January answered by way of a glittering stare. Slanting his mouth back over hers, Finn slid his tongue past her lips, retreating only far enough to do it again, then again. His fingers traveled down her neck to her shoulders, parting the lapels of the suit jacket he’d loaned her just enough to expose the tops of her arms and the deep V of her neckline. January’s nipples beaded behind the thin gray fabric of her dress, which clung to her curves in its post-fountain state, and fuck, Finn couldn’t help but run his thumb over one tight, sexy peak.
“Ohhhh.” She moaned her approval, making his dick throb harder behind his fly. Slipping his hand past the barrier of her dress, he captured her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, a dark thrill expanding in the pit of his belly as she pressed her shoulder blades into the wall and arched higher into his touch. Without slowing his attention on her breast, Finn reached down with his free hand, cupping his fingers beneath the back of her knee to lift her foot from the floor.
“Finnegan, please,” she whispered, the hem of her dress riding high around her thighs as she tipped her hips against his in a thrust that left no guesswork to her intentions, and Finn’s pulse slammed even faster against his throat.
“Fuck, January.” He rocked back, his suit pants and the damp lace of her pale pink panties the only barriers between his cock and the sweet heat of her sex. “I can’t think when you say my name like that.”
“You said tonight is about whatever I want, right?” she asked, her blue stare glinting in the scant light around them.
Finn didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
“Then don’t think. Just make me come.”
The bold command rattled all the way through him, heightening his need to do exactly what she’d told him to. Dropping to his knees in front of her, he slid his hands over the smooth, tight muscles of her calves. January’s dress was still bunched around her hips, giving Finn an unimpeded and sexy-as-hell view of her body. Her lips parted as his fingers rode higher over her bare skin, her sigh deepening to a moan when he pushed her thighs wider with both palms.
“Jesus, baby.” Finn’s breath caught in his throat, covering the words with gravel as he took in the flare of her hips and the glimpse of her pussy from behind the thin scrap of her thong. “Look at you. You’re even prettier than I imagined you’d be.”
Hooking his thumbs beneath the lacy strings slung low over each hip bone, he began to pull. The movement slid the material over her core, and while he’d had every intention of taking her panties off in order to make good on his earlier promise to taste her until she unraveled, the moan collapsing from the back of her throat changed his mind.
Releasing the strings from one hip bone, Finn moved his fingers to the damp triangle of lace tucked between her legs. January widened her stance on the plush carpet, and fucking hell, it was going to take every ounce of his restraint not to skip all the pleasantries, rip off her panties, and just sink his dick in her warm, wet folds.
But he’d said he’d give her everything, which meant taking his time despite all the now now now pumping down from the most primal part of his brain, so that’s exactly what he was going to do.
Starting right. This. Second.
“Oh God,” January moaned, her body tightening as he hooked his forefinger over the lace between her thighs, dragging the material over her clit in a slow glide. She chased the ministration with a tilt of her hips, her knees fluttering wider and her spine bowing from the wall.
“That’s it.” Finn cupped the curve of her ass to hold her closer, splaying his fingers over her hot, bare skin. Working in time with her breathy sighs, he slid the lace up and down over the seam of her body, building his way toward a steady rhythm. The sounds drifting up from her chest shot right to his cock, and God damn, he’d never heard anything so needful or downright sexy in his life. January moved her hips in time with his movements, urging him faster with each glide of the now-soaked lace over her clit. But Finn had promised everything, so instead of giving in and guiding her to his bed to fuck her senseless like his instinct screamed at him to, he closed his mouth over her lace-clad pussy.
“Ah.” January’s entire body went taut for a split second before she lowered her hands to hold him close—which worked out great, because now that he’d tasted her, he sure as hell wasn’t going anywhere. Her hips tilted as if searching for closer contact, and Finn didn’t hesitate to give it. Angling closer, he pressed his tongue to the top of her core and his shoulders between her thighs, wrapping an arm around her waist to steady her as he coaxed one foot from the carpet to gain better access.
“As pretty as these are,” he said, pausing to drop an appreciative gaze at her panties. “They need to go.”
January nodded. Sliding her hands from his shoulders to her hips, she tugged at the little bows on either side until the lace mercifully loosened from her body. Her panties fell away to reveal her slick, smooth skin, and sweet Christ, Finn had never seen anything hotter than this woman laid bare before him. He closed the sliver of space between them without thinking, returning his mouth to the spot where they both wanted it. Testing January’s core with everything from long strokes to quick, feather-light flicks, Finn learned every part of her with his lips and tongue. He catalogued every sigh, each push of her hips, every response to his motions, lingering where she cried out the loudest, until finally, her body quickened beneath his hands and mouth.
“Please. Finn, please,” January rasped. “Don’t stop.”
She reached down, cupping his face with one hand and locking the fingers on the other through his hair. Without slowing his attention to her core, he lifted his stare to take her in as he pleasured her. Her chest rose and fell in rapid bursts, pressing the curve of her breasts dangerously close to the deep V of her dress. Although she still wore his suit jacket, the black fabric had fallen from her shoulders to pool around her arms and hands, nearly covering her fingers even as she clutched him to keep him close. But it was January’s face that did him in, eyes squeezed shut and full lips parted over yet another plea to give her what she’d waited so long to have.
No more waiting.
Finn closed his lips over her clit, pulling the rigid knot into his mouth with a firm suck. The cry that tore from her throat made his heart pound and his cock stiff enough to border on pain, but still, he didn’t stop. Working her with his tongue, Finn licked and sucked and circled until January’s thighs began to tremble.
Yes. Yes. Fucking yes. “Take it,” he urged, swiping his tongue back over her clit in a hard swirl. “Show me what you taste like when you come undone.”
Her tremble grew into a full-on tightening, her body holding steady for just a breath before she came with a keening cry. Finn stilled, letting her take what she wanted, however she wanted it, before slowly scaling back on his touch and finding his feet.
“You’re pretty incredible,” he said, surprised as hell when January laughed, long and loud in reply.
“You just gave me the best orgasm I’ve ever freaking had, and I’m incredible?”
As much as Finn didn’t want to lose the mood, there was pretty much no way he could let that go. “The best, huh?”
January’s eyes glinted in the shadows. One barely-there shrug sent the suit jacket from her shoulders to the floor, a lightning fast turn of her wrist and hiss of her zipper had her dress following in its path.
“Mmm hmm,” she confirmed, utterly confident despite her nakedness. “Is tonight still about whatever I want?”
His cock jerked. “Yes.”
“Then take me to bed so I can return the favor.”
Finn pulled her closer to slam his mouth over hers in answer. They moved across the suite in a flurry of deep kisses, hastily discarding most of his clothes along the way. He led January to the threshold of his bedroom, lifting her off her feet and placing her in the center of the snowy white duvet. Strains of moonlight and city lights filtered in past the sheer curtains, and both combined to offer just enough visibility in the shadows. Fin
n took a brief but necessary minute to grab a condom from his bag in the adjacent bathroom, and January reached out to close the space between them as soon as he returned to the bed.
“Come here.” She opened her knees in invitation, leaning back against the lush pillows. Propping as much of his weight as possible on one forearm, he lowered himself against her, bringing their bodies flush from mouths to chests to hips.
“Ah, God,” Finn grated, thrusting his cock into the cradle of her hips even though his boxer briefs were still firmly in place.
January thrust back, the seam of her body hot and wet through the fabric. “Don’t make me wait, Finn. I want you inside me. I want to know what you sound like when you come.”
She reached between them, her fingers curling around the gray cotton at his waist, and Finn was done holding back. His boxer briefs were off in an instant, the condom safely in place in another, and before he could think or breathe or control a single goddamn thing about his actions, he filled January’s pussy in one unforgiving stroke.
Oh. Holy. Hell.
For a second, Finn was paralyzed by all the uncut sensations taking over his body and brain. Although he’d slid into her with ease, January’s inner muscles squeezed tightly around his cock, sending his breath to a near-halt in his lungs. She dug her fingers into his shoulders, the sweet sting of her nails turning to all pleasure as her back arched against the covers, her nipples pebbled with obvious arousal. The sound coming up from Finn’s throat meant to be a moan, but then January moved—just a tiny retreat of her hips was all it took—and his chest vibrated with a growl.
“January.” His hands turned to hot fists, gripping the bedsheets as he levered back. The next press forward brought even more hot pressure around his shaft, and Finn couldn’t tell what he wanted more—to fuck her harder or fuck her longer. But then she reached around his waist, spreading her fingers wide on either side of his ass to keep his cock locked inside of her, and the decision became involuntary. Digging his knees into the mattress, he rocked against her body over and over until they’d built a hard, fast cadence between them. Every thrust brought him closer—more intensity, more slick heat, more everything—and January looked up at him with a glittering stare.
“You don’t have to hold back. Take it, Finn. Take what you want.”
The words landed deep in his chest, shredding the last of his control. He pistoned his hips, his cock filling her to the hilt with each thrust, and she shuddered in response, calling Finn’s name. His climax came on fast and strong, rising from the base of his spine to his balls, and he buried himself inside her as he came with a shout.
Minutes passed, his body going lax and his breathing slowing from ragged gasps to a somewhat smoother rhythm. Finn shifted to January’s side so he didn’t crush her, giving himself an extra minute to make sure his legs would actually do the job of supporting his body weight before taking a quick trip to the bathroom to clean up. When he returned, January was still on the bed, but she’d pulled the covers over her, tucking them over her chest and beneath both arms.
“Hey,” she said, and even though the word was only a whisper, Finn would’ve heard the hitch from a thousand yards away.
“What’s the matter?”
She laughed, but it was more irony than humor. “Nothing. I just, ah. Didn’t expect we’d end up here tonight.”
“I didn’t either,” Finn admitted. “I’m glad we did, though.”
That seemed to surprise her. “You are?”
Surprise moved through Finn right back. “Aren’t you?”
“Of course,” she said, her answer immediate. “It’s just…we don’t have to make this awkward by turning it into something it’s not just because we were close once. I know you’re only in Remington for a few days.”
Finn blew a breath into the shadows. This was the point at which he usually agreed wholeheartedly, telling whoever happened to be in his bed that yeah, he was going to be on a plane/train/bus/whatever in the very near future. But even though that was true in this case too, something made him say, “Okay, but that doesn’t mean we can’t spend those few days together.”
“You want me to stay?” January asked, blinking at him through the velvety ambient light in the bedroom.
Finn’s heart kicked against his sternum. He might have hidden his feelings from her in the past, but he had never, ever lied to her outright. No matter how fleeting this might be, he wasn’t about to start now. “Sure. This is still your night. Come on, what do you want to do now? Name it, and I’ll make it happen.”
She answered after a pause. “You’re going to laugh.”
“I will not.” He crossed a finger over his chest as proof.
“Even if I tell you I want to watch horror movies on Pay-Per-View and make you tell me when I can look again after all the really scary parts?”
Shit. “Okay, I might be laughing at you a little. But if a movie marathon is what you want…” He reached for the remote, pulling her close. “I’m game, Calendar Girl.”
Just for tonight, it was enough.
Seven
January woke slowly, burrowing deeper in the hypnotic warmth of the butter-soft bedsheets. Her mind drifted over the last twelve hours, lazily reminding her of dinner…the impulsive trip to the fountains in front of the hotel…Finn’s rough, gruff voice as he’d told her to come…the intensity on his gorgeous face when she’d said it right back to him…the night they’d spent together after that, wrapped up in blankets and laughter and each other as they’d watched movies until drifting off…
Oh God, she’d had insanely hot, other-worldly, mind-blowing sex with Finn. Finn. And rather than rationally thinking about the fact that he was going back to New Orleans in a few days, probably forever, all January wanted was to do it again.
“Mmmm. Morning,” Finn murmured, and okay, that sexy, scruffy, bed-head thing he had going on so wasn’t helping to keep her libido in check.
“It is morning.” Rolling over, she squinted at the clock on the bedside table, exhaling in surprise as the numbers registered. “Oh, it’s early.”
“I’m not much of a late sleeper,” Finn admitted. “Occupational hazard.”
January’s brows rose. “What time does the team usually practice?”
“It depends on where we are in the season, but no matter when we hit the ice, I go in a couple hours early, just to do my own workout and review film.”
The muscles in his shoulders flexed enticingly as he stretched, and January forced herself to focus. “Jeez. You really are a workaholic.”
Finn turned to his side, facing her in the soft, early morning sunlight drifting in past the sheers. “Maybe. But playing hockey is all I’ve ever wanted to do. It doesn’t feel like work to me.”
“You haven’t spent much time with the Cup,” she said, her stomach giving up a tiny squeeze as his expression tightened in response.
“I only wanted to do one thing with it, and that was bring it to Asher’s grave.”
An idea sparked in January’s mind, pushing past her lips before she could cage it. “You have it for another hour or so, right? Why don’t we have breakfast with it?”
The edges of Finn’s mouth lifted in a half-smirk. “You do realize Edwin comes with the deal?”
“Yes, I realize Edwin comes with the deal, but come on. It’s the Cup, Finn. I know you wanted to bring it to Asher’s grave rather than get all flashy with the thing, but you worked your ass off to earn the win. Don’t you think you deserve a little celebration too?”
The surprise whisking through his light brown stare told her all too clearly that the thought hadn’t occurred to him. “I guess I do have some time before Edwin takes the Cup to my buddy, Bear. But we’ll need to hurry. Bear racked up more penalty minutes than anyone else on the Rage this year. He and I might be teammates, but I’m not about to piss the guy off by keeping him from his day with the Cup.”
January pictured the big, burly defenseman in her head, and oookay. Valid point.
“Alright. I’ll jump in the shower while you order room service and talk to Edwin. Sound good?”
“You in the shower?” Just like that, Finn’s stare grew hot. “That sounds very good.”
Warmth pooled between her thighs, reminding her that they were very, very naked beneath the sheets. “Focus, Finnegan,” she managed to say, sending an identical message to the part of her brain that wanted to chuck breakfast and have Finn instead. “You. Me. The Cup. Fifteen minutes.”
“Okay, okay,” he said, getting out of bed and reaching for the pair of jeans sitting on top of his duffel bag, bedside. “Fifteen minutes.”
January slid from the covers and padded to the bathroom—which was the size of her entire condo and way fancier—letting the hot water run for a minute before stepping into the spray. There were plenty of hotel toiletries for her to go through her lather, rinse, repeat routine, which she did with efficiency even though a tiny part of her was tempted to linger beneath the multiple showerheads. She was halfway through drying off when she realized that her only clothing options were the towel currently wrapped around her and the dress she’d unceremoniously left in a puddle on the floor last night, and crap. Guess she’d have to wear one to go get the other. But as soon as she poked her head into the bedroom, she broke into a grin and scooped up option number three from where Finn had left it at the foot of the bed.
“Are you trying to sway my team loyalty?” she asked a minute later, giving a little twirl over the carpet of the suite’s main room to show off the Rage jersey bearing Finn’s number and the pair of sweatpants she’d had to roll a few times at the waist in order to keep from tripping or losing them outright.
Finn laughed, and God it sounded good. “Absolutely.”
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