All the Way (Romancing Manhattan #1)(43)

He’s in the shower. Naked.

I lick my lips, smile, and proceed to hurry out of my clothes. I stop at the vanity to quickly pile my hair on top of my head, and when I turn to join him, I just pause and stare.

He’s so fucking beautiful. That body is sculpted perfectly, the skin is smooth, with a light spattering of hair in all the necessary places. He’s not overly hairy.

Thank the good lord.

His dark hair is a bit too long, but I like it, and it seems his brown eyes can sometimes see right through me.

I’m in love with him.

What?

No.

I blink rapidly and watch when he turns to wash his hair. He still hasn’t seen me.

I’m in love with him.

And I want him. Right now.

I open the shower door and step inside.

“Sorry, I don’t need any housekeeping,” he says with a smile, and I immediately reach out and grip his cock firmly.

“Oh, I’m not housekeeping,” I reply, and squat so I’m eye level with dick. Before he can rinse his hair, I have the head in my mouth, and I’m giving him the best damn blow job of his life.

“Jesus, London,” he growls, leaning on the wall of the shower. I don’t care that water is running down his body and onto me. I don’t care that my hair is getting wet. All I care about is claiming Finn.

Because he’s mine.

Finn urges me to my feet, spins us out of the stream of the shower, and boosts me up against the wall, the cold tile hitting my back.

“You must have had a good meeting,” he says, and bites the fleshy part of my shoulder.

“It’s been a good few weeks,” I reply, my fingers in his wet hair. “I want you, Finn.”

“Gathered that,” he replies, and slips right inside me. He doesn’t pause, he immediately begins to move, and this angle has me about to lose my mind. “You feel so damn good.”

“This always feels so damn good,” I agree, and sigh in pleasure when he licks across my collarbones, then nibbles up my neck. “You’re so fucking good with your mouth.”

I feel him smile against me.

“I’ve been thinking about this all morning,” he murmurs. “You, your tight little body, the sound you make when I’m inside you.”

“Can’t help it.”

I can’t catch my breath.

“Look at me.” His voice is hard, and I immediately open my eyes to find his brown ones searing into me. “You’re mine, do you understand?”

I blink and nod, surprised by the intensity that’s coming off of him in waves.

“This.” He pushes into me, hard. “This is mine.”

I nod again.

“I want to hear you say it.” His lips are almost pressed to mine. His body is doing delicious things to me, and I’m on the edge of losing control.

“I’m all yours, Finn,” I reply, and wrap my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life as he kisses the fuck out of me. He’s pushing harder, faster, and when he groans in my ear, that’s it for me.

He comes right after me, and we stay here for a moment, both panting. I’m not sure I could stand if I had to.

If I’m not mistaken, Finn Cavanaugh just claimed me. And it was the hottest moment of my life.

His face is buried in my neck, and when his breathing has slowed, he gently lowers me to the floor.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Oh, I think I’m better than okay. I might be bordering on fabulous.”

He smiles and kisses my forehead. “You make me lose myself, London. It’s new.”

I think I lost myself that first morning on the beach.

Could it have been then? I’ve never believed in love at first sight, but since I met Finn, I’ve hardly been able to see much of anything else.

“You get washed up, and then come tell me all about your meeting.”

He steps out of the shower, reaches for a towel, and disappears into the bedroom. It doesn’t take me long to freshen up and join him.

“So, what happened?”

“First, we sang. I’m happy to report that my voice is as strong as ever.”

“Of course it is,” he says, and pulls a T-shirt over his head.

“Then we ran some lines, and Gerald even did some directing. The chemistry with Jeffrey is still there in spades.” Finn’s eyes narrow. “Finn, he’s gay. And a good friend.”

“He’s a red-blooded man, London.”

“A gay one. He’s more interested sexually in you than he is me.”

His eyes widen now, and I just laugh and walk to him so I can hug him hard.

“And then what happened?”

“We talked. The job is mine, if I want it. Of course I’ll have my agent look at the contract and the terms, but if it’s all agreeable, it’s mine.”

“You look hesitant.”

I sigh and walk over to the sliding glass door to look out at the city.

“Part of me is hesitant.”

“London, you’re an amazing actress.”

“I know.” I turn back to him and smile. “That’s not it. I know I’m good, and I know I can do this. A few months ago I wouldn’t have been so sure, but I am now.”

“What is it, then?”