Page 114 of Wicked Intention

It took a while before she realized he was holding her damn tightly, too. That meant something, right?

Gathering up her courage, Zo said, “I love you, Finn.”

There. She’d done it. She gulped and felt her stomach slam into her knees when he eased her back. Maybe hehadchanged his mind about her.

“Say it again. While you’re looking at me.”

Oh, God.And there was nowhere to run. It was harder this time because Finn was staring at her, gaze intent. Zo couldn’t breathe, but she’d said it once, she could say it again. “I love you, Finn.”

She spit it out fast, like ripping off a bandage, but Finn didn’t seem to mind. His lips curved. “I love you, too, loquita.”

Zo only had a moment to savor the words before he was kissing her. She returned it, the pent-up desire from six months without him exploding into an inferno. The world was spinning, and then Finn had her pressed against the wall, his body leaning into hers as he deepened the kiss. Everything else receded, and there was nothing but the man she loved.

Finn broke away. “Zo, you better unlock the door now, or we’ll be giving the neighbors a show.”

It took a few seconds for the fog to lift. With trembling hands, she tugged the strap on her shoulder to bring her purse forward before digging out the keys to the condo. She didn’t get it in the lock on the first try. “Why are you standing in the hallway, anyway?”

“I haven’t seen my keys since I was jailed in Rio Blanco, and the lock I had installed when I moved in is a son of a bitch to try and pick.”

She got the door open, and he herded her inside, kicking it closed behind them. As soon as they were near the island, Finn lifted her on the counter and moved between her legs. “Damn, I wish you were wearing a skirt,” he muttered.

“If you’d called to let me know you were—”

“Didn’t have time. If I’d called, I’d have missed the flight. I lost my cell phone with my keys.” Finn found the off-center fastener of her trousers and opened it before unzipping them. “Raise your hips,” he ordered as he started to pull them and her panties down. He’d barely freed one of her legs before working on the fly of his jeans.

“I guess you’re in a hurry?” she teased, but she liked the urgency. It matched her own.

Finn pushed the denim and his briefs down to mid-thigh and raised his head to meet her gaze, green eyes burning. “Six months with only my hand and fantasies of you, loquita. Sorry, but I’m going to fuck you the first time. I’ll make love to you later.”

“You know I like it when we fuck as much as when we make love.”

One side of his mouth quirked up. Holding her hips, he pulled her to the edge of the counter then slid a couple of fingers inside her, stroking her lightly. “You’re wet already.”

“Six months for me, too,” she said, panting as if she’d run a mile-long sprint. Zo braced her hands behind her and widened her legs, giving Finn more room.

It didn’t take long for him to have her on the brink, but he didn’t let her go over the edge. Her breath caught in her throat, and she moaned softly as he slid inside her. Finn paused for an instant, just long enough for her to savor the fullness, and then he moved, taking her hard and fast.

Zo’s orgasm hit like a sneak attack, and then Finn was coming, his fingers digging into her hips. It was so intense, it left her limp, and she sagged forward, letting him keep her upright.

Peace settled over her. Finn was home, and he loved her.

Finn leanedin the doorway of Zo’s closet, hands in the pockets of his jeans, and watched as she put on a bra that matched her panties. She looked damn fine in black lace. She pulled a pair of leggings out of one of the built-in drawers and then stopped. “Skirt?” she asked.

He nodded. “Something short and loose enough that I can push it out of the way.”

She put the leggings back and went to the rear of the closet. “Big talk for a guy who swore I wore him out.”

“I’m starting to recover.” Maybe. He’d had her three times, and he’d come a fourth time when she’d gone down on him, so he might be a little optimistic.

The skirt she chose was black, and matched his request forshort, but while it was sort of loose, it was tight enough to show off the curve of her ass. She paired it with a cropped black T-shirt that clung to her breasts. The quirk of her lips let him know loud and clear that she’d done it deliberately to drive him out of his head. “What did I miss while I was gone?”

Zo stopped, shrugged, and said, “Oh, not much.”

Even as tightly wound as he was, Finn managed a grin. “Hit the highlights. Did you get the disk home safely?”

“I did, thanks to the US Army.” She smiled. “I didn’t even have to go through customs when we landed in California. I like how your captain sets things up.”

“Where is it?”

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