Secret Obsession (4 page)

He eased his pickup to a crawl as he approached her car. She was so engrossed with the flat tire that she didn't notice him until his headlights were shining down on her. Finn sucked in a deep breath and groaned at the sight of her up close. The thin cotton tank top she wore was plastered to her body and her perky tits were on full display. He had been dreaming about how those lovely mounds would feel in his hand, and how good his cock would feel buried deep inside of her.

Living in such close proximity to a woman who wore pajamas meant for a ten year old, with her tight behind barely concealed, had turned him into a sex crazed monster. It was the way his body hummed when she was near him. The way her scent lingered in the air whenever she passed. Damn, he wanted her desperately.

They locked eyes, and for a moment, Finn swore he saw what he was feeling reflected in hers. Right before she let relief flood her features. For some reason that pleased him. He liked that the sight of him gave her relief.

Killing the lights on his truck, he took a few moments to adjust his crotch and compose himself before jumping out.

Raven
dropped the wrench from her hand, conceding her defeat to the flat, and making room for Finn to crouch down next to her. She tried to ignore the way his musky man scent made her dizzy with excitement. The ache between her thighs was almost unbearable and she squeezed them together, desperately trying to take the edge off.

What was it about him that made her feel so lustful and shameless?

It could be the fact that he was a tall walking advertisement of muscle and brawn. His dark blond hair was perpetually on the verge of unruly, and it taunted her to sink both hands in and pull. His cognac colored eyes always regarded her thoughtfully, and his deep baritone voice made her feel warm inside.  Today he wore a navy blue t-shirt that stretched across his well-defined chest and a pair of thoroughly worn jeans. The way his thighs bulged underneath the light blue denim made her want to reach out and touch them.

"So, I have a flat," she nervously stated the obvious.

"I see that," he replied softly. His grin brought attention to the deep dimple in his cheek. Raven forced herself to look away. He was overwhelming.

"Well the good news is your donut looks good, and you have all the right tools here." He winked. Pure heat surged between the two of them. To be on the safe side, he added, "Why don't you wait in the truck? I'll be done in no time at all."

Raven was stunned by their chemistry. Part of her wanted to sit right there in all her hot, bug infested glory, but the other part knew that she would just spend the time embarrassing herself by staring at him. At least the truck was cool and she could watch him covertly. Dusting off her hands, she smiled at him before she got up and walked away. Was she imagining the feel of his eyes on her? Should she turn around to see if he was watching?

Yes.

Fuck!

He was watching, and the way his eyes darkened on her made her gasp slightly before turning away.

Shaking
his head, Finn returned his attention to the matter at hand. He'd been caught eye fucking Raven's ass while she walked away, and that wasn't good. He stayed away from her for that exact reason. She was too damn tempting. The perfect mixture of naive and sexy, and bold but demure. And she wanted him, too.

He could see the desire in her eyes, the way her breathing always increased around him, and the way her cheeks flushed anytime he looked at her. Every single one of those responses made him want to take a taste, to find out if she was as good as he imagined. What he shouldn't have been doing was fantasizing about her.

His mother would kill him if she knew.

Harry Davis, Raven's father, was helping to get the ranch back on track and his mother genuinely seemed to love him. He was the first man in her life since his father passed. Finn liked him enough, but he was much too old for a new daddy. So he distanced himself from his new 'family'. He did his work around the ranch, and stayed away from his irresistible stepsister, now sitting in his truck and probably watching him as he worked.

Finn resisted the urge to look up. He'd deal with Raven later.

For
the next ten minutes Finn worked on that tire, while Raven watched him. Knowing that it would only cause her to sink deeper into her obsession.  His muscles flexing with the brute force he employed to work the jack was more than she could bear, and the delicate tension he used to twist the lug nuts made her long to know if his touch would be rough or gentle.

There were no feelings of shame for her forbidden thoughts about Finn. She was too far-gone. Only the undeniable desire to have her body used by his mattered. Judging from the hunger in his eyes when he looked at her, he felt the same way.

She wanted him.

Needed to have him.

There was no way around it.

For weeks she tried to deny her attraction, but her desire was so strong she could taste it. Small granules of lust for Finn on the back of her tongue. Raven watched as he finished up, putting the flat and all of her tools into her trunk before making his way back to her. She wondered if he wanted her as bad.

The
tire hadn't been much trouble at all, and Finn was grateful for that. He was anxious to get out of the heat. It was melting away his already tattered resolve. Raven hadn't gotten out of his truck yet, so that meant more conversation. Conversation with a girl who was quietly bewitching him. That had to be the explanation for his erratic desire for her.

Stretching his arms out in front of him, he used his forearm to wipe the sweat from his brow. Wanting to get the tire dust and grime off his face, he needed to get his water and sweat rag out the bed of his truck to clean up.  He made sure to walk on the driver's side to retrieve the items he needed.

When Finn rounded the front of his truck he took Raven in for the first time since she'd walked away. She was seated sideways across the cab, with her long legs hanging out of the passenger door. He gulped. His eyes followed what seemed like miles of smooth skin from the ankle strap of her heels to the mid of her thighs where her skirt had rode up.

He swallowed again.

Continuing their visual exploration, his eyes moved up past her taut stomach, following the damp imprint of her tits.
Sweet Jesus
. Her top was like a second skin, nearly transparent, and he could just make out the shape of her areola as her nipples poked through what looked to be a lace bra. Black lace.

Pulling his gaze away from the sinful curves of her breasts, he followed the path of exposed flesh from her cleavage to her neck and upwards finally meeting her gaze. She smiled at him; seemingly oblivious to the way he'd visually molested the shit out of her.

"Thank you so much, Finn. God knows how long I would have been out here trying to get that damn tire off."

Finn smiled in response. Even her voice was alluring. Sweet with a touch of rapines.

"No problem, really. I'm just glad I found you. I like to make rounds on the surrounding roads of the ranch before I head home at night. Do you always come this way?" Finn, who had wondered at her level of common sense, waited for an answer.

"No, not usually, but I had a long day and wanted a change of scenery. Should have known better than to deviate from the script." Raven shook her head with her last statement. He didn't know if she meant to be funny but he couldn't help but laugh at her sour expression. Raven narrowed her eyes at him as he chuckled.

"So, my tragedy is your comedy?" She asked with a raised brow. Now she was just sexy and he continued to grin. There was a moment where something flashed between them. A wall crumbled and they connected, no longer familiar strangers.

"Not at all. Glad I could jump in when your script went awry. Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure," Raven said. She hated how anxious she was to know what he wanted.

" Do you normally stick to the script?"

"No." A simple answer with a big meaning. Raven’s desire was evident in her eyes. She was no longer holding back.

"No?" Finn asked in an attempt to draw her out further. "So you do you allow yourself to be a little spontaneous?" He didn't really mean to flirt, but he couldn't help it.

They were dancing around the fire, just close enough to feel the heat of the flames.

"Sometimes I deviate. Like today." Her voice was throaty and breathless as she fell deeper into his hypnotic web.

"As much as I love running into you on a dark country road, you ought to be careful. Things can get dangerous for a pretty girl like you," he murmured. Their eyes were locked as they continued to play their little game.

"Then I guess I'm lucky you're the one who found me."

She reached out, running her fingers through his soft, silky hair.

"Why do I feel like the lucky one," he whispered. 

Raven gently tugged his golden strands to pull him closer. Finn struggled to maintain his cool, fighting the urge to put his hands all over her. Flirting was harmless, but what he wanted to do was not. He wanted to harm her body with his, in the worst way.