Rolling Like Thunder

“I don’t care.”

He grinned. “You know what? Neither do I.”

If there was ever a more stirring sight than Finn naked and smiling, she’d never seen it. Her fantasies of him paled in comparison to the real man, his erect cock seated in a cloud of dark hair and his impressive balls tight with desire. Better yet, she’d inspired this aroused condition. No matter what happened after tonight, she’d carry that potent image with her.

He walked over to the bed. “Make room. I’m coming in.”

“I sort of expected that.” She scooted over and patted the spot next to her. “Here you go.”

“Thanks.” He climbed onto the bed and immediately moved over her, rolling her to her back in the process. “For the next little while, we’ll be pretty much occupying the same area.”

Somewhere along the way he’d changed his attitude. Outside her door he’d been desperate yet hesitant to fully commit. Now he was all in. This new, more masterful Finn thrilled her to her toes. “You say that as if you’re in charge.”

“Not necessarily.” He leaned down and nibbled at her mouth. “But I think you’d like it if I took over.”

Oh, yes, she certainly would. “How did you know?”

“Lucky guess.”

And as he captured her mouth and cupped her breast in a slow, sensuous massage, she abandoned herself to the sensation of letting Finn be in charge. What a heady feeling, turning her body over to a man. She couldn’t recall ever doing that. In vulnerable situations, she preferred to be in control.

But it was no mystery why she could surrender so completely to him. His sense of honesty and fair play was bone deep. She’d known that from the moment they’d met. She trusted him more than any man she’d ever been naked with.

And because of that trust, she allowed herself to let go in a way that she never would have with someone else. As he ran his hands over her curves, she arched into his caress with a moan of delight. When he cradled her breasts so that he could use his mouth to drive her crazy, she let herself make all the noise she wanted to.

The pleasure he gave her was more intense because it was Finn. Finn was the man kissing his way down the valley between her breasts and over her quivering stomach. Finn was the man parting her thighs, the man who was about to bestow the most intimate of kisses.

His knowing touch made her gasp as he explored and stroked with clever fingers. His breath was warm against her damp skin and she trembled in silent anticipation. With the first swipe of his tongue, she cried out, electrified by the moist pressure on the most sensitive spot of all.

He did it again, drawing out the motion, and she sucked in a breath. “More.”

He obviously knew the meaning of more. In seconds she was writhing on the bed thanks to the wonder of Finn’s mouth. His hands bracketing her hips, he lifted her up so he could sink deeper, take more. He was definitely ravishing her. And she loved it.

She came in a rush, her breathless cries filling the small room. If she’d expected him to stop there, she’d underestimated him. He teased and taunted her until she spiraled out of control a second time. She forgot where she was as she spun in a whirlpool of sensation.

But she never forgot who was loving her. Finn O’Roarke was in bed with her at last, and the results were more spectacular than she could have imagined. But as he left her quaking center and returned to place a lingering kiss on her mouth, she reminded herself that alternatives included fun for both parties.

Disengaging was no easy task because he seemed to really like kissing her and she really liked him kissing her. But she had other plans for her mouth. Cupping his face in both hands, she pushed upward until he lifted his head. “My turn,” she murmured, looking into his passion-glazed eyes. They’d never seemed quite so blue.

“But I love making you come. I’m just taking a short break. You taste so good. I want to—”

“No. My turn. I mean it.”

He smiled. “I can tell. Your eyes are shooting sparks.”

“Fair is fair.” She ran her tongue slowly over her lips. “And I think you’ll have fun.”

As he stared at her mouth, his breathing changed.

“Think about how nice it will feel when I use my tongue on your—”

He groaned. “Lord help me, I want that.”

“Of course you do. We’re shifting the focus to you, O’Roarke.”

Dragging in a breath, he stretched out beside her. “This won’t take long.”

“Are you sure?” She straddled his thighs, feeling more uninhibited than ever in her life. She embraced showmanship in her job, but she’d never felt motivated to practice it in the bedroom. Two orgasms and a naked Finn stretched beneath her had turned her into a seductress.

“Absolutely sure.” His chest rose and fell rapidly and he clenched his jaw. “I’ve wanted you for five years.”

“Ditto.” His rigid cock was directly in front of her, magnificently erect with a drop of moisture gathered at the tip. She grasped the base of his penis and squeezed gently. “And now I have you, at least for tonight. If you prop some pillows behind your head you can watch me making you happy.”

He gasped. “Dangerous. I already feel as if I could come any second.”

“You won’t if I keep pressure here.” She tightened the circle created by her fingers and the muscles in his jaw gradually relaxed.

“That...helps.”

“Good. I want you to be able to savor this. Grab those pillows, Finn.”

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