“Yeah, I do, thanks.” Finn climbed out of the hot tub and reached for a towel. He didn’t want a sandwich, but he wanted Maya to leave. He needed to talk to Sam—alone. “I’ll be down in a few minutes.”
“Sure thing.” Maya ran her eyes down his long frame. “Looking good.”
“Maya!” Finn wrapped the towel around his waist, laughing as she blew him a kiss before heading downstairs to the kitchen.
“Toastie in twenty!”
Finn barely heard her call back up the stairs. He walked down the hall toward the dressing room door. Pausing, he laid his hand on the warm oak panel and closed his eyes. Was this a good idea—talking to Sam? Telling her that he’d messed up by not kissing her in the hot tub, by not takingher hint? Her lips had been ready to be kissed, plump and pink. He should have kissed her. At the very least they needed to talk about what had happened between them, now more than ever. Especially as Maya was in on the charade too. They clearly had some tension between them, and they needed to clear that up or else, as Maya had said, the camera never lies, and they’d fool no one. Opening his eyes he pushed the door and stepped into the dimly lit space.
The sound of running water drew him to the back of the room where the shape of Sam’s curvy body was just about visible behind the steamed glass door of the luxurious double shower. She was facing away from him, still wearing her swimsuit, the pale pink almost the same color as her skin. She almost looked naked. His cock flickered into life thinking of Sam’s soft skin, of touching her and having her come alive in his arms. Stepping closer, he cleared his throat. Sam turned her head; her blonde hair, wet and dark, clung to her shoulders. She wiped the steamy glass leaving a clear streak. Her eyes ran over his body.
“Finn!” She swiped water from her face. “What …”
Finn opened the shower door. Steam billowed out, engulfing him, making his body goose-bump all over. “Can I come in?” His voice rumbled in his chest, thick with the words he wanted to say—and everything he was terrified to.
Sam nodded mutely. Her eyes widened as he dropped his towel, before stepping into the shower.
“I messed up.” He locked eyes with hers. He felt his cockrise, the ache unmistakable, but it was his words that made his pulse quicken, hoping she’d understand. “I think the rules are stupid too.”
Sam gasped. “You do?” She glanced down, then back up again. A surprised smile on her lips. Water sluiced down her shoulders and over her breasts. His throat went dry, and he cursed his cock for giving him away. He cleared his throat.
“Rules are made to be broken.” He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her, from how delicious she looked, all wet and wide-eyed. His fingers twitched to touch her, but he fought the urge, even as his mind screamed at him to reach for her. He breathed out unsteadily. Every nerve in his body on edge. “What do you think?”
“Finn …” Sam swallowed. She brushed water from her forehead before laying her hand on his chest. He gasped, loving how soft and tiny her hand felt. What would it feel like wrapped around his cock?
“Tell me if you want this, Sam,” Finn said, his voice hoarse, his pulse thundering in his ears. He forced himself to stay still, to wait for her response. It was torture. Hot water splashed against his chest as Sam took a half step toward him, stopping inches from her body meeting his. It took all his resolve not to reach for her. He swallowed, feeling his Adam’s apple bob, and wondered if she knew the effect she was having on him.Please, Sam, don’t make me wait.His hand itched to grasp her and pull her against him. His skin longed for hers against his. He wanted to hold her face in his hands, to kiss her, taste her sweet mouth before nipping down the side of her neck and … Lord, how heneededher.
“I do.” Sam looked up at him, blinking as the water splashed up at her face. “God, I really,reallydo. Touch me, Finn. Please.”
Finn growled. His heart pounded as he lowered his lips to hers, his hands tangled in her hair as she sighed against him. Her mouth was warm, soft and tasted like cherries, ripe and sweet. She pressed up against him, her whole body hot and eager, and he almost cried out. This was the moment he’d been longing for, for as long as he’d known her. Her hands were in his hair, grasping and pulling him closer. Leaning her back against the marble wall, he pulled back for a moment, marveling at how responsive she was to his touch. As if she’d been waiting for him too.
Sam raised her eyes to his, looking at him with desire and hunger from under her lashes leaving him with no doubt that she wanted him. Her cheeks were pink, and she bit her lip before pulling him back to her. Her tongue gently pushed into his mouth. His cock strained against his shorts, as if demanding to be noticed, demanding that she use her mouth and tongue down there too, longing for her touch. As if reading his mind, Sam’s hands slid down his torso, over his tight abs and down the front of his shorts.
“Jesus, Sam,” he groaned as her kisses trailed down the side of his neck. “Fuck.”
He felt Sam smile against his neck, her hands stroking him through the fabric, making him harder than he’d ever been in his life. He’d never wanted someone more than he did in that moment. She ran her fingertips along the waistband of his shorts, pulling them down inch by inch. Panting, he reached down and pushed them down in one quick movement. Hiscock sprang up and he groaned as the water and her hand found it.
“You’re impatient,” she whispered, glancing down at her hand. “And impressive.”
“Oh God, Sam.” Finn leaned his forehead against hers. “You have no idea how impatient …”
“I think I do,” she said before letting him go.
“Don’t stop!” He reached for her, tilting her face so he could kiss her again. She ran her hands along his hips, up his back and down to his ass where she grabbed him and pulled him hard against her soft belly, his cock pressed into her, pulsing with want.
“You’re a witch,” he moaned as his hands ran along her shoulders and down her arms. Leaning away from her, he reached for the zipper on her swimsuit, slowly tugging it down to her navel.
Sam arched her back as he slipped the straps down her shoulders, her breasts pressing against his chest as he held her waist.
“Finn.” Sam looked up at him.
“Yeah?” Finn took a breath. She looked concerned, a tiny furrow between her eyes. “You okay?”
She nodded. “This is crazy.”
“Crazy good or crazy bad?” He brushed a strand of hair away from her cheek, hoping to God she’d say good.
“Good,” Sam whispered. “Better than I’d imagined.”
