Melt Me (Body Scenes 2)

“And suddenly overactive libido?”

“Guess we’ve got the

right chemistry.”

He nodded. “Explosive chemistry. Jesus… I could fuck you all night. Just need a breather in between.”

“You won’t hear any complaints from me.” This time, she kissed him.

When they were both a bit steadier, Finn climbed off the sofa, tidying himself up before configuring his last shot. Yvette didn’t have to move an inch. Her leg was still bent at the knee alongside the back of the sofa, the heel of her shoe resting in between the cushions so it didn’t poke through the material.

Finn stacked four ice cubes—smaller than the others, but still bigger than regular cubes—on her bent knee. One on top of the other, though the second and fourth ones were turned at an angle for a more arty effect.

As he snapped the photos, she asked, “Why’d you choose four poses, stopping at four ice cubes? What’s the significance of that number?”

He set the camera aside and told her, “We met four years ago today. In Central Park. You were wearing a turquoise-colored dress that did the most amazing things for your body. Jesus, those legs…” He shook his head as he whistled under his breath. “You were licking an ice cream cone that was melting fast in the heat. All I could think about was how incredible that tongue would feel on my cock. And I was right.”

She sat up, making the carefully balanced ice cubes topple over. Staring at him, a bit dumbfounded, she said, “Finn Griffith. You hopeless romantic.”

He laughed. “Hardly! I wanted to fuck your brains out. But,” he said with a sigh, “the timing always seemed to be off between us. And then this week, I just… I don’t know. I woke up a couple of days ago and it hit me. Four years. And I’d yet to make a move on you. I couldn’t let another four days go by let alone four more years.”

Yvette stood, albeit on shaky legs because her knees had gone weak at Finn’s admission. Her high heels didn’t help either. She ran a hand over his shoulder and down his arm. Her fingers twined with his as she said, “You’re right. Sometimes it all just falls in line.”

She smiled up at him. He smiled back.

“I do adore you,” she told him.

“Right back at you,” he said with a wink. Then added, “Now pack a bag, doll. “Let’s go get it on at the Ritz.”