Heartbreaker(53)

“No, it wouldn’t.” Edith gives him a long stare, then turns to me. “He can make himself useful, and help move the feed. Those damn delivery boys left it out again.”

“I’d be happy to help,” Finn says quickly, but Edith just makes a hurumphing noise and exits the barn. “What did I do to her?” Finn asks, looking thrown.

“Don’t take it personally,” I pat his arm. “I think she was rooting for the other guy.”

“The other—Oh, right, the vet.” Finn looks smug. “Someone should break it to her that he’s out of the picture.”

I roll my eyes. “You could just piss in a circle around me,” I suggest wryly. “It would mark your territory quicker.”

“Don’t think I haven’t considered it.” Finn slides his hands around my waist and draws me near, his breath hot in my ear. “You bring out the animal in me.”

My laughter fades into a gasp as his hands move lower. “Finn.”

“What?” Finn kisses me, and I forget my own name for a moment, too caught up in the rush of heat and slow, sensual movement of his tongue deep in my mouth. I clutch a handful of his shirt and pull him closer, savoring every taste.

I come up for air, my head spinning. How does he do this to me? One minute, I’m a sane, rational person, and then he lays his hands on me and it all flies out the window. I’m possessed with reckless need, zero to crazy-turned-on in five seconds flat.

Finn takes a quick look around, then grabs my hand, tugging me back into the shadows of a storage stall. The barn used to be stables, and now there are pallets of feed and supplies stacked up against the wooden partition. He pushes me up against them, and kisses me again. “Finn..,” I murmur, fighting a losing battle with myself. Damn, he’s sexy. I drag my mouth from his and glance to the doors. “Edith could come back--”

“She’s outside.” Finn runs one hand over my breast, stroking my nipple through my thin tank top. He leans in and kisses my neck, making me tremble. “Nobody’s going to see you bent over the crates.”

“Bent over?” I gasp as Finn suddenly spins me around, pushing me down over a stack of boxes. He unbuttons my jeans, then slides his hand down inside my panties, fingers finding my wet core so fast, I can barely even grip hold of something before he’s stroking, teasing at my clit.

I bite back a whimper, looking to the doors again.

“Or maybe she will come back,” Finn muses behind me, his voice edged with a raw amusement now. He leans in, chest against my back, and slides his free hand up my shirt, slowly caressing my peaked, aching nipples. “She might come in at any moment. She’d see us here, you spreading your legs for me. My hands, all over your body.”

Oh God. I cover my mouth with one hand to muffle the moan that slips out. My skin flushes, body aching, and I know I should pull away and stop this madness, but it’s too hot for words.

I turn my head, watching the door half in panic, half pure lust as Finn keeps me pinned down, his wicked magic with fingers, and hands, and that dirty gorgeous mouth of his.

“But Edith’s not the only one who could see us,” he whispers, every word sending a dark rush of pleasure spiraling through me. “Anyone could walk in. They’d take one look at you and know, what a kinky, filthy girl you are now. How you’ll do anything for a taste of me. How you whimper and moan for just an inch of my cock.”

I shudder, bucking against his hand now, needing more than just this tantalizing touch. I can feel him pressing hard against my ass. I reach behind me, grappling blindly to undo his belt and zipper. Finn chuckles in my ear, pinning my hands back beside my head. “Not this time, baby. This is all about you.”

I start to turn, wanting to feel him, but Finn places a firm hand on my back and shoves me down again, my chest pressed harder now against the crates. “Uh uh,” he scolds me playfully. “You’re going to stay right there, on display. For anyone to see. In the spotlight, where you belong.”

I shiver again. Damn, this shouldn’t turn me on, but it does. The reckless thrill of it all, his hands firmly moving my legs apart, and all the while, sunlight is bright on my skin. I can hear a radio playing in the main house, the whir of a mower in the distance. Anyone could see us. Anyone could find me spread to him.

Finn’s hands stroke me, fingers dipping just inside. I’m doing my best not to moan here, not to make a sound, but damn, it’s hypnotic. The steady rhythm of his caress, pressing just right against my clit, so damn perfect I can’t even hold back. He curls two fingers up inside me and rubs again, and now I’m cresting, f*ck, so close to the edge.

“Now how about we make this fun?” Finn murmurs, before suddenly raising his voice and yelling. “Edith?”

What the hell? I panic, trying to pull away, but Finn keeps me pinned there – stroking, thrusting, deeper. Oh f*ck!

“Edith?” he calls again, louder. “Can you come help us out a second?”

No!

I hear the mower shut off. Footsteps, coming into the barn.

Blood rushes everywhere, panic flooding me to mingle with the pleasure. “Finn,” I manage, gasping, desperately trying to pull away. “Please! You can’t!”

“Is that you, Eva?” Edith’s voice drifts closer. Oh God.

Oh my f*cking god.