“I do. You were all laughing and smiling and letting her put her hands—”
Something moved across Finn’s face then. She wasn’t sure what to call it, but it made her belly go wobbly. This time, in a good way.
Before she could analyze it, he was moving toward her. He made it there in two strides, grabbing her and turning her away from him, both of them watching themselves in the mirror.
“What are you doing?” She was breathless and throbbing at the fierce, feral look in his eyes.
“Showing you that there is only one woman in this building I’m interested in putting my hands on.”
“Finn …”
She barely had time to even think of what to say after that; Finn was lowering himself to his knees and sliding under her long skirt.
Desire pinged across every nerve ending as he yanked her panties to the side.
Her breath caught, then ended on a strangled moan as his mouth closed around her throbbing clit, sucking on it until her legs were shaking hard enough to make her grab the edge of the counter.
Her hips rocked restlessly, riding his mouth as his tongue moved across her.
It wasn’t long before she was breathless, spiraling into an orgasm that had a long, low moan escaping her, the sound echoing back to her in the small, tiled room.
Finn slipped out from under her skirt, moving up behind her.
One arm went around her lower stomach, the other slid between her thighs, teasing her desire from embers to flames once again.
“There is no other woman.” His breath was warm in her ear, the fierceness in his voice making her heart squeeze. “You are the only one I see.” His thumb moved over her clit. “The only one I want.” Two fingers slid inside her. “Yours is the only body I want to touch.” His fingers began to thrust, dragging a moan from her. “The only voice I want to hear when my fingers are in you, like this.” His teeth nipped her earlobe. “And when I’m buried deep inside you, feeling you writhe and whimper and clench around me …”
His dirty mouth had her pushed to the edge, then sent her soaring through another orgasm.
Finn’s hands moved, grabbing her, pushing her forward until her forearms were leaned on the counter—the coolness against her hot skin making her shiver.
He hiked up her skirt and pulled down her panties.
Then he freed himself, fisting his length as he pinned her gaze in the mirror.
“See what you do to me?” he rasped. Iris pressed her thighs together to ease the ache growing again. “Only you,” he said, stepping closer to rub his hardness against her heat, “do this to me.”
He rocked against her as he found and opened a condom.
He quickly slid it on, then rocked against her again.
“And you’re the only one I want to feel,” he said, surging deep inside her, “like this.”
Her moan and his groan mingled, filling the room.
“Look at me,” he demanded, watching her face in the mirror. “This is all for you,” he told her, rocking his hips. “Only you.” He rocked again. “Got that?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, her body moving with him as he found the rhythm they both needed.
“And this,” Finn went on, pressing deep, “is all for me.” A needy little whimper escaped her. “Say it.”
“It’s all for you.”
Nothing had ever been truer than that right then.
She was his.
All his.
