Free Vegas Vacation (Destination Desire) by Crystal Jordan Page B

of him, lick the saltiness of his skin, maybe even bite him.
    “I want you,” he whispered against her palm.
    Her chin dipped in a quick nod. She no longer had to deny how much she craved him, at least for a few days. She waved her free hand to encompass the exhibit. “This isn’t exactly the place to be able to do anything about it.”
    “A shame.” Wickedness glinted in his gaze though, and a hint of laughter.
    Releasing her hand, he bent forward and dropped a quick kiss on her mouth. She let her lips cling to his for a moment, her eyes sliding shut while his taste lingered. The sweetness of it made her heart squeeze, though she knew it shouldn’t. This was an affair, so her heart should be unmoved. Or race with passion, but not trip over itself for Finn. It worried her a little, but she pushed it from her mind.
    “Maybe we should go somewhere we can do something about it,” she suggested. As much as she adored history, her interest in the exhibit waned under the temptation he presented.
    His expression tightened with lust. “I’m ready when you are.”
    Desire wound through her as she turned to walk out, the feel of her dress brushing against her legs somehow heightening her need. Finn slid his hand down her back, pressing her forward. Not that she needed urging. Leaving the exhibit, she stumbled when Finn took her arm and tugged her away from the building’s exit.
    Frowning, she met his gaze. “Where are we—”
    “In here.” He drew her through a doorway and automatic lights flashed on. He shut and locked the door behind them while she glanced around and saw they were in a large bathroom.
    “You needed to pee before we left?”
    “Nope.” He curled an arm around her waist so he could drag her against him. His mouth closed over anything she might have said. She met his tongue with her own, battling him for control of the kiss.
    Her hands shoved into his hair, gripping the rough silk. She shifted her torso across his, stimulating her nipples—which hardened to painful points—but the pain just increased her craving. His hands dropped to her hips, pulling her tighter to him, and the ridge of his erection rode against her stomach.
    Not where she wanted it.
    Tingles skittered down her limbs, and her breath sped to panting. His fingers began to gather the fabric of her skirt, and she felt cool air brush her thighs. It sent fire spurting through her and her sex clenched.
    His hands curled under the band of her panties, the roughness of his calluses making her shiver. He dipped down to tease her sex from behind, rubbing his fingertip along the slick lips, circling her opening before he pressed two thick fingers into her channel.
    “Oh, God. Finn.” Her hips moved with the pace his hand set, and her mouth opened in a silent scream when he added a third finger to her pussy. She pressed her face to his chest, her nails digging into his shoulders as she held on tight. “Please.”
    He thrust his fingers into her, deeper, then withdrew slowly, only to fill her again. Everything in her focused on what he was doing between her legs, and she could feel the building storm of orgasm gathering low in her belly. She moved her hips faster, trying to push herself over the edge. He hooked his fingers inside her, rubbing over her G-spot and it was as if a jolt of electricity speared through her loins. Her back bowed, her inner muscles fisted around his digits, and she bit his chest through his shirt.
    He grunted, slipping his hand away from her. “I need to be inside you.”
    “But I’m so close,” she objected. Her body screamed a protest at being denied what it craved so much. Her fingers bunched in his shirt, while she arched into him.
    “Don’t worry, I’ll get you there again.” He pried her hands free and spun them both, positioning her so her front was pressed against the door. She couldn’t believe she was doing this—it was insane, wild. But hadn’t everything about the last few days been out of