Banter ceased the instant she began to slide down, to accept him into her body. Tiny shocks zapped her as her muscles accommodated his size. She moaned in pleasure, unable to hold back as he filled her, stretched her, completed her. Finn’s hands gripped her hips and he lifted her slowly, hesitating for what felt like an aeon before inching her down again.
She gripped his shoulders as they found their rhythm, then increased in tempo, spiraling into a cacophony of sensation. Until they peaked together in a penetrating awareness of pleasure that swamped them in forceful waves.
Finn fell back onto the bed, pulling her on top of him. Beneath her cheek she could feel his heart hammering in his chest, feel the answering thud of her own. One of his hands traced up and down her spine, while the other held her firmly to him, anchored at the hip as if he couldn’t bear to let her go. She could still feel his pulse inside her, felt the answering squeeze of her own.
“As events go, I’d say that was a resounding success,” he said against the top of her head.
She chuckled, filled with a sensation of well-being. She’d never had a relationship like this, one where you could banter and have mind-blowing sex at the same time.
“I’d have to agree,” she said, lifting her head and nipping at his chin.
He rolled to the side, finally allowing their bodies to disengage. “Let me get rid of this, I’ll be right back.”
She watched his taut buttocks and long legs appreciatively as he stepped across the hall to the bathroom and stretched languorously across the bed. She ought to move, to pull the covers down and make the bed comfortable for them both. Unless, now that they’d made love, he planned to leave?
Insecurity flooded her, making her dash across the room to where she’d slung a robe over an easy chair. She shrugged herself into it and knotted the sash, like a barrier across her body.
“What’s wrong?” Finn asked as he reentered the room.
“Nothing,” she insisted.
He walked straight up to her and gathered her in his arms. “You having regrets?”
“None,” she answered as firmly as she could, but even so, she couldn’t meet his eyes. “You?”
She tensed, waiting for his reply.
“Same, so why the frown?”
He traced twin lines between her eyebrows with his forefinger and she forced herself to relax the muscles.
“I—I guess I just don’t know what happens next. It’s been a while since I…since…” She shook her head in frustration, struggling to find the words she needed to say.
“Since you’ve been in a new relationship?”
She sagged against him. Was that what this was to him? A relationship? A tiny light of hope flared in her chest. Logically she knew it was far too soon for her to even think about embarking on a new relationship with someone. It had been a week—just one week—since she’d walked in on Trent and Zac. A week since she’d given Trent back his ring and walked away from her old life.
But why shouldn’t she grasp this, whatever it was, with Finn while she could? Grasp it and hold it tight, and ride it for what it was worth. It went against her nature, went against every instinct that told her to play it safe…but last time her “safe” choice of boyfriend hadn’t been enough to keep her from getting hurt. What did she have to lose by taking the risk?