nipples like little beads. The taste of her flooded through him, the Scotch adding an intoxicating flavor. He couldn’t stop kissing her, exploring her mouth, trying to be gentle. Trying to take things slow.
Anna was trembling in his hands, tension vibrating through her. She wasn’t kissing him back.
She was pushing. Pushing him away.
He took his mouth from hers, looked down into her eyes. Blind fear.
Shit. Had he pushed too far?
“Anna,” he whispered. “It’s me. It’s Finn.”
Chapter Six
She couldn’t breathe. Sensations rocketing through her. Skin so hot. So tight. His hands on her breasts, the heat of his palms, the heat of his mouth on hers. It felt like she was burning up. A pressure building inside of her.
Terrifying.
Fear pushed her over into the black hole where her memory should be, her mind spinning without gaining purchase.
Did he do this to her? Did he touch her like this? And, oh God, had it felt like this? Had she responded? Why couldn’t she remember? Why?
She’d woken up in an alley full of trash, blouse open, skirt rucked up. Shocked, shaking, wondering what had happened to her, and nothing but blackness where memory should be…
“It’s Finn, Green Eyes. It’s me. “
Finn’s voice whispered along her skin. A lifeline.
Anna blinked and looked up into his face. A familiar, beloved face.
Except he didn’t look quite like that familiar friend anymore. The flush to the broad lines of his cheekbones, the flame in his dark eyes, weren’t part of the Finn she knew. They belonged to another man, a hungry man.
“Don’t be scared.” His hands left her breasts, cupping her face again. The concern in his gaze took the breath from her. “I won’t hurt you, Anna.”
“I know you won’t. That’s not what I’m scared of.”
His brows drew together. “Then what? Are you getting flashbacks of the attack? Are you remembering stuff?”
“No. It’s kind of the opposite. I can’t remember and yet my mind keeps trying to.” She took a ragged breath. “I want to know what…h-he did to me. Because now I don’t even know what I should be scared of and what I shouldn’t.”
Something moved in Finn’s gaze. “Don’t try to remember, Green Eyes. Don’t think about what happened then. Concentrate only on me. Think only of what’s happening now. Can you do that?”
“I don’t know if I can.”
His fingers stroked along her jaw. “You trust me, right?”
She didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
“And you want something good to remember?”
“Yes.” It was why she was here after all.
“Then let me give you something good, Anna. Let me help you.”
Oh, God, she wanted him to. Wanted more than this black hole of memory she kept falling into. Wanted more than the fear that had been dogging her the past six months.
“Okay,” she said hoarsely. “So help me.”
The only warning she got was the tightening of his fingers on her, and then he was kissing her, a totally different kiss to the one before. This one was desperate. Feverish. At the same time his hand moved, cupping one achingly sensitive breast, his thumb brushing her nipple. Sensation like an arrow speared her. Pinning her to the spot.
A groan escaped her, turning into a cry as his fingers pinched her nipple gently. No pain. Only that white-hot shard of pleasure. Another hand in her hair, gripping her, tilting her head back, angling her mouth so he could kiss her deeper.
Finn was pushing her. Pushing her off the ledge.
And she let herself fall.
Her mind, transfixed by sensation, stopped spinning, stopped trying to find memories it would never locate. The feeling of his mouth on hers and his fingers on her breast obliterated everything else. No room for fear. No room for uncertainty.
Something snapped inside her like a dam breaking, water rushing through it. Flooding everywhere. A desire she’d kept hidden for years.
Anna began to kiss him back, the taste of him Scotch and chocolate and spice all at the same
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