Page 30 of The Reckless Rookie

We make it to the bedroom with considerably less dignity than either of us would probably prefer. Finn catches a boot on the rug, I back into the dresser, and he grabs me before I can lose my balance, and suddenly we’re both laughing.

“Professional athlete.”

“Shut up.”

“Elite coordination.”

“You walked into furniture.”

“You were attached to me.”

“That sounds like blame.”

“It is.”

He kisses me again, still smiling, and then his mouth moves to my jaw, my throat, the place below my ear, and the laughter disappears. My knees soften; his arm tightens around me.

“Got you.”

Something about the words catches where it shouldn’t. I answer by pushing his jeans down, and his breath leaves him hard.

“Jesus Christ, Catalina.”

“What?”

He gives me a look. His erection is obvious, and the sight of exactly what I’m doing to him sends heat low through my stomach.

He reaches behind me and unhooks my bra. This time there’s no rush. He lets it fall, and his mouth lowers to my breast, and the first brush of his tongue pulls my back into an arch.

“Finn.”

He does it again, and my fingers close in his hair. His palm cups my other breast, rough against sensitive skin, and my body answers him before my brain gets involved. My hips move toward him.

He lifts his head. “There you are.”

“Do not get cocky.”

“I’m trying really hard.”

I pull him back to me. The mattress catches behind my knees, and we go down together, his weight settling over me, solid without crushing me, his thigh between mine.

For a second, we’re still. His breath warms my cheek, his jaw scrapes mine, and one of his hands rests against my hip. It trembles.

“You’re shaking.”

“So are you.”

“I am not.”

He looks pointedly at the hand I have locked around his shoulder. “Shut up.”

His grin flashes, and then he kisses me and slides his hand between us. My breath catches. He tries something, and my body tightens for the wrong reason.

Finn stops. Immediately. “Too fast?”

“Yes.”

He swallows. “Sorry.”