Chapter Eleven
Flora worked late at the club, bussing tables and washing dishes…and waiting for Finn. He had apparently gone out on patrol. She didn’t mind the extra work; being busy helped keep her mind off things. Like, was Krystle all right? And why was Finn avoiding her? Was it something she’d done?
She tried to ignore Jennifer as much as possible. Blair had assigned her to work in the play area, and when she kept wandering into the bar area and deliberately bumping into Flora and almost knocking over the trays she was carrying, Blair had finally sent her home and told her to take the week off. Jennifer had stomped out, cursing and muttering threats under her breath.
Finally, at two a.m., Flora got tired and headed upstairs. Finn still wasn’t back. After she took a quick shower, she went and curled up on the couch. It was truly ridiculous for a big guy like Finn to fold up his body and sleep there.
She didn’t even know what time it was when he finally tromped through the door.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he said, as she sat up groggily. “Go on, take the bed.”
“No. It’s just silly, Finn. The couch is tiny,” she insisted.
“I’m not having you sleep on the couch. Go on, woman – move your gorgeous ass.”
She folded her arms across her chest. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Oh yeah?” He scooped her up in his arms, ignoring her squealed protests. “What’s that you were saying?”
“Put me down, you big ox!” she yelled as he carried her into the bedroom. “I am not sleeping in here! Jerk! I’ll kill you! I swear to God—”
He dropped her on the bed, breathing hard. As soon as he turned to go, she leaped up.
He quickly pinned her down on the bed. “Do I need to tie you down?” he said, with a gleam in his eye. “Because that can be arranged.”
She was sopping wet with arousal, and her breath came in pants. “How, exactly would you do that?”
“All right, you asked for it. And your safe word is ‘clementine’.”
He leaned over her, pinning her with his weight, and his mouth descended on hers with a crushing, possessive pressure that had her gasping for breath and twining her arms around his strong neck. She could feel his heart thundering against hers. Her lips parted on a breath and he darted his tongue into her mouth, nipped playfully at her lips, then returned for a soul-deep kiss that sent trills of pleasure running across her skin, painting shivery tracks of gooseflesh down her body.
He cupped her breasts in his palms, fingers working the plump flesh, thumbs grazing over her nipples and drawing them into exquisite points of sensation. She mewled kittenishly and was too overcome with the pleasure of the moment even to feel embarrassed.
She tried to catch her breath when he withdrew from her, but he was only gone for a moment.
He grabbed a handful of cloth from the bedside table, and she realized with a little thrill of surprise that he was holding a bundle of silk scarves, which he snapped onto the bed beside her with a flourish, one by one. Then he drew her wrist up against the slatted headboard and secured it there with one of the scarves, knotting it firmly so she couldn’t pull away. He repeated it with the other wrist, and she wriggled curiously, wondering where he intended to take this.
Then she sat bolt upright – or tried to, her torso arching and thrusting her breasts towards him – as he slid his fingers under the waistband of her pajama pants and skimmed them down over her legs, leaving her naked from the waist down.
Finn gave a low, wicked chuckle and she blushed to the roots of her hair as moisture pooled in her core and her pussy clenched greedily. Her body knew exactly what it wanted.
Finn placed one large, warm palm on the inside of her thigh, making her suck in her breath, then skimmed his hand down the length of her leg, making her shiver. He wrapped his long fingers around her ankle, then quickly and deftly secured it to the footboard of the bed with another silk scarf. Flora gave a little whimper of half protest, half arousal.
He let his eyes play up her body, over the dense triangle of curls between her thighs and the soft swell of her belly, the way her nipples strained like little buds against the fabric of her pajama top, then locked eyes with her, holding her gaze as he parted her thighs. She knew he must be able to smell her arousal.
He drew her legs apart, leaving her open and vulnerable to him, and his hungry gaze returned to the glistening pink slit between her thighs. His pupils were blown wide with desire and she thought his fingers trembled slightly as he tied her ankle to the footboard so she was splayed on the bed, bound and helpless and utterly at his whim.
He started with her foot, placing ticklish kisses on her toes and instep, then running his tongue over the hollow beneath her ankle. She would never in her wildest dreams have thought that would be an erogenous zone, but he coaxed a little whimper from her before moving up her calf, then planting kisses on the soft, warm flesh of her inner thigh.
Her breathing became choppy and rapid as he moved closer to her core, and when she felt his hot breath against the damp petals of her pussy she tried to reach for him, to tangle her fingers in his hair, whether to urge him on or pull him away, she didn’t know. But of course she was bound. She shivered with delicious helplessness, then groaned as his mouth came down and he kissed her pussy, lips and tongue warm and firm. Electrical sensation zapped and sparkled in her core, spreading out to the twitching muscles of her belly, making her toes curl. She squeezed her eyes closed and bit her lip against another involuntary groan.
He drew his tongue along her slit, lapping at the nectar gathering there, then he let the tip dance against her clit, tickling and teasing the bundle of nerves until she was driven to a gasping, quivering crest of need. Just as she thought she would tumble over the edge into a soul-shattering orgasm, he changed the pace, playing his tongue slowly over and between her folds in a sweet, lazy, meandering pattern that was at the same time unspeakably erotic and the most frustrating experience she’d ever had.
Then he sucked the tiny, erect peak of her clit firmly between his lips, teasing it rapidly with the very tip of his tongue, and she cried out as waves of bliss washed over her, emptying her mind of all thought and galvanizing her muscles. She yanked against the bindings that held her wrists to the headboard and clamped her thighs to the sides of his head, barely hearing his grunt of satisfaction over the thundering of her heart as she spasmed uncontrollably against his mouth.
She lay limply as he wriggled up her body, his muscles flexing with the smooth, oiled movements of precision machinery as he placed his lips, sticky with her juices, to the curls between her thighs and the plump curve of her belly. He dipped his tongue into her navel, and as he moved up her body he bunched the hem of her pajama top in one big fist and drew it up, exposing her breasts to the air. He suckled one deliciously tender nipple, making her groan all over again, before settling himself between her thighs.
As she felt the blunt head of his cock, magnificently thick and erect, probing her slick, needy pussy, a tiny spark of sanity intruded.
