Red-Hot Honeymoon: The Honeymoon Arrangement / Marriage in Name Only? / The Honeymoon That Wasn't

‘You feel so amazing …’ Finn muttered against her mouth, green eyes blazing.

‘We should stop.’

‘Hell, no,’ Finn muttered. ‘Just this once … don’t think … just lose yourself.’

‘We can’t have sex in a changing room cubicle, Finn,’ Callie protested, trying to being sensible.

‘We’re not going to make love. You’re just going to come, and I’m going to watch you fall apart in my arms.’

‘I can’t—’

‘Yeah, you can—and you will,’ Finn told her, hooking a small stool with his foot and dragging it over to them.

Turning Callie around, he placed her hands on the mirror before lifting her right foot up onto the stool. Bunching her skirt in one hand, he lifted it slowly to reveal her lacy thong. He pulled it to one side and stared at her waxed strip, tracing it with one finger before sliding that finger into her folds. Callie watched, turned on, as he started to pleasure her, sliding his finger over her clitoris and into her vagina in a slow, steady, orgasm-building rhythm.

His other hand came up to undo the buttons of her shirt, leaving it to fall open and show a hint of her ivory bra. His tanned hand was dark against her lighter skin—and then it disappeared beneath the cup of her bra to cover her breast. Instantly her nipple swelled into his palm, demanding attention.

His fingers worked in tandem to devastate her control—fingers in her panties and fingers rubbing her nipple—and soon she couldn’t help her harsh breathing as she climbed up and up, reaching for that ultimate release, that burst of concentrated pleasure that she hadn’t experienced in far too long …

‘Look at you … so hot, so close,’ Finn growled in her ear. ‘See how beautiful you are.’

Callie almost didn’t recognise the woman in the mirror—the one standing in Finn’s arms. Her hair was messy, her face flushed, and her eyes were a deep, dark mesmerising blue. She looked wild and out of control.

‘You’re so frickin’ hot I could come just looking at you.’

Finn pushed another finger into her channel and flicked her clit with his thumb. Callie shuddered in his arms.

‘Come for me. Right now.’

At his command Callie fell apart in his arms, instinctively bucking against his fingers as she milked every last sensation from the experience. From a place far away, where fireworks were exploding inside her brain, she felt Finn stiffen against her, his erection against her back. She heard his low moan and then felt the hand that was on her breast leave her to grab himself, covering his penis as he turned away and came into the palm of his hand.

In a shop’s dressing room. In the middle of the day. Dear God.

His muttered curse bounced off the walls of the dressing room and pulled her back from that happy place.

‘I haven’t done that since I was a horny teenager.’ He sent her a hot, frustrated, embarrassed look. ‘Apparently I have absolutely no control around you.’

Ditto, Callie thought. She rested her head against the mirror as he backed away from her, aftershocks still skittering through her body. The fact that they—two people who’d been around the block, the world—had no ‘off’ button when they touched was a huge warning that they should keep their distance.

She couldn’t handle him—this. This nuclear reaction couldn’t be controlled so it should be contained, and the only way to contain it was not to light the fuse.

She needed control. Control made her feel safe and secure. Control meant that her mind and emotions could stand apart and let her body have its fun. If all three got in on the action, as they had minutes before, then she was toast.

Finn quickly shucked his underwear, giving her a quick peek at a black thatch of hair and his still mostly erect penis. He swore as he used his underwear to clean up. ‘That was not supposed to happen.’

‘I don’t think any of it was,’ Callie said, closing her eyes.

She heard him stepping into his jeans, the rasp of the zip, a long sigh.

‘Are you okay?’

Callie opened her eyes and stepped away from the mirror. She smoothed down her skirt as Finn pulled on his T-shirt.

Finn sent her a long, concerned look as he repeated his question. ‘Callie, talk to me. Are you okay?’

Callie looked up at the ceiling. ‘Yeah. Wow. Yes. But I think that we should get going. They’re going to come looking for us soon.’

On cue, Annie’s hesitant voice drifted from the entrance of the fitting rooms. ‘Callie? Everything all right?’

Callie’s lips twitched as she replied. ‘We’re coming!’

Finn started to grin. and Callie slapped his shoulder in warning. ‘If you say Been there, done that I swear I will slap you!’

CHAPTER FIVE (#u898b9d10-2aaf-56dc-af93-bed982763533)

FINN STEERED HIS SUV into the empty parking space in front of Callie’s front door and frowned when he saw the tall blond guy sitting on her front step.

‘I thought you said you were single,’ he said to her bent head. He didn’t like the fact that white-hot jealousy speared through him. The thought of any other man having her, being with her, while the delicious scent of her was still on his fingers, the memory of her falling apart in his arms was still so fresh, made him feel ill.

Callie picked up her head and frowned. ‘I am. Why?’

He glared at the man—who just looked at them, waiting for them to leave the car. ‘Pissed off male sitting on your steps.’

Callie looked out through the front windshield and pursed her lips. ‘Older brother.’

Ah. Relief—which was bizarre, because he had no claim to this woman. ‘Can he wait five minutes? We need to talk.’

Callie sat back and nodded. Finn ignored her brother’s thundercloud face and turned in his seat to face her, making sure that the windows were up so no part of this conversation could leak from the car.

He thought about how to start, what exactly he wanted to say. They hadn’t spoken since leaving the shopping mall and he thought that they needed to clear the air before this went any further.

‘So, a little chemistry, huh?’

Callie broke the tense silence, verbalising his thoughts. How did she manage to do that?

‘If you can call that explosion “a little chemistry”,’ Finn muttered, wanting to bang his forehead against the steering wheel. ‘That was crazy. I’ve never …’ Finn swallowed his embarrassment. ‘Never lost it like that before. We had hot sex in a changing room, Callie!’

‘Well, it wasn’t really …’ Callie blew air into her cheeks. ‘Yeah.’

Callie’s tongue touched the centre of her top lip and he held back his groan and cursed the stirring in his pants.

‘This was supposed to be a simple arrangement!’ he muttered, more to himself than to her.

‘It’s still simple,’ Callie argued. ‘We’re going on holiday together, I’m going to pretend to be your wife, and we’re going to end up in bed sooner or later. And, judging by that craziness, probably sooner.’

‘I’m old enough to know that explosive sex has a way of making stuff extraordinarily complicated.’

‘We’re also old enough to work our way around that,’ she said.