Flirting in Traffic (3 page)

Esa couldn’t believe she was actually doing this. She was leaving a bar with a man she’d just met and she had every intention of spending a night of hot, sweaty, meaningless sex with him.

She paused in the lobby to put on her coat but Finn was instantly behind her to assist. Nice manners for a blue-collar worker, Esa thought as he released her shoulder-length auburn hair from the confines of her coat and spread it across her back, his fingers delving through the length appreciatively before he let go.

“Your hair is beautiful.”

Esa glanced over her shoulder and stared. Finn Madigan was really one breathtaking sample of manhood. She’d never seen eyes so blue in her life. Her mouth strained upward, seemingly of its own will.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“You’re welcome,” he muttered before he seized her lips again. They couldn’t seem to get enough of the taste and sensation of each other. Esa had never experienced anything remotely like it in her life—as if she chugged pure, distilled craving.

And she realized something else. She’d never been kissed before tonight. Not like this. Finn made kissing the main event of sex instead of foreplay. He fisted her hair, bringing her closer and consuming her in hot, tempting ravishment. His other hand spread across her stomach and pushed her bottom against the fly of his jeans. He moved her against him with a tight, circular movement.

The bouncer sitting fifteen feet away wolf-whistled.

Esa broke the kiss and stared up at her tall, lean, thoroughly edible would-be lover with bemusement.

“We’d better get going.” He grabbed her hand. The forbidding frown he threw at the bouncer as they passed instantly dampened the man’s expression of lascivious amusement.

“Where’s your car?” Esa asked as she hurried to keep up with his long-legged pace. If she had to guess she’d say that Finn was as anxious to do the horizontal tango with her as she was with him.

“I have a truck.”

Why did he give her that sharp, knowing look when he said that, Esa wondered, like he suspected she was thinking—oh, of course
a truck
, big dumb construction worker that he was. Which she hadn’t been thinking at all, or at least not the part about him being dumb. Something about Finn’s incising gaze called to mind the polar opposite of stupidity.

“But I gave my keys to Jess. He lives in Bucktown and we can walk to my place,” he added.

She glanced around in surprise. They were in the midst of Streeterville, just a block off Michigan Avenue, one of the most expensive, sought-after places for real estate in the city.

“You live around here?”

“A few blocks up. You familiar with the area?” he asked as he dragged her across a traffic-laden street.

“Sure, I’ve lived in Chicago my whole life.”

“Me too,” he said with quick grin. Esa stared, wondering if she shared ten thousand one-night stands with him the potency of his smile would fade. Maybe it had to do with the fact that the expression of his face was usually quite serious…intense. The appearance of his white smile was like the unexpected drawing of a blade, piercing straight through a woman’s typical defenses.

“I grew up on the South Side.”

“South Side Irish?” Esa asked.

“You got it. There probably isn’t a stereotype in existence about a Chicago Irish South Sider that the Madigans don’t completely embody.”

“Lots of brothers and sisters?” Esa queried as she walked rapidly to keep up with him. She found his undisguised haste to resume their sexual exploration of each other to be sort of endearing.

“Yep. Seven of us.”

“Die-hard Sox fans, one and all?”

“Is there any other baseball team in Chicago?”

Esa laughed, knowing quite well what her south suburban male patients thought of the Cubs. “And do all of your brothers besides Jess work in construction as well?

Once again there was that gleaming sidelong glance. Esa’s grin wavered slightly.

“I’m the oldest. Two of my brothers are still in college. But Jess works construction and one of my sisters does too,” he replied casually enough despite a censorial glance as he swung open a glass door for her. “Mary Kate was always one to thumb her nose at stereotypes.”

Esa glanced around the luxurious lobby. Talk about thumbing your nose at stereotypes. She felt like everything was moving so fast with Finn…and in such unexpected directions. Unlike the lobby of her modern, Near West Side loft this place screamed of old, established money.

“Good for Mary Kate,” was all Esa had the opportunity to say before Finn grabbed her hand again and pulled her across the lobby. The doorman greeted him warmly by name. A sedate buzz accompanied the opening of the security door. The elevator slid open immediately when it was called. Finn hit the button for the twenty-third floor.

The next thing Esa knew he was pushing her back against the wall of the elevator.

“You’re not changing your mind, are you?” he asked softly just inches from her parted lips.

“No, of course not,” she answered, recalling that Finn expected her to be a wanton who didn’t blink twice at the idea of bedding a man she’d just met. The type who didn’t fuss about the fact that they were being surveilled by a security camera while they were in a clinch in the elevator either, Esa assumed.

He dropped a slow, sultry kiss on her upturned lips and Esa forgot what the words “security camera” even meant. He raised his head to study her after a breathless few seconds.

“Good, ‘cuz I’m gonna make you purr, Kitten.”

He sank his blond head again for a kiss that made Esa’s toes curl in her boots. His hand cupped her jaw possessively on both sides as he penetrated her mouth again and again. He kissed her as though he believed without a doubt that she would submit to every single one of his desires.

And Esa had to admit, Finn had the rare ability to make her believe it too…to make her
want
it desperately.

That must have been why she didn’t protest when he removed one hand from her jaw and slid it boldly beneath her coat and blouse while he continued to kiss her silly. He filled his palm with her breast, shaping and massaging her before he flicked his forefinger against a nipple that strained against tight nylon. His hand was large, his fingers long. Esa felt strangely satisfied that her breast overflowed it.

She moaned into his marauding mouth when he gently pinched the stiff bud. He heard the plaintive sound and lifted his head. Esa stared up at him helplessly as he teased and flicked and agitated her hypersensitive flesh. She bit her lower lip to keep from crying out in acute pleasure when he angled his long body, sliding and pressing his cock into the juncture of her thighs.

His nostrils flared.

The sound of the elevator dinging open was highly unwelcome to both of their ears.

The cool air of the hallway did little to relieve her overheated state as Esa raced down it, Finn in the lead, already digging in his front jean pocket for his keys. He paused in front of a mahogany door, grimacing as he inadvertently tightened denim that already strained against his erection. He caught Esa’s amused look and they exchanged a grin before he finally extracted his keys and pulled her through the opened door.

Something about that moment of shared amusement sent Esa over the edge and straight into the abyss of mindless lust. Instead of allowing him to lead her into his bedroom, she stole a page from his book and pushed him against the wall of the foyer. She was all over him immediately, her fingertips, lips and tongue starved for all that lean muscle and smooth, golden-brown skin.

Finn looked a little surprised when she plowed into him but he recovered quickly enough, returning her ardent kiss with hot passion and unsurpassable skill. Esa thought she’d never tasted anything as good as his mouth but she regretfully gave it up to sample his neck. She wasn’t disappointed. He chuckled when she nipped at him playfully.

He cupped her bottom with both hands, bent his knees and brought her flush against him. This time when she nipped him he swatted her fanny lightly.

“Naughty kitten,” he admonished.

Esa’s already simmering body flashed up to the boiling point.

“
Bed
,” he ordered.

Esa ignored his monosyllabic command. She was pleased to note that he didn’t move, holding her to him tighter as she unbuttoned his shirt. She felt his eyes on her as she used her lips and tongue to sample the crinkly light brown hair and the smooth, warm skin that she revealed as she went.

Her tongue darted over a flat, copper-colored nipple. He beaded tight for her. He muttered something indecipherable and one hand rose to the back of her head. His fingers furrowed through her hair as she teased and agitated his nipple with her lips, tongue and nibbling front teeth. She subjected the other to an equal torment before she continued her downward journey.

Esa acknowledged that she’d never been this aroused in her life as she kissed his flat abdomen and the ridged, clearly defined muscles rippled with excitement. Her tongue dipped into his taut bellybutton. He was such a beautiful, sinuous male animal that it made her ache deep inside with longing. She knew that only he could alleviate that primal pain.

“Ahhh,” he groaned when she tenderly cradled the fullness behind his fly in her palm. Esa knelt before him, her heart running madly in her chest. She’d never done anything remotely like this the first time she was with a man. She reached for the first button on his jeans. His fingers flexed in her hair in a gesture that seemed to both restrain and entreat her at once.

“Don’t… I’m so turned on I don’t know if I’ll be able to…”

Esa glanced up at him and their eyes met. His facial muscles were rigid with restrained excitement. She liked that. She liked it a lot.

“I don’t care if you stop or not, Finn. I want you.”

She lowered his jeans and a pair of boxer briefs that looked starkly white against his tanned skin. She held his gaze as her hand slid along the long, smooth pillar of his jutting cock. His eyes blazed hot as he watched her with a narrow focus.

She leaned forward and delicately tested the tip with her tongue to see if he was as smooth as he looked. He was, but he was hard as steel beneath. She closed her eyes in sublime pleasure and slid him into her mouth.

Time seemed to stand still. She heard his guttural groan as if from a distance. Her entire awareness narrowed to the experience of his texture and taste. She couldn’t get enough of either. She learned his most sensitive spots as well as the rate and pressure he preferred by the movement of his fingers in her hair.

Just before he made her stop, he gripped at her with a wild desperation that Esa loved. He restrained the increasingly avid bobbing motions of her head, however, and sank down on his knees next to her.

“Think you’re real cute, don’t you?” he asked, a hard glint in his blue eyes. He ripped open the belt of her trench coat.

It suddenly struck Esa that she was grinning like an idiot.

“Not cute, just extremely horny,” she corrected shamelessly. The sudden appearance of his smile made her clench her thighs together to alleviate the pinch of lust there.

“I’m glad to hear it because I’m afraid this is going to be quick and dirty and you’ve got no one but yourself to blame.”

She yelped and giggled when he pushed her backward and they fell into a graceless heap on the lush foyer carpet. He spread his hands on the outside of her thighs and lifted her skirt. She raised her hips, assisting him as he drew her panties down. A singular feeling of feminine pride surged into her breast when he knelt between her knees and stared down at her wantonly spread legs adorned only with pale thigh highs and her tight burgundy leather boots.

She hadn’t considered herself as sexy very much lately but at that instant, when Finn Madigan went preternaturally still between her thighs, Esa
knew
she was.

“I must have done something very,
very
good today to deserve you.” He met her gaze, his stare just as warm as his words before he rifled his jean pocket with barely restrained haste. Esa thought she would combust with excitement as she watched him slide a condom down his firm, proud erection.

Then the lovely weight of six foot and several inches of long, hard, very aroused man was back on top of her. He gave her a quick, scorching kiss as he positioned himself. Esa groaned at the sensation of the head of his cock nudging her moist entry.

He lifted his head and watched her as he steadily impaled her. Esa gasped when he fully sheathed himself in her body.

He looked a little crazed.

“God, you’re perfect,” he muttered as he drew out of her.

Esa gripped his buttocks and brought him back deep with a crisp whap of striking flesh, telling him without words that he was pretty damn perfect himself. Her actions seemed to light a fuse in him.

They began to mate wildly…frantically.

Esa was only vaguely aware that he took her with such force that her body inched slightly back on the lush carpet with each downstroke. But she matched his hard-driving rhythm eagerly. Her desire had built to an almost unbearable pitch even before he had fused his flesh to hers. It didn’t take long for his demanding thrusts to pitch her right into the hot oblivion of an explosive climax.