Page 18 of Flirting in Traffic

“Uh, Finn?” she asked dazedly as she looked up at him.

“Umm hmm,” he murmured, his gaze still glued on her lips in a manner that made it difficult for Esa to concentrate. But this was too important to let pass.

“My-my real name is Esa. Kitten is—a professional name.”

He stared at her for a long moment, making her wonder if his piercing blue eyes were dredging the depths of her lying soul.

“Esa. That’s a pretty name,” he finally said softly. He grabbed her hand and led her out of the fountain.

Esa followed him eagerly. Now was all that mattered, she told herself. Didn’t she deserve a night of guilt-free, fantastic sex?

She’d deal with the inevitable damage come morning.

Chapter Seven

Her teeth were chattering by the time they reached Finn’s air-conditioned building. Despite all the heat they’d generated in the park—and even in the backseat of the cab on the way to his condo—it struck Finn as he turned to face her after shutting his front door that Esa looked cold, wet and miserable as she stood there in his foyer.

And was that anxiety he saw shadowing her features? If he didn’t keep an eye on her constantly she was going to bolt again, he realized grimly. He opened his lips to ask her what, precisely, she had against him for a bed partner when she suddenly spoke.

“You’re the one who got me all wet,” she said defensively, her brandy-colored eyes flashing fire.

Finn paused in surprise, mouth hanging open. She was such a damn fickle creature—purring one second and hissing at him the next.

“You were staring at me like you think I look like a drowned rat,” she prevaricated when he shook his head in disgust.

“I was admiring your charms in a wet t-shirt actually. Has anybody ever told you you’ve got a mile-wide chip on your shoulder?” he demanded as he came toward her.

She mumbled something waspishly under her breath but the only thing he caught was mostly just get that…stifling bore.

“What did you say?” he asked as he stepped next to her and his arms encircled her waist.

She looked up…and just like that she switched on him again. Her eyes smoldered in invitation. Despite being witness to one of many of her bewildering flip-flops i

n mood, Finn felt his body responding to that sultry stare.

He’d be damned if she didn’t possess the sexiest eyes he’d ever seen in his life. Her silky pale skin, long shapely legs, curvy hips, round ass, luminous smile—not to mention a chest that made him want to spend a solid week in bed with her—had Finn’s cock twitching pretty much constantly when he was with her.

But her eyes were the stuff out of a man’s dream.

He bent his knees and his arms tightened around her, bringing their groins and bellies flush against each other. He spread both hands over her round, damp fanny and rocked her against him.

“Why is it that I feel like the important things about you are the things you say under your breath, Esa?”

“Why is it that I feel the things you don’t say at all are the things that are most important about you?” she countered quickly. “How much do you really need to know about me?”

He caressed her witchy grin with his lips. “The only thing I need to know at the moment is how your naked skin feels against mine.”

“That sounds like a promising place to begin,” she agreed before she delicately licked his lower lip. He let her play with him for a few seconds but when her taste fully registered in his awareness he sank his tongue into her sweetness.

He lifted his head a steam-filled twenty seconds later. “Let’s go,” he said before he urged her ahead of him in the direction of his bedroom. He unglued his eyes from her swaying ass, tightly covered in damp denim, when he realized that she was heading for the bed.

“Uh uh.” He tugged on her hand. “You’re cold and wet. I’m putting you in a hot bath.”

“Oh? What are you going to do while I’m bathing?” she asked doubtfully. Her gaze flickered down to where his cock was practically bursting to get free of his button-fly.

He laughed. Obviously she didn’t think the available evidence indicated that he’d be able to wait for long. He hoped she wasn’t right, because he wanted to take his time with her. Finn couldn’t remember being this aroused by a woman in a long time…maybe ever.

At that moment, he was glad that she drove a car that sent out a bold sexual invitation to half the population of the world…and likely then some. He was ecstatic that she considered what was between his thighs to be infinitely more important than what was between his ears.

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