‘Leave me alone, Georgie,’ he said, but the protest was weak and he knew she knew it.
‘Give me one last shot and, if you really insist, then I’ll go.’
He couldn’t speak for trying to drum up the will to insist she leave, regardless of what she did next, and she seemed to take his silence as assent, which maybe it foolishly and recklessly was, because before he knew what she was planning, before he could brace himself for what she might say or do, she’d let go of him, reached down, and gripped the hem of her top.
And as she whipped it off and tossed it to the floor, exposing her lace-covered breasts and inches of beautiful, creamy skin to his ravenous gaze, Finn felt what was left of his resistance crumble and the last remaining vestiges of his self-control shatter.
* * *
When, suddenly galvanised into action after minutes of rock-solid stillness, Finn hauled her into his arms and his mouth crashed down on hers, Georgie’s first thought was, oh, thank heavens for that. She hadn’t known what she would have done next had he rejected her bold move. Back away and flee, most probably, because there was taking a leaf out of his book and not stopping until one got what one wanted, and then there was harassment.
Now, though, as he held her tightly and kissed her as if his life depended on it, she couldn’t think at all. Her head was swimming and the electricity zinging through her as a result of his chest hair rubbing against her sensitised skin was enough to power the national grid. She’d forgotten how very good he was at this, how good they were together, and she kissed him back with equal fervour.
When at last Finn lifted his head, his eyes were so dark they were almost black and his breathing was as ragged as hers. ‘You really don’t play fair,’ she heard him murmur harshly over the thunder of her heart.
‘You’re a hard man to crack.’
‘You have no idea how hard I’ve been.’
She arched her back, pressing her hips more firmly to his, and gave him a quick grin. ‘I think I may have some.’
His gaze bored into hers and she shivered. ‘Are you sure about this?’
‘Yes.’
‘What exactly do you want from me?’ he persisted.
‘Not sex.’
He stilled for a moment and eased back, his expression tortured. ‘OK, then,’ he said, clearly grappling to contain his surprise and disappointment. ‘OK.’ And then, hoarsely, ‘Ou
t of interest, why not?’
‘It’s too risky,’ she clarified swiftly to put him out of his misery. ‘We were careful the last time and look what happened. I can’t get pregnant a second time. I can’t go through the last six months all over again. Ever. We can do everything else though.’
As her words sank in he shuddered with visible relief. ‘Thank God for that.’
‘I’m sure you know things I’ve never even heard of.’
‘Based on past experience, I very much doubt that.’
‘Is that OK?’ she added, suddenly worried that it might not be enough for him.
‘I’ll take anything you’re willing to give.’
Phew. ‘Then we’re going to be busy.’
‘Fine by me.’
He turned with her still in his arms and backed her up towards the bed until her knees hit the edge of it. Together they fell onto the mattress, his hard-muscled weight pinning her down in the most breathtakingly lovely way.
‘That’s better,’ he muttered, lowering his head and capturing her mouth with his in a kiss that blew her mind all over again.
Caught up in a maelstrom of soul-shattering sensation, Georgie gave up thinking and let instinct take over. She lifted her hands to his shoulders, smoothing them over his muscles, feeling them bunch and flex as he held himself off her just enough to prevent crushing her.
He dragged his mouth along her jaw to her ear, nipping at a spot that made her groan as heat sizzled through her, and she gasped, ‘You remembered.’
‘I remember everything.’