Page 5 of The Twins

“Do this.” I ducked my head and pressed my lips to hers.

A small mewling sound came from her, then she gripped my jacket and melted against my body, her wig and notes falling to the floor.

I hauled her close, tilted my head, and deepened the kiss. God, I wanted her. She tasted of summer days as her mouth moved with mine. Our tongues tangled, and desire flooded my system.

“Finn,” she gasped. “We shouldn’t…”

“How can something so good be wrong?” I grinned, kissed her again, and pinned her to the wall with my body. This was where I wanted the amazing, talented, passionate woman who’d had my libido raging since the moment I’d met her. Up against a wall and at my mercy.

“I’ve just got you out of one mess with the law,” she said breathlessly onto my lips, “I might not be able to get you out of another one.”

“We won’t get caught.” I filled my hand with her right breast, over her clothing.

She gasped, and a tremble caught her bottom lip.

“You feel amazing,” I murmured, her flesh soft on my palm. “I’m so fucking horny for you. Haven’t felt this way in a long time.”

“I bet you say that to all the girls.”

“No…believe it or not, it’s been a while since I’ve wanted to even kiss someone, but now…” My cock surged within my pants. “Now it’s all I want to do…kiss you. Fuck you.” I hit my mouth down on hers again.

She melted onto me, and I knew the rest of the world had faded away for her the same way it had for me. And for some reason, I got the feeling it had been a while since she’d kissed anyone, too. Her social media stated that she was single, last relationship three years ago. Had she even had a one-night stand to quench the hunger that was so evident in her?

“You taste so good,” I murmured, kissing over her cheek to her ear. “So fucking good.”

She clung to me and drew one leg up to my hip.

I clasped the back of her thigh and butted my cock to the juncture of her thighs.

Her stuttering moan of longing filled my mouth. Jeez, this woman was starving. I needed to give her what she was due.

I released her breast and slipped my hand lower, under the folds of the black robe to find her clothing. She wore pants with an elastic waist, and I tucked my hand into the warmth.

“Finn…what are you—?”

“Doing?” I touched the tip of my nose to hers. “I’m going to give you what you need, what you’re crying out for.”

“You can’t.” Her chest pushed against mine with each of her fast breaths. “Not here.”

“You don’t have to do anything.” I found the elastic of her satiny knickers and delved beneath them. Her soft heat was nearly my undoing, and I had to summon all of my willpower not to undo my pants and fuck her hard and fast.

That was a step too far for the here and now.

“Just take what I give you,” I whispered onto her lips. “And say thank you.”

She didn’t respond. Instead, she appeared lost to the sensation of me pressing my fingertips to her clit.

“Rebecca…say thank you.”

“Thank you.” She swallowed noisily. “Yes. Thank you.”

I smiled and rubbed her sweet nub in a fast circle, catching the sensitive skin just above it.

“Oh God.” She tensed.

I held her tighter and fingered her clit some more.

“Just there. Yes. Just there, Finn.”