MeltMe (2 page)

Chapter Two

Finn’s jaw tightened. He reached out to her, placing one
hand on her hip. The other slid around her neck to cup the back of her head. He
pulled her close to him and said, “You know I do.”

Her hands slid between them and she worked the buttons on his
shirt as she said, “Took you long enough to make a move on me.”

“Timing,” he muttered before his head dipped and his lips
brushed over hers. “It turned out to be perfect today. Especially because I
want the whole weekend with you. A quick fuck’s not going to be enough.”

“And here I was pissed off that my cooler was shot to shit.
Seems it chose the right time to crap out on me.”

“Sometimes, it all just falls into line.” As though done
with the small talk, his mouth pressed to hers. Yvette’s lips parted and his
tongue plunged inside, sweeping over hers, tangling with it, teasing it.
Teasing
her
. Oh what a wicked tongue it was! Yvette couldn’t wait to
feel it on her nipples and her clit.

Tugging the material of Finn’s white, button-down shirt from
the waist of his jeans helped her to spread the opening of the shirt wide, so
she could run her hands over his magnificent body. His hard pectoral muscles.
His rigid abdomen. His strong back. Her hands splayed across his shoulder
blades as she pressed her chest to his, loving the feel of his hot skin and
hard muscles against her breasts.

All the while, Finn continued his tongue tango, deepening
their kiss as though her hands on his body excited him even more.

When they finally came up for air, Finn groaned. “Christ, this
is painful.” He shifted from one booted foot to the other, as though to
alleviate the pressure between his legs.

“Getting a little snug behind that zipper?” she asked as she
ran the tip of her tongue over her upper lip. Tasting the minty flavor Finn left
behind, which mingled with her vodka to create a refreshing combination.

“I’ve been hard since I stepped into your elevator.” He
shook his head. “Hell, I’ve been hard since I met you.”

Grinning, she said, “Perhaps you should have waited to break
out the ice. It’s melting while we’re making out.”

“It’ll last a while longer.” That said, he dipped his head
again and kissed her passionately, conveying his desire for her. His need for
her.

Yvette melted faster than the ice under his heat and
intensity. Her body pressed tighter against his as the hand at her hip moved to
her ass. He cupped the lace-covered cheek, giving it a hard squeeze. His
erection pushed against her belly, making her wish she was as tall as him so
his cock would nestle between her legs. She wanted them naked so she could rub
her mound against the full length of him, feel the thick organ slide along her
wet pussy lips. Nudge her opening. Slip inside…

She moaned as her body went into sensory overload. She
wanted Finn in the worst way, but couldn’t stop kissing him to tell him. His
mouth on hers was electric!

The fingers that were twisted in her hair, which was damp at
the nape of her neck, slid over her throat and across her collarbone. His hand
swept lower and he palmed a breast as his kiss went on and on. He squeezed
roughly, causing fire to ignite in her belly. The pad of his thumb rubbed her
nipple even tighter. When he pinched it, Yvette tore her mouth from his.

“Oh God!”

His hands on her body felt even more sinfully delicious than
she’d imagined!

Her breath came in hard pulls, as did his. But Finn didn’t
let up. His hand eased down between her parted legs and he stroked her outer
lips through the thin material of her panties, the lace adding extra friction.
Making her crazy for him.

“Finn,” she whispered on a sharp rush of air.

As though accepting that one word as a plea for mercy, his
fingers swept aside the damp crotch of her panties and he stroked her bare
flesh, making her hotter. Wetter. When he targeted her swollen clit, massaging
it with skill and confidence, knowing exactly the rhythm that would get her
off, Yvette’s knees nearly knocked together.

Liquid fire seemed to flow through her veins. Her head fell
back on her shoulders as Finn’s mouth pressed to her neck, his lips and tongue
teasing her moist skin, his teeth nipping, his breath soothing the erotic
sting. All the while, his fingertips worked her into a sexual frenzy, pushing
her right to the edge. He eased one long finger deep into her wet pussy and she
let out another unchecked moan.

“Oh yes,” she whispered as the sensuous sensations built
inside her. The fire burned brighter, making her insides sizzle.

“God, you’re turning me on,” he said against her neck, his
voice low and strained. The heel of his hand rubbed her clit as he pushed a
second finger into her aching cunt. “You are so tight. So wet.”

“And so ready to come…”

He groaned. “Do it,” he whispered. “Come all over my
fingers.” His pace quickened. The hand on her ass kept her steady, pressed
against him. His tongue and teeth teased her throat as he working her a little
harder, a little faster.

Yvette’s hands grasped his thick biceps as she held onto
him. The sensations inside her swelled, expanding tight like a balloon with too
much internal pressure. It burst deep in her cunt, sending the erotic
sensations in every direction and making her cry out from the release of the
exquisite tension.

“Holy Christ!” She gasped for air. “Oh God, Finn!” Her inner
walls clenched tight around his fingers as she savored the glorious feelings
coursing through her body, riding the wave of sexual bliss. “Oh God, that is so
good.”

She stared up at the ceiling Finn had painted for her when
she’d first moved in. The abstract, jewel-toned mural made her smile, because
it was Finn’s artwork. His creative genius.

The release of years of sexual tension she’d never been able
to alleviate because it was all tied up around wanting Finn was miraculously
liberating. And having their first encounter here in her condo, in the living
room where he’d painted the ceiling, was perfect. Apropos. Right.

She sighed contently as his lips grazed hers again, before
settling over them. He kissed her, long and deep. Her arms slid around his
neck. He withdrew his fingers from her now-dripping cunt and pulled her into a
tight embrace.

When he finally dragged his mouth from hers, Yvette was
breathless.

“God, your body feels good against mine,” he said in that
low, strained tone that was so damn sexy. “And your pussy… Christ, Yvette.
You’re so fucking tight.”

She smiled. “Haven’t had much time to get around.” Nor had
there been much point to it, when Finn was the one who commanded her passion,
owned her desire.

Sure, she’d had substitute lovers, but they’d never
satisfied her. Had only left her wanting more.

Wanting Finn.

The orgasm he’d just given her was enough to take the edge
off. For all of two minutes. She wanted him more than before, now that she had
confirmation of how explosive they could be together.

Finn grinned at her and said, “That’s the look I want for
this first shot. That ‘I have something he wants’ look.”

Apparently, she did have something Finn wanted.

He stepped away from her, but grabbed her hand and led her
over to the huge cube of ice that was still fully intact. Just a bit watery on
the top, with trickles running down the sides.

“You don’t mind getting wet, do you, doll?”

“According to you—and because of you—I already am.” She
winked at him. He chuckled.

“Such a good sport.” He positioned her in front of the cube
and said, “Sit right in the middle of the block and spread your legs wide. I
want one on either side of the ice cube. Hands on your thighs. Chest high so I
get a great shot of those perfect breasts.” His gaze lingered on her chest for
a moment before he fluffed her curls again, making them spill over her
shoulders and down her back. The strands blew away from her face with the fan
pointed at her.

“This is going to be cold.” But she relished the idea,
because she was still burning up from Finn’s kisses and his hands on her body.
His skilled finger-fucking. The wicked taste of things to come.

She lowered herself down onto the ice sculpture, gasping at
the cold puddle of water she sat in, which instantly soaked her panties.

“Oh my,” she muttered. “Super frigid.”

“I’ll make it quick,” he said. “Spread your legs, babe.” He
started firing off shots. Her nipples were rock-hard from the cold, as well as
the way Finn mumbled complimentary things under his breath as he snapped shots
of her.

When he said, “Damn, you make me hard,” her toes curled in
her high heels.

She flashed him what she hoped was a sexy smile. Tossed her
head so her hair went flying over her shoulder. Tried to give him the look he
wanted.

Her ass was almost numb when he finally put the camera down
and reached for her, helping her off the melting block of ice, which he wrapped
in the mold and returned to the chest.

“Oh Jesus,” she said as the air from the fan made her butt
even colder.

Finn cupped her cheeks with his large hands to warm them,
massaging vigorously.

“That’s a nice little fringe benefit,” she said, excited all
over again to have Finn’s hands on her body.

He said, “I meant to cool you down, not give you pneumonia.”

“Think I’ll survive.” She wrapped her arms around his neck
and kissed him.

Finn backed her up against the sofa and directed her down
onto it as he broke their kiss. “Lie on your side,” he instructed. “Top leg
slightly bent. Hand supporting your head. This other arm… You’ll need to drape
it over your hip.” He positioned her just so.

But the hand lying against her hip didn’t stay there. She
reached for Finn, her fingers curling around the waistband of his jeans,
holding him in place.

She smiled up at him as her hand moved south, over the
erection that bulged behind the denim. Finn groaned, which egged her on. She
sat up and worked the button and zipper on his pants, then pushed the material
over his hips and down his legs, followed quickly by his briefs. Finn stripped
off his unbuttoned shirt, toed off his boots and divested himself of the pool
of clothing at his feet.

“Now there’s something to paint.” She whistled under her
breath as her pulse raced and everything inside her went tight and tingly.
“Good Lord, Finn. You put the statue of David to shame.”

He grinned at her. “No need to flatter me, babe.”

She licked her lips as her gaze slid over his hunky body,
landing on his big, beautiful cock. Fully erect and jutting upward, just
waiting for her mouth to close over it.