Flesh (Flesh 1)

Her shoulders rose on a deep inhalation of breath that made the skin above her nose bunch up. “If I’m still what you want, then I need you to not grin at girls who stick their tits in your face.”

She paused for effect. He could only blink.

“I realize you’re an attractive guy, you’re going to get attention, that’s a given. I mean, you’re beautiful, I know this. But if you’re sleeping with me, then flirting like that is disrespectful. I’m a long way from being okay with it,” she said. “It hurts. I need you to understand that.”

He made to shrug and stopped. This was too important. “Alright.”

“There’s more,” Al warned, wearing her game face. Her serious eyes studied him, making him thankful the sunglasses still sat on his nose.

“Keep going.”

“If I’m not what you want then I stil want to be your friend. I care about you a lot, Finn. That doesn’t change … whatever you decide.”

Rendered dumbstruck by her honesty, he took off his sunglasses and dumped them on the desk, giving himself a minute. It took guts to put herself on the line. Shit, he’d had no business flirting with any girl. He knew it. Had known it at the time.

Maybe he had been jealous. Spending the night with a woman and then handing her back to her boyfriend … Not knowing where he fit in with her did not sit wel . In truth, he’d never not come first with a woman. If only he had found her before Dan. But he hadn’t. This thing between them would always be more complicated than normal. Still, he’d gotten involved with her knowing that.

Ali shuffled about on her feet for a minute then ceased that too, her frown increasing. He realized she fully expected him to tell her they were done. Expected it and hated it. It left them both in the same f**ked up place neither wished to be. What a revelation. His heart thundered and he stared at her, mute.

“That’s al ,” she eventually prodded. Her gaze darted around the room, diligently avoiding him. “It’s what I should have said yesterday, as opposed to what came out. I’m sorry for that.”

He gave one cautious nod.

“Say something.”

Finn pushed off the desk and walked toward her, taking up her hands when they were toe-to-toe. Her fingers, warm and a little damp, slid through his own. Sweaty from the burgeoning heat of the day or nerves, he didn’t know. It didn’t matter. Everything was going to be okay. He’d promise her whatever the hell she needed him to so long as he could stay close to her. It was that simple. “I missed you last night.”

Air left her lungs on a sigh. “I missed you too. I guess I’m selfish. I want both of you with me, or I’m not happy.”

He brushed the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip, loving how her eyes dilated. Loving her saying these things to him.

But he wasn’t interested in hashing out their issues right there and then. Maybe Dan was right, sometimes the being together was more important.

“I want you,” he told her. “Right now, Al.”

“Here?” She looked around, perplexed. “In a cop station?”

“Right here. Right now.”

Her answer was the hitch in her breathing and the hunger on her face. It was enough.

He held her hands a little tighter, taking them behind her back. Just far enough to arch her spine and press the soft mounds of her br**sts against him. “You know how I held your hands down last time?”

Al’s throat worked. “I remember.”

“Yeah. I remember too.” Finn took her mouth, kissing her with all the pent-up frustration lingering from the night before. Kissing her till he couldn’t remember what had caused all the fuss in the first place. His jeans strangled his dick as his balls became hot and heavy.

Getting her off and getting into her were the only things that mattered. But he had this mental image of exactly how it had to happen.

God help him, it had to come true. “Trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Turn around, hands on the table.”

Gray eyes blinked open, dazed and confused. Her lips were swollen and wet. She watched his mouth move but he couldn’t be sure she got the message. And the message was all important.

“Turn around, Al.” He helped her turn, then helped himself to two handfuls of her curvy ass. “Put your hands on the table.”

“The table?”

“That’s right.” She took far too long to bend forward and place her palms flat, but finally they were there. “Good.” Finn pushed his boot between her sandals and pushed her left foot to the side, widening her stance. It was a simple enough matter to pul her denim skirt up to her waist and push her panties down to her knees. “Al, I wish you wouldn’t wear underwear.”

“That why you’re arresting me, officer?”

The spicy scent of her arousal fil ed the air, and he groaned aloud. He hadn’t actually thought he could get any harder. “I’l cuff you later when I can find some. Damn, you smell good.”

Finn dropped to his knees behind her and swiped his tongue through the folds of her wet cunt. She tasted exactly as she should, familiar, hot and female. Never would he get enough of her. Al squirmed and he took the opportunity to use the flat of his hand on the curve of her ass. The slap of his palm on her soft, warm flesh was shockingly loud in the quiet of the station house.

Yes, just like that.

Al jumped beneath his hands and pale skin turned a nice shade of pink. “Finn! Shit. Warn me next time.”

“No.” The next smack hit her other cheek, and there was a nice sense of balance to it. Pink handprints all in proportion. She made to move, trying to cover her rear with her hands. Protecting her rosy ass. Not. Happening. “Put them back on the table, Al.”

She growled and stomped a foot. He couldn’t keep the smile off his face, not that she could have seen it. Finn indulged it.

Her muscles tensing, she slowly returned her hands to the table. “Damn it, Finn.”

Actions speaking louder than words, he put his mouth on her, tonguing her sweet flesh. Her pu**y was hot and wet and right there. It was perfect. A dying man’s last meal. He hadn’t been certain they would be like this again. The future had been bleak, empty. Gratitude swamped him.

And … and the moment she started moaning and her legs trembled he pulled back. Al was less than impressed. “You bastard, don’t you dare—”

The crack of his hand on her ass drew her litany to an abrupt halt. “You going to throw me out again?”