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“That reminds me. Thank you for bringing me my things. I’m grateful.”
“You’re welcome. It struck me when you said you didn’t have any clothes, we never found your bag in your room when we searched. So I figured either Hunt had them destroyed, or housekeeping found them and handed them in. I took a chance, and it paid off. It was in the hotel’s lost and found.”
“Oh, that’s clever! I never even thought to ask the hotel. I just assumed my stuff was gone forever.”
“You can pay me with a kiss later.” He winked at her.
Laughing, she watched him saunter over to the dresser she’d rummaged through scant minutes ago to look for something to sleep in. As he dropped the towel around his hips, she averted her eyes, not wanting to start anything either of them had the energy to finish.
Pulling the covers back on his side, she patted the bed. “Hop in. Sleep time.”
As Finn settled down beside her, he let out a noise that sounded like a cross between bliss and heaven. “God, that’s so fucking good. It feels like I haven’t slept in a week.” He reached out and turned the lights out.
Mia’s entire body went stiff. A tremor started in her hands, but pretty soon her whole body was shaking like a leaf. Curling into herself, she clutched her arms around her drawn up legs.
It’s okay. I’m okay. I’m fine. I’m in the hotel.She kept repeating the litany, trying not to freak out again as she had earlier.
The lights came back on.
“Mia. Honey?”
She tried to reassure him she was fine but couldn’t get the words out past the huge lump that had lodged in her throat.
Scooting up in the bed, Finn tucked an extra pillow at his back. He opened his arms to her and said, “Come here.” When she hesitated, he made a “come here” gesture with his hand. “I won’t bite, I promise. Well, not unless you ask really nicely, anyway.”
She hadn’t expected to react so violently to being in the dark, but she was grateful she wasn’t alone. Rolling to her knees, she crawled over to where he lay on the huge bed. She savored the warmth of his arms as he wrapped them around her and guided her to lay her head on his shoulder. She snuggled into the heat of his solid body.
As he had earlier, Finn took her hand and placed it on his chest. Repeating the words, “Match your breathing to mine. Nice and easy. That’s it.”
Mia lay quietly, listening to the steady beat of his heart, matching her breathing with his. Her breathing slowed, and her eyes grew heavy. The memories of being locked in a metal cage in the pitch dark, cries of fear and pain echoing through the warehouse, receded. She lay there and let the hand on her back soothe up and down, lulling her into a troubled sleep.
Havingno idea how much time had passed, a feeling of déjà vu prickled through Mia as she lay in the dark, trying to figure out what had woken her. Reaching for her cell phone to check the time, she remembered it was in her purse. Flat. Barely daring to breathe, she lay still as a statue and made use of her other senses to gauge her surroundings.
She became aware of a warm body pressed up against her back and a soft snore emitting from that form. The body rolled over, and she quit breathing. More awareness filtered into her brain. The body was sporting averyimpressive hard-on, now pressed into her ass. In a rush, comprehension washed through her.
This was not a repeat of the start to her nightmare. She was safely tucked into bed with the super-hot Finn. And by the feel of things, the sentiment was mutual. Her heartrate slowed, and a thought popped into her mind. Easing over onto her side, she lay still as his breath hitched. It wouldn’t do for him to wake yet. Not before she got a chance to put her plan into action.
Wiggling a little more, she made it fully onto her side without waking him. His hand settled on her hip, heavy in sleep. Images of what that hand had done to her the day before, how it had made her feel flooded her mind. She ached to feel that warm, rough hand on her skin again. Carefully, she gathered the T-shirt where it lay under his hand and dragged it up under her chin.
She took his hand in hers and placed it over her breast. He sighed, and it tightened on the globe beneath his palm. Her nipples beaded up tight in reaction to feeling his skin on hers. She felt her panties damp with her arousal. Unable to stop herself, Mia rubbed her breast against his palm.
Even in the dark, she could see the whites of Finn’s eyes as they slowly opened and stared right at her. The white of his teeth as he smiled too.
Chapter Twenty-Three
As consciousness filtered into his brain, Finn was sure he was still dreaming. The feel of warm, soft flesh in his hand, morning wood pressed tight against her updrawn knee. Then he realized it wasn’t a dream at all. The delectable Mia’s breast was enclosed in his hand, the perky little nipple poking into his palm.
His voice husky from sleep, it came out rough. “Well now, Sugar. This has definitely got to be any man’s idea of the perfect way to wake up.”
He felt a tentative hand settle over his cock as he heard her giggle nervously. He hadn’t thought it possible, but he felt himself harden even more under her touch. She squeezed him through his shorts, then her hand disappeared before he felt it at the waistband of his boxer briefs. She struggled a little to get her hand under the snug material. Gently scraping her nail down his skin, she managed to lift the band.
He twitched in anticipating of what was to come. As Mia wrapped her fingers around his straining erection, Finn gritted his teeth at how good it felt. The soft, silky skin of her palm felt like heaven. She alternated her strokes — firm, then gentle — driving him out of his mind. Just when things were heating up, she stopped. He lay in the dark room and waited to see what she would do next.
Feeling a tug at his hips, he complied and lifted them. Felt his boxer briefs being pulled down right before the wet warmth of her mouth closed over the head of his cock. She nibbled delicately before lapping lower.
A long, low groan tore free. She lapped and licked and kissed his length like he was her favorite treat. The little humming sound she was making reverberated through him, amplifying the pleasure. He feared if she kept it up for much longer, he was going to go off like a fireworks display.
Finn threaded his fingers gently through her tangled curls as much to get her attention as to anchor himself. “Sugar, you keep that up and this show’s gonna be over long before it gets started.”
