Flirting in Traffic

by BETH KERY

  At that moment, he was glad that she drove a car that sent out a bold sexual invitation to half the population of the world…and likely then some. He was ecstatic that she considered what was between his thighs to be infinitely more important than what was between his ears.

  In that second, he pretty much agreed with her.

  But even if all she did want from him was a single night of sizzling sex, this time Finn was going to savor her.

  “I’m the one who’s going to be bathing you,” he explained.

  “Oh?” she asked, wide-eyed.

  “Arms up,” he prodded a few seconds later, after he’d turned the double taps, one on each end of the tub, on full force.

  “This is an amazing bathroom,” she said, her voice muffled by the fact that he pulled her damp t-shirt over her head. “Actually, the whole condo is amazing. I never…got a chance to tell you yesterday.”

  Finn smiled when he saw color brighten her cheeks. How was it possible that such an accomplished flirt and self-proclaimed man-eater blushed more than his sixteen-year-old sister Anna Jean when Jess teased her about the boys who called her? His gaze lowered over her elegant neck, dewy shoulders and generous breasts encased in a white lace bra. As he’d frequently had cause to appreciate over the course of the afternoon, the undergarment wasn’t padded. He spied the rosy pink color of her nipples through the tight lace.

  He grimaced slightly as he ripped open the top few buttons of his jeans to give him some breathing room. Christ. Looking at her in that skimpy bra was like taking a slug of distilled, Grade-A, punch-in-the-gut lust.

  Okay, so her proclivity to blush was about the only thing this incredibly sexy woman had in common with Anna Jean.

  “Is something wrong?”

  He blinked, realizing that he’d been gawking.

  “No. Well…nothing except for the fact that I’m pissed off at myself for being in such a hurry that I didn’t even take off your blouse last night,” he added gruffly before he reached around and unfastened her bra. He ought to be shot for ignoring such bounty. He held his breath as he peeled the tight material off her breasts. When he finally exhaled he did so on a hiss.

  “Damn, you’re something to look at, Esa.”

  “Thank you,” she whispered.

  “Let’s get you out of the rest of these wet clothes so we can work on getting you warmed up,” he encouraged gently.

  * * * * *

  When every last wet stitch of her clothing lay rumpled on the white marble tile floor, Finn stepped closer to her. She felt the heat emanating off his aroused body.

  “Your clothes are damp,” she complained, despite the fact that she cuddled closer to him.

  “Well, if you’d give me a chance I’d get naked too. Jeez, you’re freezing, aren’t you?”

  Esa moaned in arousal when he began to rub the skin on her back, arms and hips briskly, warming her flesh in more ways than one.

  “Oooh, get undressed so we can get in the tub,” she begged, although she didn’t even attempt to move away from his heat or his industrious hands moving all over her body. She looked up at him when he began rubbing her bare bottom. He paused for a second and then palmed the cheeks in a possessive gesture that made warm liquid pool between her thighs.

  “It’s going to be the challenge of a lifetime to go slow with you,” he admitted softly.

  “No need to go slow on my account.”

  He just chuckled and swatted her bottom. Esa jumped like the sound of flesh smacking against flesh had been a gunshot.

  “Okay. The water’s deep enough. Go ahead and get in,” Finn said.

  Esa bent over and checked the temperature of the water, purring when she felt the delicious heat. Finn’s whirlpool tub was modeled after the old-fashioned standalone kind, although this was deeper and large enough for two, in addition to having two steps that encircled the interior.

  The entire bathroom was another example of tasteful luxury. It was larger than Esa’s second bedroom in her condo.

  She looked over her shoulder to ask him whether his ex-fiancée or he himself had decorated the condo when she noticed how rigid his handsome face looked. She stood abruptly, realizing that she was bending over the tub with her bare butt in the air.

  “Aren’t you coming?” she asked in an unnaturally high-pitched voice as she stepped into the deep tub.

  “Absolutely. Hopefully several times.”

  She rolled her eyes at his double entendre.

  He grinned as he came toward her and switched on the whirlpool jets. “I told you I was going to bathe you. Then maybe I’ll join you.”

  Esa sighed in pure bliss when she finally leaned back in the frothing water. “Heaven,” she whispered as her eyes closed. But she was too excited to remain in repose for long. The last thing she felt like doing when she was buck naked and Finn Madigan was in the room with her was fall asleep. Her family and friends might think she was lame but she wasn’t a fool.

  Not by a mile, Esa added to herself as she watched Finn pull over a stool. He retrieved a thick white towel and a loofah from a linen closet and set them down on the stool.

  “You weren’t serious about bathing me.”

  “Do you have anything to hold up your hair?”

  “Uh…yes, there’s a clip in my backpack, I think,” Esa muttered dubiously.

  “I’ll be right back.”

  She moved restlessly in the bubbling water when Finn returned and immediately scooped up her hair, fixing it into what Esa was confident was a haphazard mess upon her head. He whipped off his outer shirt and tossed it aside before turning off both taps. He sat down behind her head and picked up a thick bar of soap.

  “This really isn’t necessary,” Esa protested weakly when he began to lather up her shoulders and chest. His hands were slightly roughened by calluses. They felt delicious against her smooth, wet skin. He alternated between massaging her shoulder and neck muscles deeply and merely gliding his fingertips along the sensitive surfaces.

  “What’s wrong? Not used to being pampered, is that it?” he taunted in a low, resonant voice that made the hairs on the back of her exposed neck stand on end. He was right, of course. She’d never had a lover—especially such a beautiful one—treat her like she was a queen.

  Esa wasn’t sure if she should allow herself to enjoy the delicious sensations coursing through her body. She’d always had to struggle a bit to “let go” during sex, always feeling like she owed her lover something extra in bed because she wasn’t model-thin and photo-ready for the cover of Cosmo. Not that her handful of past lovers had necessarily been ready for the covers of GQ either but…

  Well, it was a man’s world after all.

  She soon discovered that Finn wasn’t leaving her a choice about giving in completely to her desire about utterly giving in to him. He turned off the jets of the whirlpool and told her to rise up onto the deepest step of the tub. “Lean forward,” he directed.

  She sat in the waist-deep water while he lathered up her back, massaging her until her flesh melted beneath the influence of the heat and his skilled hands.

  She groaned when he transferred to using the loofah, gently abrading her flushed skin.

  “You’re not pampering me, you’re spoiling me,” she murmured.

  He chuckled while he rinsed off her back. Esa wondered with mild amusement if she even possessed a backbone a few minutes later when he put both hands on her shoulders and she sank back onto the edge of the tub.

  “Ohhh,” she moaned when his hands suddenly were cradling her breasts, shaping the flesh in his large palms, massaging the beading nipples between soap-slick fingertips. Her hips squirmed in arousal.

  “See? I have good motivation for spoiling you,” he rasped near her ear. The manner in which he played with her breasts and teased and plucked at her nipples, with such focused intent, left Esa speechless with desire. For a prolonged moment of unbearable tension he learned her shape and texture, determining precisely which caresses evoked whim
pers of longing from her throat, always refining his attack until Esa was sure she could take no more.

  Her head fell back helplessly onto his hard thigh.

  “Take me to bed,” she pleaded. She almost screamed in protest when he removed his hands from her breasts.

  “In a moment. I can’t finish bathing you unless I get in there with you.”

  When she glanced around and saw him whipping his white t-shirt over his head, Esa forgot about protesting. Her mouth went dry at the sudden appearance of the breathtaking masculine landscape before her, consisting of flexing, ridged muscle and golden-brown skin. She followed the hasty movements of his fingers on his fly hungrily. She bit her lower lip hard in order to suppress an agonized groan when his penis sprang free of his jeans and boxer briefs.

  Oh my.

  Her memory certainly hadn’t led her astray. He truly was every bit as beautiful as she recalled from their too-brief encounter last night.

  More so.

  She giggled when he rambunctiously clambered into the tub, splashing water over the sides. “Let out some of the water! You’re too big. It’s getting all over the floor.”

  “So? It’ll dry.” He dropped to his knees in the tub and reached for her. Esa howled in laughter when he tickled her belly and waist. More water sloshed out of the tub in the tussle that followed.

  “Stop…oh…stop it, Finn! I’m extremely ticklish.”

  “I noticed,” Finn said with an evil, lecherous grin. By the time he finished tickling her Esa was gasping for breath between jags of laughter and there was more water on the floor than in the tub.

  “Okay, I’ve tortured you enough for now,” Finn proclaimed before he dropped a warm kiss on her parted lips. Her desperate pants for air utterly ceased when he sandwiched his hand between her clenched thighs and pressed upward, applying a steady pressure on her already hyperaroused sex. “Now you get a reward for putting up with my teasing.”

  All remnants of mirth faded from her consciousness. “A-a reward?”

  “Uh huh,” he replied silkily. “You’ve warmed up enough now, aren’t you? Scoot up onto the next step.”

  Warm didn’t begin to describe Esa’s temperature as Finn placed his hands on her bare hips and urged her higher in the water until only her legs were submerged. When he picked up the large bar of yellow soap and begin to lather up his hands, her thighs clamped back together to alleviate the unbearable throb of anticipation at their apex.

  “Stay spread while I wash your legs,” Finn demanded. Esa just stared, completely ensnared in a sensual haze as he lifted each of her legs out of the water in turn and washed and caressed every inch of them. She groaned in agonized pleasure when he treated each foot to a deep massage. The man’s hands were a gift from God, there was no doubt about it.

  After he’d rinsed her second leg and foot completely, he transferred his attentions to her hips, rubbing the bar of soap directly on her skin and following with a circling palm and splashes of warm water. Esa whimpered softly when he gently spread her thighs further apart and slid the slippery hard surface of the soap down through her damp pubic hair.

  He pushed her legs closed and continued to manipulate the bar of soap up and down between her clasping thighs.

  “Finn.” She grabbed onto his shoulders desperately. He’d kissed and played with and teased her helpless flesh for so long now that she trembled in incipient release. He continued to press and lather the slick soap against her sensitive tissues, creating an eye-crossing pressure.

  “Shhh,” he soothed, even though he denied her the slightest opportunity for calming down by replacing the soap with his fingers, lowering his golden head and slipping a nipple into his mouth.

  Esa came so violently that she checked out of reality for a few seconds.

  When she came back to herself he still stroked her intimately, causing delicious aftershocks of pleasure to ripple through her body. But he was no longer sucking on her nipple. Instead he watched her through narrow slits of fiery topaz.

  “All warmed up now?” he rasped.

  The explosion of pleasure that had just rocked her world had temporarily deprived her energy to speak so she just nodded.

  “Good. Then it’s time for bed now, Esa.”

  Chapter Eight

  Finn kept forcefully directing his brain onto one thing and one thing only—taking his time with Esa. The interest—or ability for that matter—to question logically why he should be so dead set on the challenge had long fled him.

  Unfortunately, the organ that dominated almost his entire awareness as he carried her to his bed wasn’t remotely interested in logic.

  He grunted as he came down on the mattress and hauled an armful of fragrant, wet, delicious woman on top of him. He scooted back on the cool duvet cover until he leaned partially against the pillows and the padded headboard.

  It pleased him beyond measure to know that Esa was doing the precise opposite of bolting at present. In fact she was all over him, running her hands hungrily over his body, scraping her nails lightly against his sides, making his skin roughen with goose bumps.

  Not to mention that she kissed him with such desperate abandon that Finn temporarily knew only the primitive male mandate to mate…and fast and furiously, at that. The firecracker was back in his arms again and damned if she wasn’t taking him along with her once again on a wild, explosive ride.

  He managed to break their kiss with a supreme effort of will.

  “Esa, stop a moment,” he growled, desire making him hoarse.

  She glanced up at him from his chest where she had been tonguing and nibbling his nipples. Even though he’d just asked her to stop, Finn forced himself to resist an almost overwhelming urge to push her head back down.

  “You made me feel so good. I want to return the favor,” she said softly.

  “Esa,” he grated out when she fisted his aching cock. He refused to let her turn him inside out all over again.

  But the moment she bent at the waist and added her gliding tongue and wet, suctioning mouth to the scenario, Finn’s restraint vaporized for the second time in two nights.

  Her hand lowered to the root of his cock, holding him at her mercy as she explored him. His entire body went rigid, every cell of his being seemingly focused on the movement of her searching tongue, her tight lips, her sweet, hungry suck.

  When her head moved over his lap faster and more forcefully he groaned gutturally, his pleasure building way too quickly for his liking. His hands fisted her thick hair. Despite his attempts at restraint, he was unable to stop himself from lifting his hips, giving himself to her when she was willing to take him so greedily.

  “Stop. Come here,” he demanded after a moment in a much harder voice than he’d intended.

  She looked up from his lap. The sight of her huge, brandy-colored eyes clouded with desire and her damp, lush lips just inches from his straining cock almost sent him over the edge. He momentarily stilled the urge by focusing on the task of retrieving a condom from his bedside table.

  She straddled his lap as he ripped open the packaging. He grimaced in pleasure at the sensation of her sliding his near-to-bursting erection between the silky, firm globes of her ass cheeks. It was bad enough that she had an ass that could turn a man into a rutting beast but she made matters worse by rubbing it against him when he was near to bursting.

  And purring.

  He stilled her squirming hips, furious at her for teasing him so mercilessly.

  “If you don’t hold still I’m gonna paddle your sweet ass.”

  She laughed, calling his bluff. The low, husky sound of her mirth was almost as potent as her squirming on his cock had been. He couldn’t take another second. He tightened the hold on her hips, urging her to take him inside the humid heat that emanated from her core into his skin.

  When she slid down over him, tentatively at first then with one downward surge of her hips, a rough growl scored his throat. Was everything she did merciless? She squeezed him in a tight,
warm fist. He pressed down on her waist, silently begging her not to move until he regained control.

  She panted shallowly. She leaned forward and drew little circles with her hips, biting her lower lip and moaning in pleasure.

  “Christ, you’re incorrigible,” Finn grated out, leaning forward and holding her more tightly onto his lap. He found himself within inches of her large, shapely breasts capped by erect, dark pink nipples.

  He swallowed thickly, feeling himself jerk inside of her tight, clasping sheath. He leaned back into the headboard, aware that sweat was pouring off him.

  “I’m sorry, Finn.”

  “You don’t look like it, Esa,” he muttered wryly as he eyed her bewitching little smile.

  Her eyes went wide when he said her name. She shifted her hips forward on him again, ever so slightly. He knew where she was seeking relief and he reached for her, offering it with his massaging thumb. He couldn’t help but smirk in profound satisfaction when she writhed against him and her sleek channel tightened around his cock.

  “Two can play at torture,” he reminded her. He became increasingly aware, however, that his desire to make her squirm a little was making her do just that, flinging his challenge back in his own face. Her restless, gripping movements around his cock drove him wild.

  Esa paused a moment, gulping for air. His circling thumb sent her straight into blissful orbit. She burned. Everywhere—the soles of her feet, her aching nipples…but mostly beneath Finn’s magical finger. The pressure he applied was cruel in its perfection. She leaned forward and placed her hands on his hard, hair-dusted chest. She moved her hips in tight, gyrating movements.

  Finn snarled. His fingers sank into the soft, firm flesh of her ass cheek, encouraging her to ride him.

  “Oh, Oh…yes!” Esa shouted when he finally let her have her way and she hopped in his lap, stroking him fierce and fast. When Finn increased the rate of his circling thumb, she yelped helplessly and tipped over into climax.

  Finn held her to him while she came, one hand splayed across her stomach, reaching down to the sensitive flesh where he nursed her through her orgasm, the other firmly holding her down, motionless, on his cock. He inhaled deeply, struggling for one last ounce of control as her clasping channel spasmed and pulled at his straining cock.