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Finn groaned and did the only thing possible; he slung his hands about her tiny waist, leaning into her petite body. So close he could feel the flutter of her heart beneath her ribcage. His heart was beating a million miles an hour, too.
“What are we going to do?” he moaned. This was impossible. The two of them were impossible. Why, then, did she feel so right in his arms? Again, he caught that trace of sweet citrus, and it set his senses alight.
“I don’t know about tomorrow, but I do know I want to continue that kiss tonight. Even though it’s wrong, and even though you’re still technically married.” She stood on tiptoe and licked his neck, setting off small explosions in his gut and farther down; his cock standing to attention. Gathering her up, he liftedher feet off the ground so he could reach her mouth and give into temptation.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, and her arms around his neck, kissing him with abandon. He supported her weight with a hand under each buttock, enjoying the feel of her firm, muscular backside in his palms. His tongue delved between her lips, their mouths moving in perfect harmony. He tried to hold back, tasting her skin with his tongue, but she groaned and pulled his mouth back to hers. He’d been waiting so long for this; it felt like they were one entity now, as if he were a part of her.
“I’m getting a divorce,” he told her between kisses. “I promise, there’s nothing left between me and Chloe.”
She broke the kiss and studied him for a moment. “Put me down, Finn,” she demanded, her breathing uneven.
He didn’t want this to end, but she was right, they needed to stop this before it got out of hand, and of course he obeyed, even as disappointment flooded his veins.
But when her feet hit the ground, she snagged his hand in hers, and tugged him toward her tent. Lifting the flap, she invited him in with a secret smile.
CHAPTER TWELVE
INDY HAD NO strength to fight this anymore. When she was around Finn, she felt warmth and joy, and she didn’t want to lose that. Not tonight. She wanted to drown in a sea of carnal pleasure and forget the images that still haunted her of mutilated bodies; replace them with Finn and his perfect body.
He reached up and tenderly brushed his thumb against her lips. “Are you sure about this?”
Wasshe sure?
It would be the first time she’d had sex since… Since she lost the baby. Wow, that thought almost made her pause for a second. And probably seven months since she’d last slept with Patrick. There’d been no one else in the ensuing months. Indy hadn’t been interested. Sex was the furthest thing from her mind.
Until she’d met Finn, and every nerve in her body seemed to have been switched back on.
Losing the baby had left a hole in her heart, taken a little piece of her that would never be replaced. And for a while afterwards, she’d felt numb and hollow. But when she’d taken up her position at Stormcloud, away from Patrick and all the reminders of what she’d lost, and her mind was occupied with work and new friends, she’d slowly come back to herself. A part of her would never get over her miscarriage. She’d been a mother, if even for only a few weeks, and the hurt of losing that would never go away. But she was also a woman with needs and wants. A sensual being who enjoyed sex and orgasms. Her bodywas craving what Finn could give her. He was the one who could turn on all the switches inside she’d turned off, and ignite the passion once more; make her whole again.
“Absolutely.” She’d never been surer of anything in her life. Small tremors of anticipation ran through her.Thiswas what she needed.
Stepping toward her, Finn’s mouth landed on her neck, the warmth of his breath causing her stomach to clench. He moved up her throat, nipping at her ear, sending more shivers down to her belly. Running a hand through her hair, he inhaled deeply.
“Your hair is nice loose,” he said huskily. Even though it was only shoulder length, she always kept it tied back in a ponytail. His fingers tangled in the strands and tugged gently, so she had no choice but to tip her head back until her mouth was at his disposal. And his lips descended to take her in a hot, heavy kiss.
Her tent wasn’t huge, but it was big enough for them both to stand up. Her camp bed took up one side of the space, her bags and a small table took up another. Which left them some room in the middle to…maneuver. Her eyes were more than accustomed to the dark by now, and the soft moonlight cast enough of a glow to seep through the thin fabric of the tent so that she could almost see him clearly in the dim light.
“Let me…” She pushed gently at his chest, making room between them so she could undo his shirt buttons. Quickly, as if he might suddenly change his mind, she flicked each button and then let the shirt glide over his shoulders and fall onto the floor of the tent. A sigh escaped her lips as she let her fingers trail over his chest and abs, learning the muscles and ridges of his body. His skin jumped at her touch, and he let out a low moan.
Next, she reached for his zipper, slowly drawing it down, her eyes fixed on his. “I want you,” she murmured. “I want this,” she reaffirmed.
Finn kicked off his boots and then helped Indy guide his jeans and boxers down over his hips and off.
She walked backward and took the time to admire him. Tall, long-limbed, slim, but still muscular where it counted. He stood there, a man confident in his own skin, letting her look her fill, not hiding how his manhood stood out proud and vigorous. It was the most sexy, the most sinful thing she’d ever seen. She drank in the sight of him.
The urge to feel his hands on her skin drove her back into his arms. He grasped her face in both his hands and kissed her long and slow and deep, his actions modeling her intentions for the night; he was going to take his time, savor her. If he were as good a lover as his kisses implied, she was going to enjoy this. They were going to enjoy this. Indy returned his kiss, running her lips down his neck, down to his shoulder, roaming over every inch of his chest, exploring all that musky skin, sprinkled with curls between his pecs and trailing down toward his waist. Down, down, down she went, her lips trailing past his bellybutton almost to the thatch of dark hair. Her tongue reached out to touch the silken skin on the tip of his—
With a noise somewhere between a strangled cat and a grunt, Finn tilted her chin and brought her face back up to his.
“If you keep that up, this night is going to be over before it even starts,” he said in a voice deep with desire. “Besides, you have way too many clothes on.”
“Yes, I do,” she agreed. Taking a deliberate step backward, she raised her hands above her head and challenged him with her eyes. She was his for the unveiling, if he were brave enough to come and get her.
Her courageous detective accepted the challenge with a wicked grin. Taking the hem of her tank top, he drew it slowly, ever so slowly, upward, baring her stomach, then breasts, then sliding it up her arms until he had her by the wrists, her topdangling, forgotten. Still holding her wrists trapped above her head, he moved in with the grace of a lion about to taste its kill, then his mouth was on hers and he kissed her, hard. Not letting go of her wrists, his tongue travelled down her body, lavishing each breast in turn, and turning Indy’s blood to fire in her veins. She made a noise that seemed to come from someone else. A whimpering, almost pathetic sound. That was what he did to her; turned her into a pile of incoherent jelly.
Finn finally released her arms and hooked his thumbs into the top of her sleep shorts, sliding them gently all the way down, letting her step out of them before throwing them to the corner of the tent.
And she was now completely bare to Finn. Perhaps in more ways than just her skin. She felt as if he’d stripped away all her emotions, could see right through to the core of who she was.
