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Nyx snatches it back, her cheeks flushing. “Shut up.”
When our eyes meet, something electric passes between us. In two steps, I’m in front of her, my hands cupping her face asour lips crash together. Her fingers dig into my back, pulling me closer as I press her against the counter.
She moans into my mouth and all the blood rushes from my head straight into my cock. Holy hell, what is it about her that lights me up like a fucking brushfire in the dead of summer? One moment alone with her and my self-restraint is gone.
Wrapping my arms around her, I grip her hips and lift. She opens her legs and straddles my hips. My cock rubs against the heat of her pussy and even through our clothes, pleasure hums through me in response.
I shift my grip to hold the rounds of her perfect ass, our mouths still fused together as she grips both sides of my jaw. Our tongues are dancing as I press her back against her tiny pantry and start to grind against her core.
Fucking hell, my release is already building, and we haven’t even gotten skin-to-skin. I have never been so turned on in my life. I could literally come in my pants just from kissing her.
She breaks away from the kiss, breathing heavy. “Finn, I ache. I need your cock inside me so bad.”
I set her butt on the edge of the counter and shift my hand to reach between us. The buttons of her pants are pulled open without care and I reach lower. She groans and throws her head back as my fingers rub over the crotch of her underpants. “Fuck. You’re so wet for me, baby.”
Wet is an understatement. She’s fucking soaked.
Leaning her back a little more, I shove the cotton strip out of the way and sink my fingers through the moisture in her folds. The muscles of her pussy clench around the intrusion, pulsing and gripping with greedy abandon.
“Si! Si,” she hisses, clutching my arms with a force that will leave bruises. “Oh, you don’t know how badly I need this.” Her praise is punctuated by another rush of heat and the clench of her pussy.
All thought of fucking her is put on hold while I work her clit over with my thumb and pump my fingers deep inside her.Fuck. Her body is so responsive.
She’s going to come, so I capture her mouth with mine to swallow her cries.
She rides my fingers, grinding and groaning until the walls of her pussy clamp hard and she starts to buck. Her orgasm rips through her, and I’m kissing her, claiming every scream and moan escaping her throat.
Fuck we need someplace private to?—
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Three heavy fist-bouncing pounds on the door shatter our moment and startle the hell out of us. Then the sound of the door opening has us both freezing. “If this fucking trailer doesn’t stop rocking, I’m coming in there and dragging you both out of there so we can get the fuck gone.”
“Aye, understood!” I shout, not moving from where I stand, blocking any view into the space. When the door slams shut, I pull back, both of us breathing hard. “I guess we’ve been told.”
Nyx looks up at me, her cheeks flushed a delicious shade of pink. “A sadly abrupt ending.”
I ease my fingers out of her and bring them to my mouth. After sucking the musky cream into the back of my throat and swallowing her down, I peg her with a hungry look. “Oh, baby. Nothing is ending. You and I are just getting started.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Nyx
My body still tingles from the aftershocks of pleasure as the Airstream sways with the movement of traffic. I’m sitting at my desk, watching Finn shift uncomfortably at my little two-seater kitchen table.
“Thank you,” I say, breaking the charged silence between us. “I needed that more than you’ll ever know.” I gesture vaguely at the counter where he’d just made me come harder than I have in years. “Sorry we got interrupted before you got any relief.”
Finn waves away my apology, but his eyes remain dark with desire. “I’ll survive.”
I can’t help but notice the prominent bulge straining against his pants. “Having troubles?”
“I am, and talking about my cock won’t help,” he says with a grimace. “Change of subject. How far have ye gotten with your search for Gio?”
For the next five minutes, I lay out everything I know about my brother’s captivity—which isn’t much—and everything I’vetried—which is nearly everything imaginable. The trail always goes cold at the same point. It’s like Gio vanished.
Finn opens his mouth to respond when my phone rings. The authoritarian boom of ‘The Imperial March’ fromThe Empire Strikes Backmakes my stomach drop even before his name pops up on the caller ID.
“It’s him.” I hold my phone out for Finn to see.
