All the Way (Romancing Manhattan 1)

“Is my getting the part dependent on this?”

“No.” He looks over at Jeffrey, and then back to me. “You’ve already got the job. I’d just like to take advantage of you being in town.”

“I’ll squeeze it in,” I reply, and stand when he does. “Thank you, Gerald.”

“Thank you, London. This is going to be a lot of fun.”

Jeffrey walks me outside and stands with me while I wait for my car.

“You did so great in there,” he says, and pulls me in for a big hug. “Thank you for doing this.”

“Are you kidding? Thank you for thinking of me for it. We’re doing a movie together.”

“Yes, we are. How long are you here?”

“Finn and I are here through the weekend.”

“So, things are serious with Finn?”

“I’d say they are, yes.” I look up at him and then roll my eyes. “Okay, overprotective friend.”

“He’s not an actor.”

“Thank God.”

“Nonactors don’t get it, London. The fame, the money.”

“He has plenty of his own money.”

“Okay, the fame, then. It’s not easy.”

“Well, I guess we’ll see what he’s made of, then, won’t we?” I shrug and climb into the back of my car, waving at him as we pull away.

The drive to the hotel doesn’t take long, and when I walk into the suite, I don’t immediately see Finn, making me frown.

He was here working all day. Maybe he went out for something?

I wander through to the master bedroom, and hear the shower in the connected bathroom.

He’s in the shower. Naked.

I lick my lips, smile, and proceed to hurry out of my clothes. I stop at the vanity to quickly pile my hair on top of my head, and when I turn to join him, I just pause and stare.

He’s so fucking beautiful. That body is sculpted perfectly, the skin is smooth, with a light spattering of hair in all the necessary places. He’s not overly hairy.

Thank the good lord.

His dark hair is a bit too long, but I like it, and it seems his brown eyes can sometimes see right through me.

I’m in love with him.

What?

No.

I blink rapidly and watch when he turns to wash his hair. He still hasn’t seen me.

I’m in love with him.

And I want him. Right now.

I open the shower door and step inside.

“Sorry, I don’t need any housekeeping,” he says with a smile, and I immediately reach out and grip his cock firmly.

“Oh, I’m not housekeeping,” I reply, and squat so I’m eye level with dick. Before he can rinse his hair, I have the head in my mouth, and I’m giving him the best damn blow job of his life.

“Jesus, London,” he growls, leaning on the wall of the shower. I don’t care that water is running down his body and onto me. I don’t care that my hair is getting wet. All I care about is claiming Finn.

Because he’s mine.

Finn urges me to my feet, spins us out of the stream of the shower, and boosts me up against the wall, the cold tile hitting my back.

“You must have had a good meeting,” he says, and bites the fleshy part of my shoulder.

“It’s been a good few weeks,” I reply, my fingers in his wet hair. “I want you, Finn.”

“Gathered that,” he replies, and slips right inside me. He doesn’t pause, he immediately begins to move, and this angle has me about to lose my mind. “You feel so damn good.”

“This always feels so damn good,” I agree, and sigh in pleasure when he licks across my collarbones, then nibbles up my neck. “You’re so fucking good with your mouth.”

I feel him smile against me.

“I’ve been thinking about this all morning,” he murmurs. “You, your tight little body, the sound you make when I’m inside you.”

“Can’t help it.”

I can’t catch my breath.

“Look at me.” His voice is hard, and I immediately open my eyes to find his brown ones searing into me. “You’re mine, do you understand?”

I blink and nod, surprised by the intensity that’s coming off of him in waves.

“This.” He pushes into me, hard. “This is mine.”

I nod again.

“I want to hear you say it.” His lips are almost pressed to mine. His body is doing delicious things to me, and I’m on the edge of losing control.

“I’m all yours, Finn,” I reply, and wrap my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life as he kisses the fuck out of me. He’s pushing harder, faster, and when he groans in my ear, that’s it for me.

He comes right after me, and we stay here for a moment, both panting. I’m not sure I could stand if I had to.

If I’m not mistaken, Finn Cavanaugh just claimed me. And it was the hottest moment of my life.

His face is buried in my neck, and when his breathing has slowed, he gently lowers me to the floor.