Page 48 of Flirting in Traffic

“What?” Esa asked impatiently. Her nostrils flared to catch his delicious male scent. She couldn’t take her eyes off his firm lips. She noticed that they set into a determined line when she tried to crane over to kiss him. He fingers burrowed into her hair and tightened, restraining her.

“Here in the car you’re the boss. But up there my bedroom I’m in the driver’s seat. Understood?”

Heat simmered between her thighs. She squirmed restlessly in the seat but Finn quirked one eyebrow…waiting.

“Yes, all right,” she murmured, recognizing that he expected a verbal agreement.

He smiled. “Okay, let’s go.”

Esa wondered if Finn was testing her.

He’d led her into his bedroom and set her down on the edge of this bed. Then he’d said he would be right back and gone into the bathroom. Esa glanced around the dim bedroom in rising anticipation and nervousness.

It was almost the precise same scenario as that first night…the night she’d run out on him.

Like that night, she stood hesitantly and fiddled with her coat. She jumped when the bathroom door suddenly opened and she saw Finn’s shadow outlined in the doorway. He’d left on the lights over the mirror in the bathroom so she could make out that he wasn’t wearing anything but his low-riding jeans. His fly was partially unfastened. The erotic sight of the thin trail of golden-brown hair that ran from his taut bellybutton down below the waistband of his starkly white boxer briefs left Esa temporarily speechless.

“What are you doing?” he asked as he padded into the room with silent stealth. “Were you planning on running out again?”

“No!” Esa assured him when she heard the incredulity in his tone. She swallowed thickly. She didn’t know why she was so nervous. It wasn’t as if she’d never slept with him before. Maybe her anxiety was due to that taut challenge he’d issued her in the parking garage. Maybe it was caused by the fact that she’d accepted it.

Perhaps she trembled with nerves and wild excitement because tonight it wasn’t the same with Finn. The playful, fun, delicious near-stranger had disappeared. At some point he’d transformed into a fierce, determined, dead-sexy lover.

“I was…was starting to undress,” Esa admitted in a hushed tone as he came toward her.

He grabbed her hand and swung her around while he seated himself on the bed. “Good. I can watch you.”

Her heartbeat began to throb in her ears in the seconds that followed. His face looked sober and set.

“I…uh, well, I—”

He interrupted her stammering with a firm command.

“Take off your clothes, Esa.”

Her hands shook a little, betraying her nervousness as she shrugged out of her leather jacket and tossed it on the floor. She’d never stripped for a man before. Surely Finn was going to be disappointed in her lack of seduction skills. But Esa just couldn’t see herself morphing into slinky-stripper mode and giving him sultry winks as she tossed her panties into his lap.

Somehow she knew the sex kitten role would ring glaringly false tonight. Just as it should, perhaps. Esa craved to be herself with Finn as much as she feared that he would be turned off when he realized she wasn’t really as experienced with no-strings-attached sexual affairs as she’d led him to believe.

She certainly didn’t feel like much of a seductress as she unzipped her short boots and stripped off her socks, letting them fall limply to the carpet. Nevertheless Finn sat utterly motionless as he watched her every movement.

His gaze trailed her fingers when they rose to unbutton the pumpkin-colored sweater she wore. She knew the color flattered her skin tone, hair and eye color. Esa also recalled the way she’d caught Finn staring at her chest with a gleam of masculine appreciation in his eyes several times that evening. The sweater didn’t cling to her indecently but it certainly left little to the imagination in regard to the shape and size of her breasts.

That recollection gave her confidence as she parted the two sides of the fabric and gave him a peek at the valley between her black lace-encased breasts. He tensed. His nostrils flared noticeably. Sexual excitement seemed to flood into her veins at the sight, quickening her flesh and sharpening her senses. Her fingers smoothed down the bare strip of exposed skin to her jeans and curled beneath the waistband.

“Take the sweater all the way off,” Finn ordered abruptly.

Esa hesitated only for as long as it took her to recall her agreement in the parking garage earlier. Well a deal was a deal, after all.

The sweater dropped to the floor.

Finn leaned forward slightly in his sitting position. Her nipples tightened beneath his palpable stare as though he’d just reached out and caressed the tips.

“Now the jeans,” he instructed after a tense moment.

Her fingers flew over her button fly at first, until she noticed how Finn’s pulse leapt at his throat. Her movements slowed as she unfastened the buttons just over her most sensitive, aching flesh. Seemingly of their own accord her hips gyrated, circling subtly against her hand.

Esa bit her lip to still a moan at the subtle, evocative pressure. How many times in her life had she unbuttoned her jeans? And never once had it ever felt so tantalizingly sexual as it did with Finn’s hot eyes watching her.

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