I kissed him again, and our mouths and tongues explored while I frantically helped him remove his shirt. When my hands grabbed onto bare skin instead of cotton, I pulled away to take in the sight and gulped. “Wow. Just…wow.” I could practically feel my eyes dilating. He had a swimmer’s lean muscle tone and a smooth chest with just a line of black hair leading from his navel downward. I stroked it with my finger, like I’d been dying to do since his shirt rose up at Brothers.

“Just so you know, you said that out loud too.” He cupped one of my breasts with one hand and unclipped my bra with the other until we were skin to skin.

My nipples hardened upon contact with his broad chest. I pushed him on the bed and straddled him. “No. More. Talking.” Except he was still wearing pants. I unbuckled his jeans and peeled them off his legs until he wore nothing but black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. It was my favorite male underwear as long as the guy had the goods to pull it off. Finn had the goods. I climbed off him. “Flip over.”

“You’re sexy when you’re bossy.” He slapped my ass and did as told.

“You take direction well,” I said to his back. I slowly pulled the fabric away from his skin, gasped, and let it snap back. Oh yes, he had the goods. “Just as I thought. Your ass is perfect.” I climbed off him. “You can turn around now.”

He swung around and regarded me with hooded eyes. “I like a woman who takes charge.”

I licked my lips. The view from the front was even more impressive. I went dizzy with desire at the thought of how he would feel inside me.

Lifting his upper back off the bed, he tugged on the sides of my panties. “My turn now.” He brushed his hand along the outside of the fabric…teasing.

“Those come off, you know.”

He flipped me over, so he was on top. “All in good time.” His face hovered over mine, and he held my arms down.

“No time like the pres—”

He kissed me before I could complete the sentence. We kissed until my lips were swollen and the rest of my body begged for attention. Then, finally, Finn scooted down the bed and spread my legs apart. My imagination with respect to how his beard would feel between my thighs couldn’t compete with the real thing. His tongue. My God. I bucked against him, pleading for more. “Finn.”

He applied more pressure. Somehow, he instinctively knew what I wanted before I even asked.

“Yes! Just. Like. That. Oh Gaaad.” I was so close. I fisted the sheets and lifted my pelvis off the mattress. “Condom. Please.” My body screamed for release.

“You sure?” His breath tickled my most sensitive spot. “Because I can finish.”