Page 19 of Flirting in Traffic

In that second, he pretty much agreed with her.

But even if all she did want from him was a single night of sizzling sex, this time Finn was going to savor her.

“I’m the one who’s going to be bathing you,” he explained.

“Oh?” she asked, wide-eyed.

“Arms up,” he prodded a few seconds later, after he’d turned the double taps, one on each end of the tub, on full force.

“This is an amazing bathroom,” she said, her voice muffled by the fact that he pulled her damp t-shirt over her head. “Actually, the whole condo is amazing. I never…got a chance to tell you yesterday.”

Finn smiled when he saw color brighten her cheeks. How was it possible that such an accomplished flirt and self-proclaimed man-eater blushed more than his sixteen-year-old sister Anna Jean when Jess teased her about the boys who called her? His gaze lowered over her elegant neck, dewy shoulders and generous breasts encased in a white lace bra. As he’d frequently had cause to appreciate over the course of the afternoon, the undergarment wasn’t padded. He spied the rosy pink color of her nipples through the tight lace.

He grimaced slightly as he ripped open the top few buttons of his jeans to give him some breathing room. Christ. Looking at her in that skimpy bra was like taking a slug of distilled, Grade-A, punch-in-the-gut lust.

Okay, so her proclivity to blush was about the only thing this incredibly sexy woman had in common with Anna Jean.

“Is something wrong?”

He blinked, realizing that he’d been gawking.

“No. Well…nothing except for the fact that I’m pissed off at myself for being in such a hurry that I didn’t even take off your blouse last night,” he added gruffly before he reached around and unfastened her bra. He ought to be shot for ignoring such bounty. He held his breath as he peeled the tight material off her breasts. When he finally exhaled he did so on a hiss.

“Damn, you’re something to look at, Esa.”

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“Let’s get you out of the rest of these wet clothes so we can work on getting you warmed up,” he encouraged gently.

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When every last wet stitch of her clothing lay rumpled on the white marble tile floor, Finn stepped closer to her. She felt the heat emanating off his aroused body.

“Your clothes are damp,” she complained, despite the fact that she cuddled closer to him.

“Well, if you’d give me a chance I’d get naked too. Jeez, you’re freezing, aren’t you?”

Esa moaned in arousal when he began to rub the skin on her back, arms and hips briskly, warming her flesh in more ways than one.

“Oooh, get undressed so we can get in the tub,” she begged, although she didn’t even attempt to move away from his heat or his industrious hands moving all over her body. She looked up at him when he began rubbing her bare bottom. He paused for a second and then palmed the cheeks in a possessive gesture that made warm liquid pool between her thighs.

“It’s going to be the challenge of a lifetime to go slow with you,” he admitted softly.

“No need to go slow on my account.”

He just chuckled and swatted her bottom. Esa jumped like the sound of flesh smacking against flesh had been a gunshot.

“Okay. The water’s deep enough. Go ahead and get in,” Finn said.

Esa bent over and checked the temperature of the water, purring when she felt the delicious heat. Finn’s whirlpool tub was modeled after the old-fashioned standalone kind, although this was deeper and large enough for two, in addition to having two steps that encircled the interior.

The entire bathroom was another example of tasteful luxury. It was larger than Esa’s second bedroom in her condo.

She looked over her shoulder to ask him whether his ex-fiancée or he himself had decorated the condo when she noticed how rigid his handsome face looked. She stood abruptly, realizing that she was bending over the tub with her bare butt in the air.

“Aren’t you coming?” she asked in an unnaturally high-pitched voice as she stepped into the deep tub.

“Absolutely. Hopefully several times.”

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