Free Heart Shot by Elizabeth Lapthorne

exploded.
    She shut her eyes involuntarily. Her senses were overwhelmed. Pleasure rocked through her like a bolt of lightning and she just had to watch this moment. Fin held her hips hard, angled her higher and thrust into her as he poured his own climax inside her. They grappled with their hands, bodies slick with sweat. Her ears rang, both their screams blocked out as her senses shut down for a moment to cope with the onslaught.
    Milking him with her pussy, taking everything imaginable, she gave him her all. She could have sworn the world tilted on its axis, only to realize Fin had shifted. He pressed her into the back of the couch so he could pound into her harder as he rode his orgasm through to its end. She clung to him, gasping for air and stunned by the ferocity of her peak.
    Drained, she collapsed into the couch and he quickly followed. It took Emily a minute or more to stop shaking, the fine, intimate tremors something she hadn’t experienced in a very long time. Her first sense to return was smell. The air was heavy with the aroma of sex, semen and satisfaction. The light in the room was bright and she closed her eyes against it, wanting to take in and memorize everything about this delicious experience. Realizing she might miss something, she opened them again to take stock.
    Emily had no idea how long they lay like that. They faced each other, legs entwined and chests clamped together to fit them both on the couch. She cooled down quickly, her sweat catching the chill in the air now that her blood no longer roared through her veins.
    She snuggled closer to Fin, eager to share his warmth. He wrapped an arm around her. The sensation of safety and security she’d felt earlier hadn’t been a fluke. She felt it again, here and now.
    For some reason her body trusted him. Something in his manner, or maybe his soul, reached out and spoke silently to her.
    Emily had never experienced it and didn’t know quite what to make of it.
    “Was it really a coincidence you were on that street?” Fin asked softly. Emily tensed, though even she could feel it wasn’t the same level of force as she had reacted with earlier.
    She had no idea how, or when, but Fin had crawled under her skin and beneath her defenses. There were still some things she knew she couldn’t tell him—work-related secrets she felt honor bound to protect and keep—but she’d never trusted another person like she did him. Something in her instincts insisted her faith was not misplaced.
    Not knowing how much she could tell him or what, exactly, he wished to know, she pondered her answer. She lifted her head and brushed her hair back with one hand. Emily met his gaze and measured her words with care.
    “There was no schedule or plan for me to be there, no,” she admitted. “But I was there in relation to a job I was checking on. Research. But James didn’t send me to that particular café, no.”
    “James is your contact, the man you work for?”
    Emily blinked, surprised she’d given him that but she nodded. They were both silent for a minute. She had the idea Fin wanted her to say more, but remaining silent had been ingrained upon her for so long that she didn’t know where to start. Neither did she know how much she wanted to divulge to him.
    “Are you one of the good guys?” Fin finally asked. She could tell he tried to put it as a teasing joke, but there was a seriousness in his eyes, a few lines of strain around those gorgeous lips of his. “At least if we’re on the same side…Em?”
    She climbed off the couch and turned away from him. Searching the floor for her knickers gave her an excuse to not look at him.
    “I just need a second,” she pleaded.
    Far more slowly, with a languid grace she envied, Fin pulled himself up. He pressed a light kiss to her temple.
    “It can’t possibly be that bad,” he insisted. “I’ve seen your soul. I’ll clean up and be back in a minute. Then we can talk.”
    She cringed, not from imminent talk ,