Just for Now (22 page)

He groaned. “I need to see you. And we can’t do this here.
But I’m in a room with the kids.”

“And I’m in one with your sister,” she reminded him.

“Right. Getting a room.” And a condom, he realized. “Wait
here for me.” He pulled his hands away reluctantly. Then leaned against the
wall next to her. “Give me a moment.”

“Are you all right?” she asked tentatively.

He laughed a little. “Burning up for you. Only so much a
dinner jacket can conceal. Saying my twelve times tables here.”

  “Right,” he said after a minute. He lifted her gently away
from the door. “Stay here. Back in a few minutes.” He gave her a kiss that was
meant to be brief, lingered there as her mouth opened under his. Broke it off
at last. “Wait for me.”

Alone in the dark, Jenna wrapped her arms around herself,
reality slowly returning like a cold spigot running into a warm bathtub. What
was she doing? This was a really, really bad idea. Never mind the future.
Tonight was frightening enough.  

She had worked herself into full anxiety by the time Finn
gave a quiet knock and slipped through the door again.

“Jenna?” he called softly. “Still in here?”

“Yes,” she said tentatively, moved towards him in the
darkness. “But . . . are you sure?”

He reached for her, pulled her into him. “I’m so sure. I
need to do this. But if you don’t . . . you can say no. Praying you won’t, though.”
He found her mouth, kissed her again. “What do you think?”

“I want to,” she said honestly. “But . . . what I told you.
I’m not good at this. What if you’re disappointed?”

“Do you want me?” he demanded.

“Yes,” she admitted. “So much.”

He exhaled in relief. “Then here’s what we’re going to do. I’m
going to take you upstairs. I’m going to get you naked, and then I’m going to put
you on your back and do some things to you that I’ve been thinking about for a
long, long time. Trust me, I’m not going to be disappointed. I’m going to be
feeling like the luckiest man in the world.”

Finn opened the door with the keycard, allowed Jenna to
precede him into the room. He’d kept her hands off her during the walk to the lift,
the ride up with a family whose young son had been awestruck at the bit of chat
he’d offered. But now he had her here, and he was done. He bent down to pull
off his shoes and socks. Saw her beginning to kick off her own high heels.

“No,” he said sharply. “No,” he added more gently. “Please.
Leave them on for me.”

He saw her uncertainty. “Jenna. Come here.” He folded her in
his arms, gave her a long, slow kiss. “I’m going to tell you what to do. And I’m
going to find out what you like. It’s all good. No worries.”

“You’ll tell me?” she asked, looking up at him. “Because I
want to please you.”

He took his arms from around her to pull off his dinner
jacket and throw it across a chair. “You please me so much. Just looking at you
is pleasing me. But if you want to help, why don’t you unfasten this tie?”

She stepped in close, untied the bow tie from around his
neck, and he saw her breath coming faster at the contact.

“Could you take these cufflinks off for me too?” He lifted
his wrists and watched as she carefully removed the black onyx links and set
them on the desk. “And can you do the shirt studs as well? They’re a bit
fiddly.”

His shirt fell further open with every black ornament she
removed and placed on the desk with the cufflinks, and her hands slowed.

“I want to touch you.” She looked up at him. “While I do
this.”

He smiled. “Funny. That’s what I was just going to suggest.”
He took a breath as she set her palms on his chest, moved them over him slowly.
She removed another stud, ran her hands down his abdomen. Slid her arms around
him beneath the shirt, reached up to kiss the spot above his collarbone, then the
place where his neck met his shoulder.

“You’re so strong,” she breathed against his skin. “I love how
big you are. How you feel.”

He bent to kiss her again as her hands continued to move on
his back. “Better take care of the rest of those,” he told her. “Touch me a bit
more while you’re there, too.”

She pulled out the last stud. Looked up at him questioningly
as she pulled the shirttail from his black trousers. “Can I take it off?”

“Hoping you will.” His breath was coming faster now.

She pulled the white shirt from his shoulders, set it on the
chair next to the jacket. Turned back to look at him, explore him with her
hands again. The big shoulders and broad chest, his forearms with their
shifting ropes of muscle. His defined abdomen, and the trail of hair that ran
from his navel, dipped into his waistband.

He closed his hands over hers as they moved to the button of
his black trousers. “I’m taking that dress off first,” he told her. “I need to
see you.”

She reached for her belt, but he brushed her hands aside
again. “Oh, no. I’m doing this. Been planning it all night.” He unfastened the wide
belt, set it aside. Then reached around to pull down the long zipper that ran
the length of her back. The sleeveless dress gapped as he did, revealing more
of her breasts, the top of her bra. Black, he realized, his pulse giving
another kick. He pulled the dress up over her head, dropped it on the chair.
Stood back, and just looked.

Auburn waves fell over her white shoulders. A black lace
demibra left the upper curves of her full breasts exposed, and matching black
lace bikini panties began at the wide curve of her hips, dipped in a V that
pointed where he wanted to go. But that wasn’t all. He’d felt the top of a
stocking as he’d kissed her in the dark. That hadn’t prepared him for the sight
of the wide band of black lace encircling each white thigh, changing beneath to
sheer black nylon that ended in the high heels.

“Shit,” he breathed.

“Is it all right?” she asked him tentatively. “Too much?”

“Oh, yeh,” he groaned. “Too much.” He pulled her to him, began
to kiss her as he covered a breast with one hand, brought her hips against him
with the other. Dove beneath the waistband of the lace panties, rubbed his hand
over her backside. Felt her response, her hips rocking into him, her mouth
opening wider under his own as his hands moved on her. Her own hands sliding over
his shoulders, his back, coming down to his waist now. Then she was stepping
back, reaching for his button again. Unzipping him, pulling his pants down his
legs.

“Condom in my pocket,” he muttered. Grabbed for it. Then
hesitated, not sure what to do with it.

Jenna took it from him, tucked it into the front of her bra.
“Ladies’ pocket,” she smiled.

He watched her face grow serious again as she hooked her
fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs. “I want to take these off,” she
told him. “I need to see you too. All of you.”

He nodded, dry-mouthed, as she pulled them down. He stepped
out of them and his pants, kicked them aside, and reached for her again.

“Oh.” She reached out to hold him. “So much here too.” She
ran her hand over him, and he closed his eyes. Then opened them again. Because
the sight of her, dressed like that, doing that, was something he didn’t want
to miss.

“Time for you to lie down for me.” He walked her backward
until her thighs hit the bed behind them. Came down with her onto it, reached
down to pull off first one black high heel, then the other. Moved over her again,
kissing her harder now, a hand going to her breast, thumb tracing the edge of
the lace. Down to kiss her neck, her throat. And then the flesh rising above
that lace bra. Dipping into the space between her breasts, that shadow she’d
been showing all night. All his now. He pulled the condom packet out, set it
aside. Then reached around at last, unfastened the bra and pulled it off, exposed
her to his gaze.  

She moved her hands towards her breasts to cover them,
uncomfortable with his silence. “Big.”

He pulled her hands away. “Perfect.”

His hand closed over one breast, stroking and teasing, while
his mouth moved on the other, found the nipple and took it between his teeth, and
the shock of it went through her, straight to her core. Her breath was coming
fast now, and a moan escaped her at the feeling of his mouth and hands on her.
She felt her thighs falling open, the electric moment when his hand moved down
from a breast to cover her. His hands moving to pull the lace panties off.

Then he wasn’t touching her anymore. He was sitting up and
staring down at her as she lay on the white duvet cover, wearing only the black
stockings.

“Bloody hell,” he said, breathing hard now too. “You’re like
Disneyland. Everything I like best, all there for me. And I want to go on every
ride.”

He ran a hand from her breast down her stomach, then lower.
Looked into her eyes as he began to stroke her, saw her eyes lose their focus as
he continued to touch her. “You’re so gorgeous. All I want to do is play here
all night. Do everything to you.”

“Finn,” she breathed. “Please. Please.” Her hips moved
towards him, her entire body enticing him. He kissed her breasts again, moved
lower. Looked at her legs in those stockings, falling open now. Pulled a pillow
from the head of the bed and shoved it under her hips, then put a hand on each
thigh and opened her to him.

“Wait,” she gasped as he began to kiss her. “No. Don’t.” She
tried to close her thighs, struggled against him.

He looked up. “What’s wrong?”

“You don’t . . . you can’t want to do that.” She was
blushing furiously now, the color staining her chest and her face as she
struggled onto her elbows.

He came up to hold her, kiss her mouth again. “Jenna. I want
to do that so much. You’re gorgeous, and I want to kiss you, and please you.”

“You do?”

“Trust me. If you don’t like it, I’ll stop. I promise.” His
mouth went to her breast again, his hand stroking her, and her breath hitched.
“Now lie back and let me love you.”

He could tell that she still felt shy, at first. And he
could sense the moment when the feelings became too much for her, the pleasure
too intense. When she forgot to be shy and was rising into him, calling out now,
hands clutching his hair as he took her higher, then higher still. When she
felt her entire being centered there, where he was touching her, kissing her.
He drove her up until she shattered with a long cry, her back arching as she
rose into his mouth again and again.

She was still trembling with the aftershocks as he grabbed
for the condom packet. Her hands went to the stockings. “I should . . .”

“Oh, no.” His hands closed over hers, stilled them. “We’re not
taking those off. Ever since I saw them, I’ve been wanting to feel them against
me.” Still holding her hands, he moved over her, looked down to watch as he slid
inside, then up again to see her eyes glaze as he filled her. The heat of it,
the sight of her mouth opening, her breath coming hard now. Her hands still in
his, her hips rising to meet him. He kept it slow, a smooth rock, watched her, listened
to her responding to him.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he told her at last. He felt the
lace tops of her stockings against his back, and his pleasure ratcheted up
another notch as the ride continued, higher and higher now.

“Harder. Please. Finn. Do it harder. Do that to me.” She was
crying out at every stroke, moving against him, and he was lost, no control
now, taking all of her. He felt her convulsing around him again, the
contractions pulling at him. The sensation was too much, and he felt himself
going up and over, calling out hoarsely as he emptied into her.

He rolled to his back, pulled her on top of him, both of
them fighting for breath. “Worth waiting for,” he told her at last. “My God. So
worth waiting for.”

She buried her face in his neck as his hand moved over her,
stroking her. “Me too. I never knew it could feel that way. That was . . . it
was amazing. Thank you.”

He smiled lazily. “My pleasure. As you’re a bit amazing
yourself. Happy to help you out that way anytime.”

“We need to get back,” she told him reluctantly. “We’ve been
gone so long.”

“Mmm.” He ran his hand over her hair. “And we can’t slip out
tonight. Pity. What do you think about coming back to the house with me
tomorrow, staying with me there for the week? We’re going to have to do this a
fair few times to get through everything I’ve thought of. Unless you had plans
you don’t want to change.”

“Nothing that sounds better than that,” she sighed. “But do
you think that’s a good idea?”

“Do you mean, will we jump each other if we’re alone
together? That’s what I’m counting on. At least, I plan to jump you. Whether
you reciprocate . . . well, that’s up to you. But that’s my game plan. Since
we’re sharing.”

“I’m working for you, though. This time was one thing. And
I’m not sorry. But we shouldn’t do this again.”

“Why not?” he challenged. “You’re on holiday. Nothing to do
with working for me. We can go away, if that helps. Because I bloody well need
to do it again. And I think you do too.”

“And what about after that? I don’t want the kids to know.
It wouldn’t be fair to confuse them. It wouldn’t be right, or doing my job. Anyway,
sleeping with your kids’ nanny? Isn’t that kind of a classic? And not in a good
way.”

He pulled her down to him to kiss her. “If you’re married to
the kids’ mum. Which I’m not. Or looking for a bit extra on the side. That’s
not me. We can’t help that this is how we got to know each other. And if you
want to stop, you can tell me. We just have to keep the two things separate in
our minds. There’s the job, and there’s us. The kids, and me. Separate. Easy
as.”

She laughed reluctantly. “You’re very persuasive. But
nothing in front of the kids. Not while I’m staying in the house.”

“Done,” he agreed. “Now let’s get dressed, get back to this
party. You’ve got a just-been-done look about you, and I want to dance with you
and watch you, and know I did that. And that I’ll be doing it again tomorrow.”