Page 5 of Flirting in Traffic

Esa’s eyes widened in surprise at his bold proposal, not to mention the fact that she was actually considering it.

“Wh…what about Carla?” Esa asked, amazed at her sheer wantonness as she craned up to slide their mouths together and nip at his lower lip.

“What about me?”

She peered over Mr. Yummy’s arm to see her friend standing in the corridor, her blue eyes wide with wonder. Esa straightened and pushed at her seducer’s chest but he refused to move.

“Uh…I’m…you’re… Jeez, Carla, I’m really sorry about this,” Esa said breathlessly, the full impact of what she was doing hitting her like a ton of bricks had just landed on her chest.

“Why?” the man and Carla asked in unison.

“Why?”

“Yeah, why? It does my heart good to see you making out with a gorgeous hunk.” Carla winked saucily at the man pressing her to the wall. “You two were practically doing it standing up out there on the dance floor. From the looks of things you better go somewhere a little more private or risk being thrown in jail.”

A low, sexy laugh rumbled in the man’s chest.

“You’re not mad that I stole Jess from you?” Esa asked Carla incredulously.

“Jess?” She pointed at Mr. Yummy. “He’s not Jess. Jess’s over there.” She shifted her finger behind her to the table where she’d been sitting. “He’s Jess’ big brother Finn.” Carla’s eyes twinkled with mirth. “Ain’t I sweet? I brought a Madigan male for you too, Ms. Ormand.”

Finn leaned down and brushed her cheek with his warm lips. He spoke so softly that Esa doubted Carla could hear him where she stood six feet away.

“‘She had nothing to do with it. I was raring to come and meet you ever since I saw you in that red convertible and you threw me such a dirty look. Even your scowl turns me on. So what do you say, Kitten? My offer still stands. ‘Course, if your place is closer than mine, I’m all for that.”

Esa’s brain whipped and whirled like an out of control carnival ride. Why had he called her Kitten? Then Rachel’s license plates flashed in her mind’s eye. Oh…so he thought she owned that racy car. He thought she was the type to eye construction workers like they were walking slabs of luscious male flesh just waiting to be consumed by a carnivorous female.

He assumed she was the type to spend a night of lusty, raw sex with a complete stranger.

Excitement burned in her lower belly as she met his steady stare. Wasn’t that precisely the kind of thing she needed to break her out of her boring rut? Let him think she was a carefree, carnal sex kitten. Maybe she was the type to steam up the night with a complete stranger.

As long as the complete stranger was Finn Madigan, anyway.

Chap

ter Three

Esa couldn’t believe she was actually doing this. She was leaving a bar with a man she’d just met and she had every intention of spending a night of hot, sweaty, meaningless sex with him.

She paused in the lobby to put on her coat but Finn was instantly behind her to assist. Nice manners for a blue-collar worker, Esa thought as he released her shoulder-length auburn hair from the confines of her coat and spread it across her back, his fingers delving through the length appreciatively before he let go.

“Your hair is beautiful.”

Esa glanced over her shoulder and stared. Finn Madigan was really one breathtaking sample of manhood. She’d never seen eyes so blue in her life. Her mouth strained upward, seemingly of its own will.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“You’re welcome,” he muttered before he seized her lips again. They couldn’t seem to get enough of the taste and sensation of each other. Esa had never experienced anything remotely like it in her life—as if she chugged pure, distilled craving.

And she realized something else. She’d never been kissed before tonight. Not like this. Finn made kissing the main event of sex instead of foreplay. He fisted her hair, bringing her closer and consuming her in hot, tempting ravishment. His other hand spread across her stomach and pushed her bottom against the fly of his jeans. He moved her against him with a tight, circular movement.

The bouncer sitting fifteen feet away wolf-whistled.

Esa broke the kiss and stared up at her tall, lean, thoroughly edible would-be lover with bemusement.

“We’d better get going.” He grabbed her hand. The forbidding frown he threw at the bouncer as they passed instantly dampened the man’s expression of lascivious amusement.

“Where’s your car?” Esa asked as she hurried to keep up with his long-legged pace. If she had to guess she’d say that Finn was as anxious to do the horizontal tango with her as she was with him.

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