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  “What’s this?” he asked as he reached for her mouth, pulling her lip free. “Are you having second thoughts?”

  She shook her head as she stretched up, her hands landing on his chest as she leaned in, her lips hovering just above his. “Not even close.”

  The warmth of her breath touched his lips before she closed the remaining distance and kissed him. It was the kind of kiss that completely obliterated every ounce of composure he’d managed to attain since they’d left the bar.

  “Brie.” It was a struggle just to say her name between kissing her.

  “Hmmm.”

  Just that fast, it became even more of a struggle when she hummed against his mouth. He felt those vibrations move through every part of his body. And to think, he hadn’t imagined it was possible for his dick to get any harder.

  He’d been wrong. Oh, so very wrong.

  “Brie,” he tried again. “Which room are you staying in?”

  “Three-oh-two.”

  “Let’s go.” He grabbed on to her waist, spinning her around and lightly smacking her on the ass. “Before I fuck you on the stairs.”

  Room three-oh-two was on the top floor and to the right. So for three flights of stairs he had a perfect view of Brie’s ass in those tight red pants, and the higher up they climbed, the more painful his hard-on became.

  By the time they were at the door he was ready to knock the stupid thing down. Luckily for him, Brie was quick with the keys. And doubly lucky for him he’d been in these rooms enough times over the last couple of years to know the layout. Though, he hadn’t been in the rooms because of a one-night stand. Tonight was actually a first.

  Once the front door was closed and locked, Brie was in his arms again, and they picked up where they’d left off downstairs.

  He walked her backward through the dimly lit living room, the little lamp in the corner guiding his path. She was already working on the front of his shirt while he was focused on getting them through the room. He pulled his glasses from his face, tossing them on the coffee table as they passed by it. When all of the buttons on his shirt were undone, she slipped her hands inside and pushed the fabric down. He dropped his hands from her body before letting the shirt slide the rest of the way off his arms and down to the floor.

  Next, she was pulling up the fabric of his navy-blue T-shirt, her palms on his abs and then his chest as she worked it up. He was forced to break the kiss as he helped her pull the shirt over his head and they both tossed it to the floor.

  “Good Lord,” she whispered almost reverently as she laid one palm flat on his abdomen. The other went to the center of his chest, her fingers brushing over his nipple and making him groan as she moved out.

  He knew her intended destination was his one and only tattoo, a tattoo that wasn’t small by any means. It started at his left pecs, dog tags that were designed after the ones his grandfather Owen had worn when he’d fought in WWII. The chain stretched up and to his shoulder where it was grasped in the talons of an eagle.

  His brother had an identical one in the exact same place.

  She traced the chain with the very tip of her finger, and that little light touch was killing him. Well, that combined with how her other hand was currently exploring his abs, her thumb moving over every ridge as she moved down to the front of his jeans.

  Finn moved quickly, grabbing her hands as he pushed her back against the threshold of the bedroom.

  “Hey, I wasn’t finished.”

  He grinned, lifting her arms up and pinning them above her head. “I don’t doubt that. But it’s my turn. You’re still wearing entirely too many clothes. And once I take care of that, I’m going to need a second to look at you without your roaming hands.”

  “What? You don’t like my roaming hands?”

  “Brie, I like them way too much. That’s the problem. I need to focus, and you are distracting me.” He leaned in close to her mouth, the soft fabric of her sweater moving across his chest. It felt nice, but he definitely wanted to feel something else on his skin, like her bare breasts. “You going to be a good girl?” he asked before he nipped at her bottom lip.

  “Not even a little bit.”

  “Perfect.” He grinned as he let go of her wrists, but she didn’t move her arms down. Instead she kept them in place up and over her head. Apparently she wanted a few minutes with his roaming hands on her body. Well, that made two of them.

  Finn let his fingers trail down the front of her sweater and to the hem. He lifted the material, his hands moving underneath and his palms going flat on her warm skin. As he slid his hands up her sides the material bunched at his wrists, until he was pulling the sweater over her head and off her arms.

  Taking the tiniest of steps back, he looked down the length of her body. There was the perfect amount of light to just see the blush on her golden skin. It extended beyond her cheeks, down her neck, and to her chest.

  She had a good rack. A C-cup…or maybe even bordering a D. The bra she wore wasn’t anything extravagant, just a thin covering of nude lace over the lined nude cup and the smallest of pink bows in the middle. Even through the slight padding, he could clearly see the outline of her erect nipples. The whole look was erotic as anything he’d ever seen, probably because of its simplicity.

  Finn reached up, touching the diamond pendant that hung a few inches above the dip of her cleavage, before moving down and tracing the swell of her breasts. His fingers went from one side to the other, dipping down to the valley in between. “God, you’re so soft. That’s another thing I like about you.”

  Brie didn’t say anything, just watched him as she licked her lips. Her breathing was slightly erratic, and it was made more so when he palmed one of her breasts and lightly pinched her nipple through the material.

  “Finn.” She gasped his name, eyes closing and back arching, pushing her breast into his hand.

  “Do you like it when I do this?” he asked as he did it again. “Do you like how I touch you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then you’re going to love this.” He dropped down to his knees as he pulled the cup of her bra aside and covered her now exposed nipple with his mouth, sucking deep and tasting her breast. A throaty moan filled the air, the sound of Brie’s pleasure making his dick twitch in his pants.

  He wanted to be inside of her like he needed to breathe, but he had to take his time. They had one night together, and he wanted to make it really good for both of them. Really, really good. First stop was showing equal admiration to both breasts. He hooked his fingers in the other cup of her bra, pulling it down before he moved his mouth to the other side.

  Bringing his hand up to her now freed nipple, he rasped his thumb across the peak. Brie writhed against him as he explored with his mouth and hands, sucking and licking, palming and pinching.

  Brie’s hands were no longer stretched up above her head. He hadn’t seen her bring them down, but he had felt the slight movement before her fingers speared into his hair. Currents of pleasure shot down his spine as her nails raked against his scalp. Her nipple popped free of his mouth, and he took another long taste of it with his tongue.

  Now it was time to taste other fine attributes. He placed open-mouthed kisses down to her belly. As much as he wanted to get the front of her pants open, he knew he needed to take care of her boots first.

  The zippers ran up the inside of her calves, and he pulled the right one down, her hands landing on his shoulder for balance as she lifted her foot and he tugged at her boot, sliding it off. They repeated the process for the other foot, getting rid of her socks, too.

  That was one obstacle down. Now for another. His focus went to the front of her pants, and he popped the top button free. The zipper was next and he hooked his fingers in the sides, pulling them down her thighs and freeing her legs.

  “Oh, I like these.” He ran a finger down the front of the black lace thong she wore, the sheer fabric not leaving much—if anything—to the imagination.

  His gaze m
oved back up the length of her body and over her breasts. They were still exposed and pushed up by the cups of her bra bunched under them. And then his eyes finally met her dazed ones.

  “Take off your bra.”

  Brie’s mouth quirked to the side as she arched away from the threshold of the door and slipped her hands behind her back. The bra fell down her arms, the straps getting caught at her elbows. She pulled it off, dropping it onto the floor next to the rest of her clothes.

  For just a moment Finn forced himself to stop and just look, to admire the sight in front of him. And God, what a sight. Brie was fucking stunning as she stood there in nothing except her tiny black thong and that little diamond necklace. Her hair was still pulled up on top of her head, a few loose strands falling down around her face.

  “Take your hair down.”

  She didn’t say a word as she lifted her hands again, pulling a few clips from her hair. Each one echoed against the floor in a tiny ting as she dropped them. With a light shake of her head, all of that brown hair came tumbling down around her shoulders.

  She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen in his life.

  Fuck. He didn’t need that kind of thought in his head. Beautiful, yes, that was fine. But the most beautiful? That was a whole different animal…and an entirely different story. Something he needed to not be thinking about now or ever.

  So he chose to think about something else, like being inside of her.

  “What do you think, Brie?” he asked as he traced over the very top of her panties, the pads of his fingers moving over the delicate lace. “Do you think I’m going to like what I find here?” His hand moved down lower and he touched her through the thin material, pressing in just enough to feel the heat of her. She was wet, something that the little barrier couldn’t hide.

  “No.” She reached down and pulled her panties aside, revealing the small patch of neatly trimmed brown curls above an otherwise bare pussy. “I think you’re going to fucking love it.”

  With an invitation like that, it would’ve taken a much stronger man than him to wait a moment longer. He leaned forward, and she gasped as he opened his mouth over her. He slowly licked over her folds, finding her even wetter than he’d felt just moments before. She was slick with her desire, and she tasted better than he could’ve ever imagined. Sweet and salty on his tongue.

  She was right, he did fucking love it.

  “Perfect,” he whispered before rasping his tongue over her again and again. He reached for her knee, pulling her leg up and over his shoulder, spreading her wider. When he got to her clit, Brie’s hands were in his hair again, her fingers tightening and pulling him closer.

  “That’s good, so good. Finn, your mouth—”

  But exactly what his mouth was, he’d never know. It was then that he slid a finger inside of her, and instead of finishing her sentence she moaned as she started to move her hips, seeking more pressure. He gave her what she wanted, pulling his finger out before sliding two back in. He licked and sucked, her body writhing and her cries of pleasure filling the air. He didn’t stop, didn’t let up, just kept moving his tongue over her in slow, lazy circles.

  “Oh God! Oh! Ohhh!” she cried out as her body went taut, the core of her pulsing around his fingers as she came against his tongue.

  There was no stopping until she was finished, her hands loosening in his hair as she relaxed back against the wall, letting it take most of her weight. He turned his head, nipping gently at the inside of her thigh.

  “Finn.” She gasped his name.

  The desperate edge to her voice made him smile, and he kissed the spot he’d just bit. He gently pulled her leg from his shoulder, lowering her foot to the floor before he stood and got a good look at her face. Her eyes were at half-mast, and she gave him a slow sated smile.

  It was so sexy he was pretty sure it blew a few of his brain cells.

  Brie reached out, her fingers hooking in the top of his jeans as she pulled him closer, his body flush against hers. He groaned as her bare breasts touched his naked chest.

  “So.” She looked up at him, reaching her hand to his mouth and swiping her thumb across his bottom lip. “Did you love it?”

  “I did.” He nipped at the pad of her thumb before he pulled it into his mouth and had her sweet taste on his tongue again. Her breathing became even more unsteady, her heavy-lidded gaze on his mouth as he sucked her. Letting go of her thumb, he leaned forward, bringing his lips to her ear. “But not as much as I’m going to enjoy fucking you.”

  “Oh, I’m sure we’re both going to enjoy that, a lot. But first”—her hands landed on his chest and she pushed lightly, getting him to take a step back and into the bedroom—“I do believe your turn was way longer than mine.” She continued to push, Finn walking backward as she guided him. There wasn’t much light in the room, just what was trickling in from the living room, but she clearly knew where she was going. “And your roaming hands, and mouth, were way more distracting. So it’s my turn.” His legs hit the bed and she pushed, this time harder. “Sit down, Finn.”

  He did as he was told, his ass coming down on the mattress.

  “Take your boots off.” She stepped back from him at this command and crossed the room.

  He did as he was told and started working at the laces of his boots. There was a small clicking sound in the corner before a little lamp was turned on and the room filled with a soft, warm light.

  She didn’t want to have sex in the dark. Well, damn. That was new and different.

  He only had one boot off before she was standing in front of him again. There was no doubt he’d get distracted if he looked up, so he kept his head down and made quick work of his other boot and his socks. It was a good thing he’d waited to look up at her, too. Because the second he did she hooked her fingers in the sides of her thong and pulled it down, shimmying the lace down her legs.

  Even though he wasn’t wearing his glasses, he was still close enough to clearly see her. His bad eyesight was more of a distance thing.

  “Holy shit.” He swallowed hard, his eyes moving up and down her now entirely naked body. He was never more thankful for the invention of the lightbulb than in that moment.

  * * *

  Brie had absolutely no idea what in the world had gotten into her. Yes, she liked sex. Well, she liked it when it was good sex. Even better if it was great sex. She’d had fantastic sex a handful of times, the kind where she felt it the day after and used the memories to help her out when she was flying solo.

  There was no doubt in her mind that Finn was going to qualify in that last category. Not only that, but he’d probably one up all of her past experiences. She’d feel him for days after, and he’d probably play the lead in her fantasies for months to come. And that was just with the memories of him going down on her.

  They weren’t even close to being finished with the evening, so there were even more memories to be made. Her panties slid down her legs, the lace skimming her skin on the way. She stepped free of the material, moving forward and putting herself between Finn’s thighs.

  “Lay down.” The command came from her mouth like she was used to doing this sort of thing in the bedroom.

  She was not. So, so, so, so, so not. Everything about this night was entirely out of character for her and she didn’t care in the least little bit. She was going for it. Everything else was spiraling out of control around her, except for this. She could control this night. She could control what happened in that room.

  “Yes, ma’am.” Finn grinned as he lay back on the bed, his feet still planted on the floor.

  Brie moved even closer between his legs, his jeans brushing across the outside of her thighs. She reached forward, her hands landing on the buckle of his belt. Her fingers were steady as she pulled the metal and leather free. Once the button was undone and the zipper down, she grabbed on to the sides of his jeans.

  “Lift,” she said as she tugged.

  He lifted his hips from the bed, helping
her get rid of his jeans. They slid down his thighs, revealing black boxer briefs that very clearly showed the outline of his erection. She’d felt him pressed up against her belly earlier, but seeing was believing. The man wasn’t what anyone would call small, anywhere, and he definitely wasn’t small there.

  Once the jeans were free of his feet, she dropped them to the floor before she moved back between his thighs. This time it was the black hairs on his legs that brushed over her skin. She reached down on both sides, her fingers landing on his knees before she slowly moved them up and over his thighs. Just that slight touch made his cock twitch against the black fabric of his boxer briefs.

  A smile turned up her mouth as she walked her fingers up and over to his rather impressive bulge. “This is nice,” she said as she traced over him.

  Finn’s nostrils flared as he took a deep breath through his nose. “Sweetheart, you are going to have a way different word for it than nice when we’re finished.”

  “I’m sure I will.” Her hands went flat on his chest as she leaned over him, one knee sinking into the mattress next to his hip as she swung her other leg over his body to land on the other side.

  He groaned as she settled over him, pressing into his erection. His hands moved to her hips as his back arched off the bed and he pressed himself to her. The pressure was exquisite, but if he kept at it she was going to get sidetracked, and she had a mission of her own.

  “Oh no, you got your turn without distractions.” She pulled his hands from her body, shaking her head. “Put your hands behind your head.”

  Surprise and lust flickered in his eyes, probably a thirty-seventy ratio. “Yes, ma’am.” He grinned as he lifted his head, folding his arms before lowering it into his palms. His muscles bunched and rippled as he moved into his new position, showing off impressive new angles.

  God, this man’s body was a work of art. And it was her turn to explore, so exploring she went.

  She started at the top of his boxer briefs, brushing over the light dusting of hair that dipped down beneath the fabric. He had a pretty impressive “V” that she wanted to trace with her mouth, wanted to lick and bite.