“You never mentioned you were such a great cook,” Finn said, slicing a sliver of ripe Brie and placing it on a lightly flavored rice cracker.
“That was the sum total of my expertise. Ooh, could you pass me one of those, please?” she said with a cheeky smile, and leaned forward to accept it from him as he changed its trajectory from his lips to hers.
Her teeth bit into the cracker, her lips brushing the tips of his fingers just as he started to pull away. The butterfly-soft sensation of her skin on his set up a chain reaction through his body and he suddenly found himself craving the feel of her lips everywhere.
“More?” he asked, his eyes fixed on her face as she clearly relished the morsel he’d fed her.
“Yes, please,” she answered. “More.”
A tremor rippled through him. He hoped she meant what he was thinking she meant. He went through the motions again, spreading some of the ripe cheese on a cracker and taking it to her mouth. This time she lightly grasped his wrist, held his hand in front of her parted lips. When she took the cracker she lingered over the action. Her lips, this time, deliberately grazing his thumb and forefinger.
Finn’s body went from semi-aroused and languidly comfortable, to rock hard and aching in a nanosecond. A crumb from the cracker fell to the top of the curve of her breast. All night he’d been treated to the enticing shadow of her décolletage, but now he had fair reason to explore further. Without wasting a moment, he bent his head and licked up the crumb. Beneath his mouth her skin contracted and a flush of color spread across its surface.
She tasted like more. Like sunshine and heat and warmth and woman. He was starving—for her. He traced his tongue on her skin again, heard her moan, felt her drop her head onto the back of the sofa, exposing the tantalizing line of her throat. He welcomed the invitation and nuzzled the point where her shoulder curved up to the side of her neck and pressed his mouth into the hollow just above her collarbone.
Her gasp of pleasure urged him on and he continued his journey up, to the fine contour of her jaw, to the corner of her lush lips. Then, finally, to capture those lips with his once more. She was no quiescent participant this time around, instead she was heat and fire all focused on that point where their bodies fused and melded.
It wasn’t enough, it could never be enough. Finn raised shaking hands to her waist and began to tug at her top even as he felt her fingers working his shirt buttons. He yanked the stretchy material up, exposing the soft curves of her belly—the striations of her rib cage, the swell of the underside of her breasts fettered inside flimsy lace—to his ravening touch. Still, he wanted more.
Fourteen
Tamsyn squirmed against him, frustrated by the barriers of their clothes. She wanted to feel—him, everything—like she’d never felt before. Her fingers fumbled on his buttons and impatiently she tugged even harder, barely noticing as she ripped the remaining fastenings from the cotton of his shirt.
Finally, she could do what she’d wanted to for what felt like so long. Her hand spread upon his heated skin, sweeping across his chest, her fingers lingering to gently pinch his nipples into even tighter nubs. In answer to her actions, she felt his teeth at her neck—a gentle-enough nip, but one that made every internal muscle in her body clench on a white-hot wave of sensation. She felt as if she could melt right here on the spot.
Her singlet was bunched at the top of her breasts and she lifted herself forward, holding on to his torso as he pulled the garment up and over her head.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” he groaned against her skin, his mouth hot and wet against her.
She shifted, offering herself toward him in aching invitation. Finn continued to torment her, his tongue lightly tracing the contours of the lace of her bra. Why, oh why, had she worn one? The rasp of his teeth through the lace sent a jolt of electricity spiraling into her body. Her nipples pebbled into painfully taut beads, the texture of her bra near unbearable as she waited for his touch.
“There, oh please, there,” she begged, threading her fingers through his short cropped hair and holding him to her.
She felt his hand reach around behind her, felt the clasp of her bra fall undone and her flesh become exposed as he peeled the garment away. Hot breath tantalized, her heart now beating a frantic tattoo as she anticipated what came next. She wasn’t disappointed. Closing over her peak, he drew her into his mouth, his tongue drawing her in deep, his teeth a gentle scrape against oversensitized skin.
Something pulled deep inside her, as if the two most sensitive parts of her body were joined by one glorious shimmering thread.