Melt Me(11)

She grinned at him. “You have very sweet pillow talk.”

“Didn’t really take you for the type who’d like it.”

“Just seems right with you.” The thought made her stomach flip. Maybe she was getting in over her head. Was this the real reason she and Finn had never hooked up? Because they both knew it wasn’t going to be some quick roll in the hay? A little groping and a fast fuck followed by a bullshit line like, “Hey, that was great. We should do it again sometime.”

Everything was working out beautifully tonight and that had to mean something. That they’d needed to be at the right place at the right time with each other, not just geographically speaking. Also physically and emotionally.

Were they finally on the same page with each other and that’s why this was turning into one of the best nights of her life?

Because, admittedly, she was loving every single minute of Finn’s visit. She wasn’t thinking about work or her deadlines. In fact, she was perfectly happy to spend the entire weekend holed up at the Ritz with him. A thought that would have made her panic had he brought it up a few weeks ago. But lately, she had to admit, Finn had consumed her mind. She’d fantasized about him. She’d taken every single one of his calls recently, no matter how busy she’d been, instead of letting them go to voicemail, as she usually did when she was up against a deadline.

Had their four years of flirting and wanting each other been the real foreplay? A prelude to tonight—a night that had been worth waiting for?

And she wasn’t just talking about the sex…

As Finn directed her back into the position she’d been in before they’d gotten sidetracked, she wondered if he was as ensnared as she was. Rolling onto her stomach and giving him the curved back he’d requested, her feet in the air again, she wondered if Finn’s thoughts had run the way of hers. Had he reached this same point, a little ahead of her, and had known it was time to act on it?

Was that what all the calls and texts of late had been about? Were his more-frequent-than-usual communiqués leading up to this moment?

She thought about what he’d said earlier, when he’d told her he’d been trying to come up with a new body art mural, but hadn’t been able to think of anything other than her.

Hmm….

It was a lot to consider and Yvette found that she hoped her ruminations were dead-on. Because she was ready to start something with Finn. To move past the friend stage and the super-flirty emails and the witty exchanges at Body Scenes. She’d been dying for more tonight and it wasn’t just sexual fulfillment. She wanted a relationship with Finn.

“You ready?” he asked as he retrieved three cubes from the ice chest.

“Yeah,” she said, still a little surprised by her epiphany, surprised she wasn’t just talking about the ice and continuing the photo shoot. Though the former truly was a refreshing sensation on her hot body.

Finn placed the cloth along her spine, followed by two cubes. He stacked the third one in the center of the two that formed the base. He searched around for her panties, which she’d obviously kicked off the heel of her shoe during that last wild ride she’d taken with Finn.

Locating them, he dangled the lacy material from her stiletto and then went for his camera.

“What kind of a look do you want this time?” she asked.

“The exact one you’re giving me. Like you’ve just been thoroughly fucked.”

She sighed as her gaze landed on the erection behind his very sexy black briefs. “Not quite thoroughly.”

Finn groaned. “You’re making this so much harder than I imagined.”

“The shoot or your cock?”

“Both.”

Yvette smiled. “Serves you right, the way you’ve been teasing me all night.”

“Teasing you?” he said as he snapped a few shots. “I haven’t left you high and dry, babe. You’ve gotten off twice already and I’m still not done with you.”

Excitement shot through her at his words.

Finishing up, he tossed the three cubes by way of all the others. Yvette rolled onto her back, not caring about the water that had puddled on her skin. The moisture felt good combined with the satin sheet. She ran a hand from her collarbone to her stomach, her fingers gliding along her dewy flesh. Her nipples had to be setting some sort of world record for staying so hard for so damn long.

“What’s next?” she asked Finn, her body tingling with anticipation.

“Next,” he said as he stood beside the sofa. “I want you just like that. Only rest your head on the arm of the couch so your hair falls over it and down the side. I need you to bend the leg that’s along the back of the sofa. I’ll figure out what to do with your arms later.”