Page 54 of Dublin Charmer
Could this really be happening? In the past months I’ve tried to find the location using every tech resource I had. I’ve also stalked all Gravely’s property holdings. If this plan works, it just might get me closer than I’ve managed alone in months.
Then, once I have Gio home, I’m going after Gravely.
My mind races through countless scenarios while I watch the code unfold before us. I feel electrified—not just from the thrill of doing what we do but from Finn’s presence beside me. There is an intensity that buzzes under my skin, building like static electricity before a storm.
The faces of the guards are lined up along the left side of the screen as flashing images of potential matches scroll through photos at a blurring pace.
“How long do you think it’ll take?” I ask, squinting at the images flickering before us.
“Not long if they’re in the system. There’s no guarantee they are. There’s also the chance that they’re part of Gravely’s mercenary crew. Most of those assholes have had their identities wiped and their personal data removed from all databases.
The search continues, images flashing before us faster than we can process them. The excitement of my anticipation soon becomes tension when nothing comes back for us.
Finn must read the disappointment in my expression because he stands up and gathers my wrists in his hand and pulls me to my feet. “A watched search never hits.”
I chuckle. “I think that’s actually about a pot boiling.”
“Same same.” The point is, this could take twenty minutes or it could take two hours. Let’s not get wrapped up in staring at a screen.”
I arch a brow. “You mentioned downstairs that you had a few ideas about how to pass the time.”
His grin widens and his dimple is so damned cute. “I’m an idea guy. A never-ending source of inspiration.”
The air between us thickens with sexual energy, the chemistry we share growing more palpable—a magnetic force pulling us together.
Finn stretches slightly with an easy grace and turns me to look at his bed. He steps behind me, his hands coming around my hips as he presses up against my backside.
“Ye know,” he starts slowly, voice low and husky like velvet brushed against my skin, “when we spent those late nights battling for control of our networks, I never imagined we’d end up here together.”
Heat coils low in my belly as his hand slides under the bottom edge of my shirt and his fingers spay across the gem pierced in my bellybutton. “Me neither. But I can honestly say, before I saw you at that party and kissed you on that dance floor, I was already drawn to how you handle yourself in the cyber-world. It’s really sexy how good you are.”
His hand rises to cover my breast, and I suck in a breath as he gives my nipple a gentle pinch. “I felt the same way. I was intrigued long before I knew how absolutely fuckable ye were.”
The world outside seems non-existent as his other hand goes for the fastener of my pants.
I tilt my head back to look at him over my shoulder, my breathing coming quick, my body zinging to life with something more profound than simple need. “Finn…”
He silences whatever hesitation lingers on my tongue by spinning me in his arms and claiming my mouth. His lips findmine with a fierceness that sets me on fire. Finn is demanding, and all reason flees from my mind like smoke blown away by a strong wind.
Every kiss ignites something within me. It’s an insatiable fire fed by longing and desperation that spirals out of control as he deepens it further.
My fingers tighten in his hair, pulling him closer until we’re crushed together as one. His body presses against mine, his solid muscle molded against my softness. Every second we spend tangled together like this amps me up even higher.
The thrill of being with this man is escalating dangerously quickly. Still, I don’t want to stop. I don’t want to slow down. I want to lose myself in hot sex and life-shattering orgasms.
But part of me feels guilty.
Is it wrong for me to be doing this with Gio still trapped somewhere under Gravely’s thumb? Am I entitled to a brief respite? I’ve been dedicated to finding him for months and haven’t spared a moment to think about myself.
And also… I’m not sure I could resist even if I tried.
Our bodies move together as if choreographed by some shared natural force, a delicious urgency coursing through our veins while we carelessly shed our clothes onto the floor until nothing remains but skin brushing against skin.
“Are ye sure?” His breath hitches as we break apart for a brief moment, his gaze searching mine for confirmation.
I meet the heavy-lidded desire in those emerald eyes and reply without hesitation. “Oh, I’m sure.”
And just like that… there’s no turning back.
