black silk.
Finn leaned back in his chair and studied her. Her cheeks were flushed, a pulse beating rapidly in that delicate dip in her throat he had explored with his lips earlier, and her breasts were pressed against her t-shirt as she breathed raggedly.
His gaze returned to the blush in her cheeks. “How was it different, Eva?” he prompted huskily.
“You were… We were… I think you’re just trying to distract me so that you win at chess!” she accused irritably.
“Oh I’d done that by the time you made your third move.” He made his final move. “Checkmate.”
Eva stared down at the board incredulously, shoulders slumping as she saw Finn was right. She’d thought she had a good chance at winning too.
Did this man have to be good at everything?
And she did mean everything.
“And the forfeit is?” She eyed him warily.
He smiled slowly. “You just heard it.”
“I pose topless?” Eva heard her voice raise a couple of octaves.
“Topless,” Finn confirmed with a satisfied nod. “That way I get to at least look at your breasts all day. And if I’m very, very good, maybe you’ll let me play with them again later too. Did you like having your breasts stroked and pulled, Eva?” His eyes gleamed darkly. “You have such beautiful nipples. I could suck on them all day—”
“Stop it, Finn.” Eva put her hands over her ears as if that could block out the way her body had warmed at his words, those nipples he liked so much hardening to twin pebbles beneath her t-shirt. “Just stop it!”
Pebbles Finn must surely be able to see pressing against her t-shirt, her arousal obvious.
“You never did tell me whether or not you have a boyfriend,” he pressed. “Someone who gets to regularly suck on those delicious nipples.”
“I told you to stop it!” Eva glared at him as she stood up abruptly, almost upsetting the chess table as she did so. “I don’t like playing these sorts of games.”
“I don’t play games, Eva.” Finn stood up too, heat radiating off him as he stood just inches away from her. “So just answer the fucking question!”
“Finn...” Eva felt weak at the knees just from his proximity.
His jaw clenched. “Answer me, damn it!”
“Why?”
He smiled humorlessly. “Because I don’t fuck women who belong to other men, even as a way of passing the time during a blizzard.”
Whatever sexual haze had been weakening Eva’s knees and causing her blood to thrum hotly through her veins, it immediately evaporated at the crudeness of Finn’s words. “I have news for you—you aren’t ‘fucking’ me, whether I have a boyfriend or not!” she assured him with a look of disgust.
Mission accomplished, Finn acknowledged heavily, knowing he had now thoroughly pissed Eva off.
But knowing that he had done the right thing didn’t lessen the gnawing disappointment in his gut.
Problem was, the later the evening had become the more Finn had sensed Eva’s sexual tension, as if she fully expected him to suggest they share a bed tonight. And she hadn’t decided yet whether or not she was going to say yes.
Finn would have liked nothing better than to share a bed with Eva. For many nights. Unfortunately his life was fucked up enough already, without dragging Eva into the mess.
Anymore than she already was, just by being here with him...
The last woman Moira had seen him with had ended up at the hospital having stitches put in her temple.
The last thing he wanted was for Moira to make Eva her next target. And if that meant he had to keep Eva at arms’ length, then so be it.
With Moira on the loose and knowing exactly where he was, he had to keep his wits about him.
He wouldn’t have any wits left at all if he gave in to the increasing hunger he felt to make love to Eva, kissing and suckling those breasts until she came, before burying himself to the balls in
Finn leaned back in his chair and studied her. Her cheeks were flushed, a pulse beating rapidly in that delicate dip in her throat he had explored with his lips earlier, and her breasts were pressed against her t-shirt as she breathed raggedly.
His gaze returned to the blush in her cheeks. “How was it different, Eva?” he prompted huskily.
“You were… We were… I think you’re just trying to distract me so that you win at chess!” she accused irritably.
“Oh I’d done that by the time you made your third move.” He made his final move. “Checkmate.”
Eva stared down at the board incredulously, shoulders slumping as she saw Finn was right. She’d thought she had a good chance at winning too.
Did this man have to be good at everything?
And she did mean everything.
“And the forfeit is?” She eyed him warily.
He smiled slowly. “You just heard it.”
“I pose topless?” Eva heard her voice raise a couple of octaves.
“Topless,” Finn confirmed with a satisfied nod. “That way I get to at least look at your breasts all day. And if I’m very, very good, maybe you’ll let me play with them again later too. Did you like having your breasts stroked and pulled, Eva?” His eyes gleamed darkly. “You have such beautiful nipples. I could suck on them all day—”
“Stop it, Finn.” Eva put her hands over her ears as if that could block out the way her body had warmed at his words, those nipples he liked so much hardening to twin pebbles beneath her t-shirt. “Just stop it!”
Pebbles Finn must surely be able to see pressing against her t-shirt, her arousal obvious.
“You never did tell me whether or not you have a boyfriend,” he pressed. “Someone who gets to regularly suck on those delicious nipples.”
“I told you to stop it!” Eva glared at him as she stood up abruptly, almost upsetting the chess table as she did so. “I don’t like playing these sorts of games.”
“I don’t play games, Eva.” Finn stood up too, heat radiating off him as he stood just inches away from her. “So just answer the fucking question!”
“Finn...” Eva felt weak at the knees just from his proximity.
His jaw clenched. “Answer me, damn it!”
“Why?”
He smiled humorlessly. “Because I don’t fuck women who belong to other men, even as a way of passing the time during a blizzard.”
Whatever sexual haze had been weakening Eva’s knees and causing her blood to thrum hotly through her veins, it immediately evaporated at the crudeness of Finn’s words. “I have news for you—you aren’t ‘fucking’ me, whether I have a boyfriend or not!” she assured him with a look of disgust.
Mission accomplished, Finn acknowledged heavily, knowing he had now thoroughly pissed Eva off.
But knowing that he had done the right thing didn’t lessen the gnawing disappointment in his gut.
Problem was, the later the evening had become the more Finn had sensed Eva’s sexual tension, as if she fully expected him to suggest they share a bed tonight. And she hadn’t decided yet whether or not she was going to say yes.
Finn would have liked nothing better than to share a bed with Eva. For many nights. Unfortunately his life was fucked up enough already, without dragging Eva into the mess.
Anymore than she already was, just by being here with him...
The last woman Moira had seen him with had ended up at the hospital having stitches put in her temple.
The last thing he wanted was for Moira to make Eva her next target. And if that meant he had to keep Eva at arms’ length, then so be it.
With Moira on the loose and knowing exactly where he was, he had to keep his wits about him.
He wouldn’t have any wits left at all if he gave in to the increasing hunger he felt to make love to Eva, kissing and suckling those breasts until she came, before burying himself to the balls in
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