex and life-shattering orgasms.
But part of me feels guilty.
Is it wrong for me to be doing this with Gio still trapped somewhere under Gravely’s thumb? Am I entitled to a brief respite? I’ve been dedicated to finding him for months and haven’t spared a moment to think about myself.
And also… I’m not sure I could resist even if I tried.
Our bodies move together as if choreographed by some shared natural force, a delicious urgency coursing through our veins while we carelessly shed our clothes onto the floor until nothing remains but skin brushing against skin.
“Are ye sure?” His breath hitches as we break apart for a brief moment, his gaze searching mine for confirmation.
I meet the heavy-lidded desire in those emerald eyes and reply without hesitation. “Oh, I’m sure.”
And just like that… there’s no turning back.
In one fluid motion, Finn sweeps me off my feet and carries me toward his bed, a luxurious expanse covered with dark blankets.
He lays me down and then shifts to the end of the bed.
His fingers encircle my ankles and then slide up the inside of my calves.
The heat of his touch inches its way up my tender flesh.
It’s intimate and sends a wave of tingles across my flesh.
When he reaches my knees, he presses my legs open wider and stares at my core unabashed. “Och, look how beautifully ye weep for me.”
I swallow, my mouth flooded as desire and impatience war within.
Finn’s gaze is heavy with desire. It roams over my naked body spread out on his bed like an offering. His eyes linger on every curve, every valley, as if committing them to memory. There’s something primal in his stare, a hunger that sends a shiver of anticipation down my spine.
He lowers himself onto the bed, the heat of his body washing over me, as his lips claim my mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue dances with mine, a teasing preview of what’s to come. I can taste his desire, feel it in the way his body presses against mine, hard and insistent.
He breaks the connection and trails hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, across my collarbone, and down to my breasts. There’s no rush. He takes his time, lavishing each nipple with attention, his tongue swirling before sucking the tight bud into his mouth.
I arch into him, a gasp escaping my lips as pleasure shoots through me.
“Like that, do ye?” Finn murmurs against my skin, his voice thick with lust, a low rumble that vibrates through me. I can only nod, my breath coming in short pants as he continues his exploration of my body.
His mouth moves lower, kissing every inch of skin as if it were sacred ground. I squirm beneath him, impatient for more, but he takes his time, building the anticipation until I’m a writhing mess of need.
When he finally settles between my legs, his broad shoulders pushing my thighs apart, I’m already on the edge. He looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire, a wicked grin playing on his lips. “Ye’ve neglected yer needs too long, baby. It seems I’ve got my work cut out for me.”
I chuckle. “Oh? And what does that look like?”
Like a purring cat, he brushes his cheek against the inside of my thigh, the stubble of his jaw tickling my sensitive flesh. “Doesn’t matter what it looks like—it’s what it feels like that’s important.”
The heat of his breath warms my core, and it sends a shiver of anticipation through me. He lowers his head, his tongue parting my folds with a long, slow lick. I cry out at the first touch and then he drops his head and takes me with his mouth.
He’s not gentle, not tentative.
He devours me, his tongue licking and sucking, his teeth nibbling and teasing.
My hands fist in his hair, holding him to me as I flex my hips and grind against his mouth. Pleasure coils in my belly, tight and hot, threatening to explode at any moment. Finn seems to sense it, his movements becoming more urgent, more demanding.
“Finn,” I gasp, his name a plea on my lips.
He looks up at me, his mouth glistening with my arousal. “I fucking love hearing my name on yer lips. I want to hear it when I make ye come, baby. All our bedrooms are soundproof, so don’t hold back.”
With our gazes locked, he slides two long fingers inside me and thrusts. “Come for me, Emilia. Come hard and scream my name.”
He drops his mouth, claims my clit, and sends me spiraling over the edge. My orgasm crashes through me, waves of pleasure pulsing through my body as I cry out his name.
Finn doesn’t stop, continuing to devour me through my orgasm, drawing out every drop of pleasure. When the waves finally subside, I’m left panting and boneless.
Apparently satisfied that he has reduced me to a heaving heap, my skin slick with sweat, he climbs up my body.
Hovering over me, he wipes his palm over his mouth, and then claims my lips in a slow, languid kiss.
I taste the musky tang of my release on him, and it sends a fresh wave of desire coursing through me.
He pulls back, his eyes searching mine. “Yer incredible.”
I smile up at him, my heart still pounding in my chest. “You’re not so bad yourself.
I see why they call you the Dublin Charmer.
But just for curiosity’s sake, how many of Dublin’s women did you have to devour like that to get that as your name?
And are your brother’s jealous, because I think you won the fangirl moniker competition? ”
He chuckles, the sound low and sexy. “I dunno. It puts a lot of pressure on me to live up to my name.”
I smile. “I think you did all right.”
“Did? Och, no, luv. There’s no past-tense. I’m just getting started.”
His eyes darken with promise as he leans down to kiss me again. I have no idea what it is between the two of us, but our chemistry is explosive. And if we burn hot and burn out, it’ll be one hell of a ride to get to the end.
“Tell me you’ve got an entire drawer full of condoms.”
He chuckles next to my ear. “I’ve got us covered, luv. Don’t worry about that.”