He was breathing hard, struggling to focus. “Months.”
“Tell me when.” Her hand kept moving. “The specific moment.”
Finn’s head fell back into the couch. “The first day.”
She waited.
“When you looked up at me.”
“The elevator,” she whispered. The moment they met, when she bumped into him.
Finn nodded, barely managing to do even that.
Elena remembered that day. She had noticed him too—his height, his shoulders, the way he looked down at her. She had pushed away the thought almost immediately. He was off limits. Too young. Her employee. She tried to bury it and convince herself it wasn’t there.
She was done burying things. “You wanted me this whole time?
“Yes.” The word came out strained.
She slowed her pace, drawing him closer to the edge. “I don’t think I would have stopped you.”
Finn’s eyes snapped to hers.
“I would have let you fuck me in my office.”
The sound he made almost undid her. His whole bodytensed, hands gripping the couch cushions, fighting for control. She felt how close he was to the edge. She slowed even more, savoring it. This. Him. The way she could take him apart.
“Elena—” His voice was barely there. “You need to stop, or this is going to be over.”
She pulled back, looking up at him. His chest was heaving, his expression wrecked.
“Come here,” he managed, reaching for her. He pulled her up from the floor and onto his lap in one fluid motion, his mouth finding hers before she could catch her breath. The kiss was different now. It was hungrier, more desperate. His hands moved to her waist, fingers pressing into her skin.
Then he was standing, lifting her with him like she weighed nothing. Elena's legs wrapped around him instinctively, arms looped around his neck. The ease with which he carried her sent a shiver through her. She'd spent so long being strong, being capable, being entirely self-sufficient. There was something freeing about surrendering to his strength, just for this moment.
His bedroom was dimly lit by the glow from the hallway. Finn laid her on the bed, then stood back, looking down at her with an expression that made her breath catch. She was still wearing his sweatpants. His clothes on her body, in his bed. Something possessive flickered in his eyes.
He reached for the waistband of the sweatpants. Slow. Deliberate. Watching her face as he pulled them down her legs and tossed them aside.
Then he knelt at the edge of the bed.
Elena's heart was pounding. She'd imagined this late at night when she was alone and hated herself for it. But imagination was nothing compared to the reality.
The first touch of his mouth made her gasp. Herhand flew to his hair, gripping without meaning to. He didn't tease, didn't make her wait.
Her back arched off the mattress. Small sounds escaped her throat that she couldn't control. Finn's hands gripped her hips, holding her steady, and she could feel him making sounds too. Low, satisfied hums against her skin. He was enjoying this. Getting off on her pleasure.
"Tell me what you want." His voice was rough against her.
"You." The word came out breathless. "God, I want you."
"How much?"
She was trembling now, so close to the edge she could barely think. "I never wanted my ex the way I want you."
Finn stopped.
Oh God.Elena squeezed her eyes shut.Why am I bringing up my ex-husband right now? What is wrong with me?
