The Expectant Executive

“When are you leaving to return to Colorado?” she asked breathlessly.

“Tomorrow afternoon.” He kissed his way to the hollow at the base of her throat.

“Spend the night with me, Fin,” he said, nibbling at her wildly fluttering pulse.

If she’d stopped to think about it, she might have thought of all the reasons they should back away from whatever was going on between them. Even though they were going to have a baby together, he lived thousands of miles away on his quiet, charming ranch in Colorado and her life was in the most exciting, glamorous city in the world.

But without a second thought, she snuggled against the most incredible, giving man she’d ever met. “Your bed or mine?”

“Why the hell can’t these places have regular metal keys?” Travis muttered as he fitted the little plastic card into the lock on his hotel room door.

The ride from the Hamptons to the hotel had been the longest trip of his life.

Coupled with the fact that he and Fin hadn’t been able to keep their hands off of each other, he was hotter than a blast furnace in the middle of an August heat wave. And Fin wasn’t much better off. Her porcelain cheeks wore the blush of unfulfilled passion and he didn’t think she’d ever looked sexier or more desirable.

When the tiny light on the lock finally flashed to green, he pushed the door open and quickly ushered her inside. The door had barely swung shut before he had the light switched on and reached to pull her back into his arms.

“You know what I’ve discovered about these designer dresses?” he asked as he slid the back zipper down below her waist.

“What’s that?” she asked, sounding as winded as he felt.

“They’re designed to drive a man out of his mind with lust.”

Peeling the dress from Fin’s luscious upper body, he took her into his arms as the evening gown floated down to form a green pool of silk around her trim ankles. As he pressed kisses across her collarbone, then down the creamy slope of her breast, he could have cared less that he’d just sent thousands of dollars worth of dress to lie in a tangled heap on the floor.

She shivered against him when he took her pebbled coral nipple into his mouth.

Tasting her sweetness, feeling the nub tighten further, he felt his lower body harden to an almost painful state.

“You’re driving me insane,” she said, sagging against him.

“I’m right there with you, honey.” He drew in a ragged breath. “Let’s get out of the rest of these glad rags before I do something stupid and rip them off of both of us.”

Fin’s laughter sent a shock wave of heat coursing through him at the speed of light. “At the moment, I think you’re the only one with an over abundance of clothing, Mr. Clayton.”

Glancing down, he grinned at the sight of her standing before him in nothing but a little triangle of lace and silk. The dress Fin had been wearing not only had a built-in bra, it had some kind of underskirt, as well. He wasn’t sure who came up with the idea of combining women’s undergarments with a dress, but he’d bet his last dime that men all over the world were singing their praises.

“I think you might have a real good point there, Ms. Elliott.” Tugging his shirt from the waistband of his trousers, he could have cheerfully throttled whoever thought it would be better to use studs instead of buttons on formal wear.

“Let me help you with those,” she said, stepping forward.

To his relief, within no time Fin was pushing the shirt apart to place her hands on his chest. At the first contact of her soft palms on his flesh, it felt as if a bolt of lightning shot from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.

Jerking as if he’d been zapped by a cattle prod, he shook his head and backed away from her. “I think I’d better take care of getting undressed or else the race will be over before this old horse leaves the starting gate.”

“That wouldn’t be good,” she said, kicking out of her high heels and reaching for the elastic band that held the tiny patch of lace material covering the apex of her thighs.

When Fin tossed her panties on top of her dress, then slid beneath the covers of the king-size bed, he swallowed hard and did his best to concentrate on getting himself out of his clothes. By the time he crawled in beside her, he was breathing as if he’d run a marathon and he was pretty sure he’d just set some kind of speed record for disrobing.

As he put his arms around her and settled his mouth over hers, her eager response sent blood surging through his veins and his arousal was so intense it made him feel light-headed. He needed her with a hunger that robbed him of breath and he wanted nothing more than to join their bodies in the age-old dance of love. But what shocked him down to the core was his deep desire to join their souls—to make her his in every way.