Melt Me (Body Scenes 2)

She smiled. “Haven’t had much time to get around.” Nor had there been much point to it, when Finn was the one who commanded her passion, owned her desire.

Sure, she’d had substitute lovers, but they’d never satisfied her. Had only left her wanting more.

Wanting Finn.

The orgasm he’d just given her was enough to take the edge off. For all of two minutes. She wanted him more than before, now that she had confirmation of how explosive they could be together.

Finn grinned at her and said, “That’s the look I want for this first shot. That ‘I have something he wants’ look.”

Apparently, she did have something Finn wanted.

He stepped away from her, but grabbed her hand and led her over to the huge cube of ice that was still fully intact. Just a bit watery on the top, with trickles running down the sides.

“You don’t mind getting wet, do you, doll?”

“According to you—and because of you—I already am.” She winked at him. He chuckled.

“Such a good sport.” He positioned her in front of the cube and said, “Sit right in the middle of the block and spread your legs wide. I want one on either side of the ice cube. Hands on your thighs. Chest high so I get a great shot of those perfect breasts.” His gaze lingered on her chest for a moment before he fluffed her curls again, making them spill over her shoulders and down her back. The strands blew away from her face with the fan pointed at her.

“This is going to be cold.” But she relished the idea, because she was still burning up from Finn’s kisses and his hands on her body. His skilled finger-fucking. The wicked taste of things to come.

She lowered herself down onto the ice sculpture, gasping at the cold puddle of water she sat in, which instantly soaked her panties.

“Oh my,” she muttered. “Super frigid.”

“I’ll make it quick,” he said. “Spread your legs, babe.” He started firing off shots. Her nipples were rock-hard from the cold, as well as the way Finn mumbled complimentary things under his breath as he snapped shots of her.

When he said, “Damn, you make me hard,” her toes curled in her high heels.

She flashed him what she hoped was a sexy smile. Tossed her head so her hair went flying over her shoulder. Tried to give him the look he wanted.

Her ass was almost numb when he finally put the camera down and reached for her, helping her off the melting block of ice, which he wrapped in the mold and returned to the chest.

“Oh Jesus,” she said as the air from the fan made her butt even colder.

Finn cupped her cheeks with his large hands to warm them, massaging vigorously.

“That’s a nice little fringe benefit,” she said, excited all over again to have Finn’s hands on her body.

He said, “I meant to cool you down, not give you pneumonia.”

“Think I’ll survive.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

Finn backed her up against the sofa and directed her down onto it as he broke their kiss. “Lie on your side,” he instructed. “Top leg slightly bent. Hand supporting your head. This other arm… You’ll need to drape it over your hip.” He positioned her just so.

But the hand lying against her hip didn’t stay there. She reached for Finn, her fingers curling around the waistband of his jeans, holding him in place.

She smiled up at him as her hand moved south, over the erection that bulged behind the denim. Finn groaned, which egged her on. She sat up and worked the button and zipper on his pants, then pushed the material over his hips and down his legs, followed quickly by his briefs. Finn stripped off his unbuttoned shirt, toed off his boots and divested himself of the pool of clothing at his feet.

“Now there’s something to paint.” She whistled under her breath as her pulse raced and everything inside her went tight and tingly. “Good Lord, Finn. You put the statue of David to shame.”

He grinned at her. “No need to flatter me, babe.”

She licked her lips as her gaze slid over his hunky body, landing on his big, beautiful cock. Fully erect and jutting upward, just waiting for her mouth to close over it.

She wanted Finn inside her now more than ever!

“Not trying to flatter you,” she muttered. “Just thinking out loud.”