Heart Shot (7 page)

Turning his head into her palm, he then pressed his lips against her skin, the contact intimate, sensual, his breath warm. Her heart stammered. The tenderness in the gesture unmistakable.

Fin glanced out of the window, bolting upright in a flash. Instantly on edge, Emily surged forward so she balanced on the edge of the seat, her feet planted firmly on the floor, ready to spring into action. She looked around them quickly, whipped her head left and right as she tried to assess where the danger came from.

Nothing leaped out at her.

Fin took her hand, threading his fingers between hers.

“My flat is only a few streets from here,” he said as he pressed the call button to indicate he wanted the next stop. “Since you evidently don’t want to go into my offices, judging by the look of terror on your face at the mere mention of it, we can assess the situation and discuss our options at my place.”

Emily lifted her free hand to stop Fin as he moved to put his phone back in his pocket.

“Could you turn it off, please?” she asked. “And…remove the battery. I know that sounds paranoid, but it’s well known how simple it is to track people with that. I’ll do the same. I can call Ja…my contact from a payphone near your place later on.”

Fin gazed at her for a second. Then, without a word, he switched the phone off and pulled out the battery. Emily hurried to do the same with her small phone.

“My partner says it’s not paranoia if people really are after you,” Fin chuckled. “I don’t know which one of us has pissed off some very important people, or whether we actually have nothing to do with this at all, but right now I think being over-cautious is our best bet.”

“Where is your partner?” she asked. “Why isn’t she here, helping you?”

“
He’s
currently in hospital,” Fin said as he stood up, grabbing a hand rail for support as the bus swung around the traffic and toward the stop. “He was injured on our last mission and is recovering. Driving everyone mental, if I know him. Actually, I wish he was here. He’d have taken one look at this mess and picked out something completely random and put it all together. Or that’s what he’d have us believe, at any rate.”

“I’ve never worked with others,” she confessed. “My line is…rather solitary.”

Fin studied her for a moment. The intensity in his gaze burned her, in a pleasant but still searching way. Feeling as if he could see her every sin, Emily glanced away.

“Hey, it can’t be that bad. Really.”

Emily didn’t know what to say to that, but Fin drew her flush with him and kissed her deeply. Showing him with her body what she couldn’t put into words, she returned the embrace ardently. She stood on her tip toes and clung to his waist. Passion exploded between them. Pressing her breasts into his torso, Emily had never felt such lust rise in her. She wanted to strip them both naked, then thrust her wet pussy on his shaft and fuck him till they both came.

The bus no longer existed. His work, hers, the men chasing after them—it all melted into nothing and only the two of them remained.

A shudder ran through the bus and the brakes whined as it came to a halt. Shocked back to reality, again, Emily pulled away, her face darkly blushing. Fin grinned at her. He lifted his thumb and ran it over her damp, swollen bottom lip.

“There’s a lot we both need to say, but it can wait until we’re back at my place. Come on, follow me.”

They both alighted. Emily felt disorientated, but it had nothing to do with where they were geographically and everything to do with the amazing man next to her.

Chapter Three

Fin’s body was on fire. He knew logically there was no such thing as spontaneous combustion, but he didn’t doubt he was about to prove that theory wrong any second now. Emily was going to drive him stark raving mad, and she didn’t appear to be aware of it.

She had this way of looking around them, her gaze sharp, as if she could see and analyze everything. He knew the glance well—many of the Agents he’d worked with had a similar intensity. So how could she be so savvy, so knowledgeable and not know his cock was hard as a pole, thick and aching for release? If she’d brush those long, slender fingers of hers lightly over his crotch he’d come, in a hot mess.

She’d cast a spell on him, held him in thrall. And she was completely oblivious.

If he didn’t feel her soon, find comfort in her embrace and relief in the wet, tight clenching of her pussy, he’d go mad. Utterly demented.

Opening his front door, he then stepped back to let her enter first. He supposed it appeared like a normal, gentlemanly thing to do, but he also wanted proof for himself that she came willingly with him. She shot him that small, shy smile he now craved worse than any drug, and entered his flat. Fin took a calming breath then another. He made himself pause a second, then two. He felt like a ravaging beast, the grip on his control tenuous.

After closing the door behind them, Fin watched as Emily took in his living room. He noticed a look of surprise and pleasure on her face. Emily watched him, her warm brown eyes showing genuine happiness.

“It’s lovely. Colorful and elegant, just like you.”

Her body relaxed, as if she’d let go of the tension that had held her straight all this time. It was far too much for him. Lust, desire and a powerful need slammed over him, carrying away what little resistance he’d clung to.

He grasped her shoulders then forced his fingers to not dig into her tender flesh. Turning them around he then gently pressed her back into the door.

“Tell me to stop if you don’t want this,” he growled, needing her more than his next breath.

Starved for her, Fin lowered his head then kissed her hungrily. His fringe fell into his eyes, hiding the rest of the world from him. There was only her, only Emily. Feeling like they were entering a secret, hidden part of the world made only for the two of them, Fin drank from her mouth as if this was his last moment on earth.

“Fin,” Emily moaned. She arched her back and clung to him. He relished how she drew his body closer to her. He could feel the heat radiating from her, knew powerfully the need that consumed her as thoroughly as his did him.

Fin stripped her jacket down her arms and worked his dexterous fingers quickly to unbutton her shirt. The white linen gaped and he pulled the tail from the waistband of her slacks. Catching his urgency, Emily unzipped her boots. He skimmed her trousers down over pale, lithe thighs then let her step out of the material. It remained where it lay, pooled on the floor.

He knelt between her slender legs, entranced by the tiny scrap of black lace that covered her pubes. Fin reached up to hold her breasts, restrained by a matching lacy bra. Looking up the length of her body, Fin relished the flushed, tousled and decadently feminine picture she made.

Honey brown locks framed her face, the tendrils hovering somewhere between a curl and a wave. She held his gaze with her rich, warm eyes. He saw passion, hunger and that secret knowing only a woman about to be thoroughly fucked could conjure. Her arms and legs were strong, supple with muscle. Her torso was long and lean, her belly flat and her breasts a delightful curve to her otherwise toned physique.

He’d never craved a woman more, or been so completely smitten.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured. She smiled, like a goddess with a secret. She reached down and cupped his face. With her other hand she picked up one of his and guided him to cover her pussy.

More than willing to satisfy her every desire, Fin tugged the scrap of lace down to her ankles. He inserted his shoulder between her thighs to part her legs. He buried his face into her short curls. Flicking his tongue out, he then tasted her in the most intimate fashion. Wet with creamy juices, she smelled of heaven—rich, musky, salty and all woman. Fin licked her, enjoying her taste. He craved more.

With two fingers he explored. He opened her slit, her inner flesh hot and plump, fully aroused. He rubbed his thumb over the hood of her clitoris, urging it to pop out. Finding the small nub he stroked his tongue over it, lapping at it and more of her cream. Emily cried out passionately, arching her back away from the door. She pushed her hips harder into him, riding his face and fingers.

“More,” she pleaded, “I want to feel you inside me. Fuck me, Fin.”

“Patience,” he crooned. “We have all day, all night. As long as you need.”

His cock felt like a bar of hot iron in his pants. Fin had to remind himself of his own words. This would always be their first time and he didn’t want to go too fast and have it over before they could explore all their options.

Wetting two of his digits with her juices, he then teased her, rubbing the pads of his fingers around the edge of her labia. Emily wriggled and cried out, urging him to penetrate her. Fin looked up at her and her dark brown gaze clashed with his. Her cheeks were flushed with need, her body taut with desire.

She hovered on the brink, clearly about to lose control.

“Do it,” she insisted. “Fuck me, Fin. I want to feel you in me, taking me, consuming me.”

He didn’t need more invitation than that. With a small move, he thrust both fingers deep into her pussy. He panted, feeling lightheaded from the heat of his need. Her wet, tight channel closed down around him and clenched him. Emily let her head fall back as a moan shuddered through her body.

She was the most beautiful sight he’d ever witnessed.

Lost in bliss, he matched his tempo to the rhythm she set. Emily rocked her hips and he thrust powerfully into her. Fin added more fingers until he stretched her as wide as she could take him. He lowered his head, burying his nose in her crinkled hairs, eating her up. He didn’t care as his face became slick with her juices, he lapped as much as he could up, drinking her as if he were a man possessed.

When he felt her twine fingers though his hair, urging him on, his heart soared. It was the first time ever he remained oblivious to how he’d look, or whether he’d be mussed or appear inelegant. A fire consumed him—burning from inside out. Only he and Emily existed, and nothing else mattered.

He felt her grow stiff, tension snapping through her body. He froze, worried for a moment he’d hurt her, touched her some way she couldn’t—wouldn’t—accept.

“No—” she choked out. Fin could swear his heart stopped at the strangled, desperate word. “More. Don’t stop. Almost there. Fuck.”

She tightened her fingers in his hair, pushing her point across. Fin resumed fucking her, his digits pressing as deeply as possible. Seconds later she trembled, straining for something, then screamed as her climax washed through her. He could feel her body sucking him, milking around his hand and mouth as he lapped her eagerly. Emily shook with the force as her body came. Fin stole a glance up at her, burning this image of her onto his brain forever.

She looked wild. Free. Part goddess and part warrior.

Emily stole his breath away. In that moment, he knew he’d lost his heart to this complicated, mysterious woman.

When she came down from her peak, Fin pulled his fingers gently out of her. He watched her, and when she lowered her gaze to his, he wickedly licked her cum from his digits, savoring her unique flavor.

“I’ve never climaxed quite like that,” Emily said in a soft tone. The moment the words were out he saw some of her barriers come back into place. He knew then she’d not thought about her comment, it had merely slipped out.

He hated the distance he now found between them. Fin stood. After wrapping an arm around her he then held her close to him.

“That’s how it’s always supposed to be,” he whispered against her ear. “It’s just fucking if you don’t open yourself to your partner. Don’t get me wrong, fucking has its place. I’m really rather fond of it. But making love, that’s something far more special and precious. It’s only possible between people who can trust each other, who don’t need secrets or walls.”

Again she stiffened, though this time Fin knew it was in denial and rejection. He held her, regardless.

“I need my secrets, and I’ve never had anyone to trust.”

“I’m not asking you to bare your soul right now,” he insisted, faintly amused. “I’ve got far more pressing things on my mind. But what we have between us, this hunger, desire, need—whatever label you put upon it—it’s special, Em. This isn’t something that comes along too often. You have me now, and you can trust me. I swear. I’m hoping in time you’ll choose to share all your secrets with me. But for now, I’d be happy if you share your body and heart.”

She lifted her head back and they gazed at each other. The barriers weren’t gone, but they’d been replaced by a wary curiosity. When she smiled it wasn’t the carefree, youthful expression she’d worn earlier, but it was a good start.

“You’re frightfully overdressed right now,” she teased him. He smiled. Her shirt, which only covered her arms, and the lacy bra were the only items she wore. He still had everything on. Fin let Emily help strip him and in moments they were both completely naked.

“Since you searched me earlier, you know I don’t have condoms,” Emily prodded him, kissing him and giving him a small shove.

“Bathroom,” he muttered, his brain foggy. Naked, fiercely erect and half out of his mind with lust he looked up, faintly surprised to find they were both still in his living room. “Condoms,” he reminded himself, and stalked from the room to get some.

Emily could hear a cabinet open then almost immediately close, followed by the crinkle of foil. She drew in a lungful of air, not at all certain she was doing the smartest thing possible. Fin touched something deep inside her—some secret, hidden part she’d never known had been so raw and lonely.

The temptation to trust him, to join him in every way was powerful. She wanted him more than she’d ever desired another human being. If she left right now, she didn’t think her heart would ever recover from being so shattered.

Yet she knew staying and opening herself further to this man could be dangerous, catastrophic even.

A part of her didn’t care.

He strode back into the room and logic fled once again. Tall and lanky, his body was athletic and sensual. With his hair mussed, his lips full and flushed darkly red from his earlier ministrations and his blue gaze sparkling, he looked like a fallen angel freshly roused from a tempestuous frolic in the sack.