“God, you’re perfect,” he muttered as he drew out of her.
Esa gripped his buttocks and brought him back deep with a crisp whap of striking flesh, telling him without words that he was pretty damn perfect himself. Her actions seemed to light a fuse in him.
They began to mate wildly…frantically.
Esa was only vaguely aware that he took her with such force that her body inched slightly back on the lush carpet with each downstroke. But she matched his hard-driving rhythm eagerly. Her desire had built to an almost unbearable pitch even before he had fused his flesh to hers. It didn’t take long for his demanding thrusts to pitch her right into the hot oblivion of an explosive climax.
When she blinked her eyes open a moment later he’d momentarily stilled. He watched her face with a tight, hard focus. He began to move again, at first slowly. But when she began to join him in their taut, fluid rhythm, he increased his pace until he surpassed even his previous one.
She scooted back on the smooth lining of her trench coat and yelped in helpless abandon as he struck their flesh together again and again. The friction built and swelled unbearably until Esa strained yet again for release.
He pushed her arms over her head. Her back arched, her breasts thrust upward. By fixing her wrists to the floor firmly he kept her immobile as he rode her hard to the finish line. She cried out when he lowered his head and sucked an aching nipple straight through her blouse and bra.
“Oh God,” Esa exclaimed as climax reared over her yet again.
He groaned and pressed deep.
The feeling of his penis throbbing inside her as he came triggered her own shattering release. She shuddered as wave after wave of orgasm crashed through her.
A heart-pounding, hard-breathing moment later Finn nuzzled her breast. Esa sighed with contentment but already her body quickened around his embedded flesh.
He lifted his head and regarded her with a heavy-lidded look of amusement when he felt the intimate caress.
“Uh uh. You’re not getting your way this time, Kitten. This time we go to the bedroom and do it right.”
* * * * *
Esa touched the soft, steel-blue duvet cover on Finn’s handsome king-sized bed with a sense of growing awe. The headboard was covered by a beautiful cerulean blue fabric—one of the few bold colors in an otherwise muted palette. The décor in this room was much like that of the rest of the condo that she’d glimpsed ever so briefly as Finn led her back to his bedroom before he went to the bathroom to wash up—tasteful, unique, luxurious yet austere.
All the furniture possessed simple, clean lines in colors of gray, blue and tan with an occasional accent of stark white. Floor-to-ceiling windows in both the living room and bedroom faced east, granting what must be a breathtaking view of Lake Michigan during the daytime. She realized that the colors used to decorate the entire condominium reflected the changeable moods of the lake and sky. Esa wasn’t an expert on decorating but she didn’t need to be to appreciate the overall effect of harmony and peacefulness that pervaded the silent condominium.
Or at least Esa wished that the surroundings of Finn’s luxurious condo would calm her at present. Even the sounds of Finn washing up in the bathroom were muted by the thick pile carpeting. She shifted uneasily as she stared at an original contemporary painting mounted above the bed. Her gaze transferred to several oversized volumes on the coffee table in the seating area, with titles on architecture, art and design.
Nervousness flickered into her awareness for the first time that evening.
What did she really know about Finn Madigan? Since when did construction workers live in expensive, luxurious, tasteful Streeterville condominiums with prime lake views?
Since when did Dr. Esa Ormand have sex with a complete stranger on the floor of his foyer?
Suddenly the whole situation since she’d danced with Finn at One Life seemed surreal. She knew nothing about the man she’d just made shameless, passionate love to.
Panic flared in her chest, momentarily stealing her breath. God, at least he’d worn a condom. She’d have that thought to soothe her in her future sessions of self-mortification and mental cursing in regard to her promiscuous behavior tonight.
Esa tightened the belt of her trench coat with shaking hands. The water faucet shut off in the bathroom. Her eyes went wide in panic.
She bolted for the bedroom door like she thoroughly believed lightning was about to strike Finn Madigan’s bed.
Chapter Four
Finn didn’t speak when Jess walked into the trailer at eleven-fifteen the following morning, but he guessed he didn’t have to by the sheepish look on his younger brother’s face.
“Sorry I’m late.”
Finn scowled and let the blueprints on his drafting table roll closed. He wasn’t in the mood for Jess’ excuses. Not this morning he wasn’t.
As the second-oldest Madigan, Jess would have been the obvious choice for shouldering at least part of the burden for the welfare of the Madigan family. Mary Kate was the next oldest but she worked hard as a foreman for Madigan Construction and had three rambunctious children under the age of nine to consider as well.
The previous owners of Madigan Construction, Uncle Joe and their father Ed, had died within three months of each other this past summer. It had been a brutal double blow for the Madigan clan, one that had indelibly changed the trajectory of Finn’s life. Finn’s mother knew woefully little about the details of running Madigan Construction, even less about its financial workings and building contracts.