Laughing for the first time all day, I opened the door and pulled him inside. “Did anyone see you?”
Fin palmed my cheeks and brought our lips together. His smile was panty melting and his blue orbs shone. “You’re feeling better already, aren’t you?”
“You’re very cocky.”
“Very, but if we start with that, I will definitely be late for curfew.” He took off the baseball cap, lifted his head, and looked around the suite. “I need to renegotiate my contract.”
“That’s not happening.”
“Then tell me why I’m happy to have a room to myself and you have enough space up here for ten people.”
“Ten people would be cramped.”
Fin laughed. “You should try two grown football players in a hotel room.” He shook his head. “It’s not pretty.”
“Curfew is eleven?”
He looked down at his watch. “That gives me almost an hour.”
“Share this stress relief you had planned.”
“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He teased the strap of my tank top and arched an eyebrow. “No bra, I approve.”
My breathing deepened.
“I won’t get to see you like this again until very late tomorrow night.”
Taking a step back, I scanned from his leather shoes, his long legs covered with navy blue slacks, to his muscular torso and wide shoulders covered by a lighter blue button down. My gaze went higher yet to his square jaw covered with a day’s worth of beard growth, to his sexy grin, and sparkling eyes. “Mr. Graham, you’re quite handsome yourself.”
“Come here,” he said, taking my hand and leading me to the bedroom.
“I thought you said we didn’t have time.”
“This is Fin’s-in-control time.”
“I don’t want you to get in trouble, and I sure don’t want anyone to know where you?—”
Once we crossed the threshold, his lips covered mine, stopping my concerns from coming forth. This wasn’t like our hello kiss. Now, in the bedroom, with his arm wrapped around my waist and my hips tugged against his, our bodies melded together, soft against hard. Our tongues danced as my senses filled with sandalwood and my circulation raced. By the time we pulled apart for air, I was breathless. “I don’t remember what I was saying.”
Fin smiled, his cheeks rising and small lines forming near his eyes. “You were saying, yes, Fin. Whatever you say.”
It was my turn to grin. “I’m pretty sure that wasn’t what I was saying.”
“Lie down on the bed on your stomach.”
I tilted my head in question.
“Ms. Hubbard, we don’t have time for you to question my methods.”
Scooting onto the covers, I crawled to the middle of the mattress and lay with my head near the foot of the bed. “This feels a little scandalous.”
He moved a pillow from the head to the foot. “Here.”
I pulled it under my head and shoulders. “Oh,” I said loudly as Fin’s long fingers stroked my neck.
“I’m warming the muscles,” he said.
My body reacted as his strokes morphed to kneading and circular motions.
