“Now you. Off.”
She waved a finger from his head to his toes, like a queen commanding a servant, and he did as instructed, shedding all the material that was keeping them from being skin-to-skin. Her tongue poked over the edge of her top lip as her avid gaze followed the now-bare path she’d sketched with her finger. He felt the weight of her eyes on his skin like a physical touch, and he couldn’t help but grin.
“Looks like I’m not getting out of here with my virtue intact after all.” How he had the wherewithal to joke, he didn’t know, what with there being no blood left in his head.
He stepped closer and settled his hands around her waist, guiding her to sit on the side of the bed. Then he bent and kissed his way down her body, starting at her lips and moving down to her neck, then to each of her small, perfect breasts until she was gasping and tugging at his hair.
He knelt and looked up at her, this woman who’d been the central fantasy for the bulk of his fantasy-having life. Her black hair was a tangle down her back, her eyes were dreamy, and her mouth was soft and open. Because of him.
Keeping his eyes locked on hers, he stroked a thumb down the wet center of her. “What do you like?”
Nothing but a gasp spilled from her pink mouth, so he repeated the motion.
“Slow? Fast? Hard? Gentle? Tell me what you like, Finn.”
She released a shuddery breath. “You. I likeyoutouching me, I don’t care how. Please—”
It was the permission he was looking for. He put a hand on her solar plexus and pushed her back on the bed, then settled between her legs. Every part of her was pretty, and as he put his mouth and then his tongue on her and then inside her, every part of him was grateful for it.
“Oh God, Tom.” She gasped when he added his fingers to the mix, and then her words dissolved into a chant of “yes” and “there” and “more” until she pulsed and cried out and arched off the bed.
He could still feel little aftershocks quivering across her skin when she propped herself up on one elbow and pointed to her bedside table. “Condom. Drawer. Now,” she panted.
He hadn’t expected to live a blessed enough life to hear Finn Carey issuing one-word commands for him to fuck her, and in the time it took him to yank the drawer open and sheath himself, she’d moved to the center of the bed. He joined her and fell into the cradle of her arms, the vee of her legs. She leaned up to kiss him, sinking her teeth into his lower lip when he didn’t push inside her fast enough.
“Fuck, Finn, so good. You feel so good,” he ground out, and as he started to move, she rolled her hips to meet him.
He hitched her leg around his hip and stroked into the heat of her, harder, faster, until she was shivering and panting and calling his name. She slipped a hand between their bodies, and he felt her shatter for the second time. His breathing stuttered into gasps, and he followed her over the edge, his face pressed to her neck, his lips seeking her sweet skin, feeling like they’d found their home.
Thirteen
Was she dead? Had Tom fucked her to paradise?
No. In paradise, your arm probably didn’t fall asleep when it ended up underneath your partner as he drifted off after making your whole body ring like a bell.
Pins and needles were worth it though. Tom’s hair was soft against her skin, and his heavy arm curled around her waist. She felt warm and content in a way she hadn’t… well, ever, maybe. Thank God she’d summoned every scrap of her courage and asked him to stay.
Tom chose that moment to open his eyes, but she wasn’t embarrassed to be caught studying his sleepy face, not when it caused him to unfurl that slow, sweet smile.
“Your dimples, Tom. How can anybody resist those dimples?” She brushed a fingertip gently across one, which deepened as his smile grew.
“I’m just glad they finally worked on you.”
Boy, had they. Every woman should experience the intensity of Tom Castle focusing on her and her only, applying his body solely for her pleasure. She shivered at the memory of his eyes locking on hers as he slid into her, filling her completely.
He rolled and sat up, and she watched transfixed as the muscles along his lean torso bunched and shifted.
“Yum.” She stroked a hand down his stomach and was delighted when his mouth fell open and his eyelids fluttered. “Can you serve me dinner on these abs tonight?”
“Perv.” He said it so affectionately that she laughed. Then he yawned, stretched, and reclined back on the bed. “Let’s spend the day like this. Monday too. Call in to work. Play hooky with me. I’ll read you the rest ofThe Color of Magicwhile we’re both naked.”
She didn’t have to give it a second thought. Grabbing her shirt from the floor, she darted to the kitchen where she’d left her phone and crawled back into bed. While she’d been gone, Tom had stretched himself out on his back, his arms behind his head in a classic satisfied-male pose.
She opened her email and tapped out a quick message to her boss:Not feeling so hot. Okay if I take a sick day tomorrow? When I’m back, we can go over the focus group questions I emailed last week.
“I’m ahead of my project deadline, so he won’t care if I use one of my sick days,” she said. “And Josie won’t be home until tomorrow night, so it’s only us for the next thirty hours.”
He ran his hot gaze down her body. “WhatamI going to do with you?”
