This
isn’t why I came here.
Yet Tasha couldn’t break from the embrace,
no matter how her brain clamored for her to do so. Being in Finn’s arms again
was too sweet, too right, and it seemed to be what he needed.
The Finn she’d known before exuded an
almost predatory power. His hair was the same, bone-white except for two wings
of black above the ears, the entire straight mass pulled back and braided to
fall in one thick plait down his back. On almost any other man without obvious
First Nations heritage it would have looked like an affectation. But it suited
his strong, weather-beaten face, with its rakish scar running through his right
eyebrow and down to his cheek, and emphasized the sharp blue eyes.
But when he looked at her today those eyes
were flat, opaque, as though the very vitality she’d found so attractive when
they first met had been smashed away. She’d glimpsed a void at his center, an empty
place teeming with soul-destroying anguish. She would do anything to erase the
pain she’d seen there, pull him from the hell she’d sensed consuming him.
Tilting his head slightly, Finn deepened
the kiss, cupping her face in his hands and angling her just right so as to
plunder her mouth. There was a ferocious, frantic desperation to the way he
held her, to the thrust and twist of his tongue, but she understood and
welcomed it. Even now, as her body came alive at the sensation of his pressed
so close, tears threatened and the impulse to escape the darkness, pull him
with her, drove her equally frenzied response.
Finn shifted his leg and Tasha shuddered as
it pressed between her thighs, the muscular length rising to rest hard against
her pussy. The sweet shock of contact caused an instant rush of arousal and she
rocked her hips, seeking surcease from the ache of need gathering deep inside.
Finn moaned and nipped her lower lip. The sensation traveled through her blood,
collided with the thrill of his erection pressing into her hip and ricocheted,
vibrating out to every inch of her body.
He’d always known how to excite her, had
spoiled her for every man she’d slept with after he left Toronto
“Tasha.” He lifted fever-bright eyes to
meet her gaze, his hand going to the zipper at the front of her red fleece Roots
hoodie and pulling it down until the two halves popped apart. “I’ve dreamed
about you, like this.”
The words both shocked and thrilled, and
her heart stumbled before she could get her emotions back under control.
“I thought you would have forgotten me by
now.”
As light as she tried to make the words sound,
it was impossible to completely mask her hurt. Finn bared his teeth, a low,
rumbling sound his only reply. He glanced down. She followed his gaze, realized
the buttons of her shirt were already undone and he was reaching for the front
clasp of her bra.
The cups sprang apart, baring her breasts,
and she sucked in a hot gulp of air as his fingers swept her skin, tracing two
lines of fire around her already puckered nipples. As she watched, her areolas
tightened further.
Then his hands went lower, yanking the snap
of her jeans open, pushing at the zipper. Before she could even react he had
her pants and panties down to just below her knees. Lifting her, he turned to
put her on his workbench, and she gasped as the cold metal surface hit her ass,
the shock of it bringing her momentarily back to her senses.
She should stop him.
On her way to Churchill she’d psyched
herself up to be completely professional when they met. After he left Toronto
“Finn.” God, was that tremulous thread of
sound her voice? “Finn, we shouldn’t—”
Cupping her face, he stared at her, his
breath rasping from between clenched teeth and rushing over her skin. His eyes
gleamed with desire, but a shadow lingered in their depths. “Let me love you,
Tasha. I need…”
He shook his head, swallowed as though
whatever else he wanted to say was trapped in his throat. Grasping his wrists, absorbing
the tender way he held her, the yearning tightening his face, Tasha couldn’t
stop herself from whispering, “What do you need?”
“You.”
Something inside her cracked wide open and
her hesitancy washed away. It must have shown on her face, because Finn made a
sound of pleasure and took her mouth in another driving kiss.
As their lips parted, he freed himself from
her grasp and, starting at her shoulders, trailed his hands down her arms.
Using his proximity to tilt her backward, he swept her jacket, shirt and bra down
to her wrists, leaving a wash of goose bumps in the wake of his palms. Resting
back on her hands, Tasha was effectively manacled by the twists of clothing at
her wrists and ankles. Despite having all her garments still on her body, she’d
had never felt more naked or exposed. Finn loomed over her, hands on either
side of her hips, a slight smile tugging at his rugged lips.
“You said you thought I’d forgotten what
it’s like when we’re together. Have you?”
A shudder started in the pit of her belly
and shot like sparks out to every extremity.
No.
How could she forget this sensation of
being at his mercy, under his control? Of not wanting to fight, but to cede,
give in to his every whim and desire?
She was trapped and the burst of need it
inspired made her moan. Finn lowered his mouth to her neck, sipped and nibbled
downward until she trembled and strained to meet his lips. He remembered all
the places that made her crazy—licking the hollow behind her ear, grazing the
tendon along her throat with his teeth—the spots that made her writhe in
impotent arousal and, finally, would have her begging for relief.
“God, you taste good.” His voice was rough
as he traced the line of her collarbone with his mouth, his words buzzing into
her skin. His hips shifted, his erection rubbing against her knee, and he
groaned, “I can’t get enough.”
A
little whimper broke from her throat. “Neither can I.”Buy Arctic Destiny here
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