Page 63 of Dare to Love Again

No greeting, no preamble, only her name in his panty-drenching deep burr then he cut to the chase.

“I thought you had to work,” she replied, her voice suddenly huskier than before.

“I do. It’ll be late, but I don’t want to wait until tomorrow to see you again.”

Silly and sappy instantly morphed into melty and tingly. “Where? I’m up in Northridge.”

“I’ll be in town, working until close to ten. Meet me at my apartment.”

“You mean the one over the club?”

“Yes, but don’t use the front entrance. Park in the garage, upper level. Text me when you arrive and I’ll come out and get you.”

“Okay.”

“I mean, wait in your car with your doors locked. I don’t want you walking through the garage after dark alone. Got me?”

“I got you, Finn.”

“Good. And, baby, bring a change of clothes and whatever else you need. Once I get you in my bed, I’m not letting you go.” It wasn’t an invitation, and he didn’t wait for a response. “Gotta go, sweetness. See you tonight.”

After that, it was like a switch flipped in her brain, and she couldn’t focus on anything other than Keiran Finnegan for the rest of the afternoon.

Meeting him late gave her time to go home, change, pack a bag, and take care of the other male in her life. She got in some kitty snuggles and gave him a bonus pouch of wet food to make up for him having to spend the night alone.

As she drove up the ramp to the upper level of the garage, she checked the time—ten minutes before ten. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw Finn propped against the wall by the door, waiting. With his arms crossed over his chest, one knee bent and his foot flat against the wall, hints of red in his dark gleaming hair in the overhead lights, he looked amazing. Compared to her giddy excitement ever since his call after lunch, he looked as cool and collected as if he’d merely stepped out to get some air.

Had she read more into this than he intended?

She gave herself a mental shake. “Stop overanalyzing every little thing, Esme. He called you, moved up the date, and is outside waiting ten minutes early.” That had to mean he was as eager to see her as she was to see him.

When she pulled into the first available space near the door and killed the engine, she glanced in the rearview, but the spot where he stood was empty.

Turning in her seat, Esme scanned the lot behind her, disappointment gripping her when she didn’t see him. Had he gone inside?

A knock on her side glass made her jump. Twisting back around, she saw dark jeans and a kick-ass, hand-tooled belt. Suddenly, his gorgeous face filled her side window.

“Open up, baby.”

As soon as she popped the locks, he jerked the door open. The next thing she knew, she was in his arms, unsure how she’d gotten there. But it didn’t matter, not when his hands sank into her hair and he angled her head back to claim her lips.

Having thought of him nonstop since his call, she opened eagerly for his demanding tongue. Like he’d done to her, she plunged her fingers into his thick, soft hair and kissed him back.

He growled into her mouth, clamped a hand on her ass, and lifted her against his body. Esme wanted to get closer, too, and jumped enough to wrap her legs around his hips. She immediately regretted her choice of shorts instead of a skirt, which he could have moved easily out of the way and plunged his hand into her panties. Wanting him desperately, she ground the seam of her shorts against the hard bulge behind his zipper.

Finn shifted them both, and she heard the car door slam. Next, they were moving, as he carried her effortlessly, without losing her mouth.

She whimpered in disappointment. In her mind, she had envisioned him being so wild for her, he laid her across the still-warm hood of her car, ripped her shorts and panties down, and fucked her right there.

“Cameras,a stór,” he murmured into her mouth, his frustration audible, as if he’d considered taking her like in her fantasy then thought better of it.

At the entrance, he had to break their kiss to punch in the code on the keypad. He did it one-handed, opened the door the same way, then they were on the move again, down the cool, air-conditioned corridor to the third door on the right.

Once inside, he didn’t give her the grand tour. Instead, he perched her butt on the arm of his couch, leaned back enough to pull her shirt up over her head then toppled her back on the cushions. With her hips higher than her head, he undid her shorts and shucked them down her legs, hooking her panties as he went.

Next, he pushed her thighs wide, and as she gasped in anticipation, he lowered his mouth to her pussy. Her hips bucked as he devoured her with fervor, his lips and tongue moving with practiced precision. Her moans echoed in the room, mingling with the sound of his wet, slurping kisses.

“I dreamed of eating your sweet cunt last night,” he growled without lifting his lips from her heated flesh, “and all I could think about today was having another taste.”

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