Page 52 of The Moment He Couldn’t Walk Away

She touched him, enjoying the feel of his body beneath her palms as she ran them across the breadth of his shoulders and down the hard planes of muscle beneath. Leaning forward, she pressed a kiss to his collarbone, and the fingers on her hips gripped harder.

“Good?”

“So good,” he confirmed.

Nina skimmed a finger along the scar running down his left side, but she didn’t ask how he got it. Instead, she pressed her lips to that, too, and felt the long breath he let out.

“Nina, I’m⁠—”

“Ssh.” She pressed her mouth to his, lying along the length of his body while she took his mouth on a hot, sensual journey that had them both breathless when she sat up again.

Her hands went to the button of his trousers and flipped it open. “Take these off next.”

She climbed off him and watched as he got to his feet and took off his socks and pants.

“Nice ass,” she got out. More than nice in those black shorts. The man was ridiculously hot, and she wanted to touch more of that body.

“You’re the second person to tell me that lately,” he said, turning to face her.

“Who was the first?” Nina looked down the length of him to his erection pressing against the only piece of clothing he still wore. Seeing him so hard and aroused, she wanted him even more than she had just seconds ago.

“Jonathan.”

She couldn’t find a laugh, so managed a nod. Grabbing his hand, she pulled him back down onto the bed until their bodies touched again, but this time it was better because she could feel all of him.

“Are you sure about this, Nina?”

Her eyes moved to his and saw the fire of lust burning.

“We both need this tonight, Finch. I’m sure.”

“Thank God.” He pushed her onto her back and then followed her down.

Chapter 15

He couldn’t think straight with her beneath him. Nina drove all rational thought from his head. Finch wanted to thrust into her now, hard and fast. But he wasn’t an animal, and she deserved more from him than that.

He couldn’t give her more than tonight, but he’d make sure it was good. He almost laughed at the word. “Good” in no way came even close to what he’d already felt being here, pressed to the lush, naked little body of Nina Winters, who had been born Christina Falcon.

He’d think about that more later, but not now.

“These, I could spend hours worshipping,” he said bracing himself above her to study her breasts. They were full and round with hard nipples. Bending his head, he took one into his mouth and sucked. The breath hissed out of her throat, so he kept going, stroking up and down her side with his hand and kissing the lush flesh, circling with his tongue and then sucking until she cried out his name.

Hearing her breathy moans and cries was addictive. Finch wanted more—much more. Moving down her body, he kissed the planes of her stomach, dipping into her belly button and then lower, into the hair above her secrets.

Settling between her thighs, he parted her legs wider and placed his lips there, inhaling the scent of her. She was aroused and wet, needing something he was going to give her over and over.

He ran his tongue down the seam, then moved on to the hard nub. She arched off the bed, so he placed a hand on her stomach and held her down. Then he pushed two fingers inside her again and again while he licked. When she cried out his name, he kept going until the shudders subsided. Only then did he climb back up the length of her lovely body. Reaching over the bed, he pulled out his wallet and found the condom he always carried, even though he hadn’t used one in months.

“Now, Finch. Hurry.”

“Trying,” he gritted out, rolling it onto his erection. He was so hard, it hurt.

She opened her legs and wrapped them around his hips as he positioned himself at her entrance, the angle perfect as he drove inside her wet heat. Her muscles clenched around him, making him the one who moaned this time.

“Oh my God, yes!” she cried. “More.”

He obliged, gritting his teeth he drove into her again and hoping like hell he could last.