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“It is.” She smiled and stepped forward before turning to look at me with the fire back in her eyes. I shook off whatever I was thinking and rested my hand above the curve of her ass, guiding her through the tables to the door.
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EMILY
Not even Mrs. Mansfeldand her snooty hint of a board position, which I had less than no interest in, could distract me from the fire Finn stoked in me. I wanted to be in charge tonight, but he quickly turned that around. Throughout dinner, I scraped the sharp heel of my nude Jimmy Choo stiletto against his leg, trying to gain back some ground. His eye-fuck game was strong, and I almost combusted a few times as he watched me eat. I may have drawn attention to my mouth and tongue a little more than usual.
His arm was warm on my shoulders as we strolled the dimly lit aggregate outdoor path from the restaurant to the hotel. I felt safe, and that made me brave. Finn had opened up a whole new life to me. One where the Mansfelds and Carters of this world were behind me. I had no interest in them anymore.
At the door, he relaxed his hold to slide his hand down my arm. He never lost contact as he pressed the key card against the lock and pulled me inside. Walking backward into the room, he kept his eyes on me.
I was in a trance. All my big plans blurred. Only Finn was clear.
The bed was turned down, and our dessert sat on the long console table. A single light glowed from the wall sconce above it. Deep red rose petals decorated a tray holding the gleaming white bowls of dark chocolate bread pudding. The wine was open beside two delicate glasses.
Finn picked up a petal and inhaled the floral scent. “Mmm, smells like you.” He lightly brushed it from my forehead down my nose, across my cheek, and along my neck to the deep V of my wrap dress.
I stopped breathing. I didn’t want to miss one moment of his touch.
It was quiet and still in the room as Finn stepped out of his shoes and removed his sweater and T-shirt. I started to loosen the tie at my waist.
“No, that’s my job.” The command and reverence in his voice rippled across my body.
He held another rose petal, this time moving it from between my breasts along one side of the V and over my collarbone. He leaned closer, heat coming off his chest in waves, the scent of fresh air and sandalwood in my nose. I closed my eyes in surrender to the sensations. The silky flower traced up my neck and behind my ear. His tongue lightly touched the tender skin there, and his breath cooled the wetness. A shiver ran from my neck to my core.
“You need to stay still, baby, or I won’t move.” Oh. My heart skipped a beat and my sex throbbed, but I held still. “That’s perfect. You’re perfect.”
Since he let go of my hand, he had only touched me with that petal or the tip of his tongue. My panties were soaked. My nipples were hard, and I was trying not to sway. I opened my eyes to see his chest right in front of me. If I swayed into him, I could brush my cheek across the rough dusting of hair or feather a kiss on his flat nipples. I looked up through my lashes, questioning Finn with my gaze. My fingers itched to touch his shoulders and arms.
“No, baby. You can say, ‘yes, more’ if something feels good, or you can say, ‘not today’ if it doesn’t. But otherwise, don’t move.” He dropped the petal and untied my dress, letting it fall loose and open.
“I can barely look at you, Em.” The loose fabric framed the center of my body from head to toe, and I watched the slow movement of his eyes taking me in. “This lingerie is beautiful, like double tulip petals resting against the pale inside of the bloom.” His fingertip skimmed the tops of my thighs, past my hips, and along my sides to circle my nipple through the sheer fabric. All my attention was on that finger and the ache in my breast.
“Yes, more.” I panted as I tried to stay still.
He smiled and brought his finger back to tease again, closer but not quite there.
“See, you’re in control,” he said.
With both palms he pushed the dress off my shoulders and down my arms to puddle on the floor. Scooping up a bite of the warm chocolate dessert, he held it out. I needed to take a little power back, so I closed my eyes and wrapped my lips around the spoon. I moaned at the richness and opened my eyes as Finn swallowed. Good.
“Would you like some too?” I asked, the double meaning of my words pinging between us.
“Yess.” He said, drawing out the word the same way he liked for me to do.
I scooped another bite and raised it as he opened for me. Now that I was free to move, it was my turn to tease. I chose a rose petal, traced it over his nipple and across his bare chest. He shifted and exhaled; his breath warm like the rich dark chocolate.
“Stay still, Finn,” I said. “You can say, ‘yes, more’ if it feels good, or you can say, ‘not today’ if it doesn’t, but otherwise, stay still.”
His growl rumbled low, and my core surged with yet another wave of wetness. This man was so much.
I stepped to the bed. Finn stayed as he was, his body angled enough to keep his eyes on me. I kept mine on him as I leaned back across the soft, white comforter and raised up on one elbow. I brushed the flower petal across my lips and drew it down my neck. Finn’s eyes blazed even hotter with his shallow breaths. The intensity between us was like nothing before. Bending my knee, I rested my foot, still clad in the spiky heel, on the edge of the bed and opened myself to Finn’s gaze.
I slid the flower petal lower over my mound and let my head fall back as I tried to steady my heartbeat. I teased along my folds. The lightness of the touch was intense through the sheer fabric of my panties. I rocked my hips gently, rhythmically, taking me higher.
“Don’t come yet, Emily,” Finn growled, and my breath caught. I was so close.
With movement I barely saw, Finn came down on top of me. “You win, Emily, you win.” His kiss was heat and passion. I opened for him, and his tongue danced with mine as his whole body pressed me deeper into the luxurious linens. He was hard against my center, and my blood ignited.
