swallowed again.
Continuing their visual exploration, his eyes moved up past her taut stomach, following the damp imprint of her tits. Sweet Jesus . Her top was like a second skin, nearly transparent, and he could just make out the shape of her areola as her nipples poked through what looked to be a lace bra. Black lace.
Pulling his gaze away from the sinful curves of her breasts, he followed the path of exposed flesh from her cleavage to her neck and upwards finally meeting her gaze. She smiled at him; seemingly oblivious to the way he'd visually molested the shit out of her.
"Thank you so much, Finn. God knows how long I would have been out here trying to get that damn tire off."
Finn smiled in response. Even her voice was alluring. Sweet with a touch of rapines.
"No problem, really. I'm just glad I found you. I like to make rounds on the surrounding roads of the ranch before I head home at night. Do you always come this way?" Finn, who had wondered at her level of common sense, waited for an answer.
"No, not usually, but I had a long day and wanted a change of scenery. Should have known better than to deviate from the script." Raven shook her head with her last statement. He didn't know if she meant to be funny but he couldn't help but laugh at her sour expression. Raven narrowed her eyes at him as he chuckled.
"So, my tragedy is your comedy?" She asked with a raised brow. Now she was just sexy and he continued to grin. There was a moment where something flashed between them. A wall crumbled and they connected, no longer familiar strangers.
"Not at all. Glad I could jump in when your script went awry. Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure," Raven said. She hated how anxious she was to know what he wanted.
" Do you normally stick to the script?"
"No." A simple answer with a big meaning. Raven’s desire was evident in her eyes. She was no longer holding back.
"No?" Finn asked in an attempt to draw her out further. "So you do you allow yourself to be a little spontaneous?" He didn't really mean to flirt, but he couldn't help it.
They were dancing around the fire, just close enough to feel the heat of the flames.
"Sometimes I deviate. Like today." Her voice was throaty and breathless as she fell deeper into his hypnotic web.
"As much as I love running into you on a dark country road, you ought to be careful. Things can get dangerous for a pretty girl like you," he murmured. Their eyes were locked as they continued to play their little game.
"Then I guess I'm lucky you're the one who found me."
She reached out, running her fingers through his soft, silky hair.
"Why do I feel like the lucky one," he whispered.
Raven gently tugged his golden strands to pull him closer. Finn struggled to maintain his cool, fighting the urge to put his hands all over her. Flirting was harmless, but what he wanted to do was not. He wanted to harm her body with his, in the worst way.
"Ray."
It was part warning, part plea for mercy. He wasn't a saint and feeling her touch was too much for him to ignore. His dick was hard and his rational mind was mush. Both his hands were planted firmly on the seat around each of her thighs, his thumbs inching towards the heat of her flesh.
"Finn."
She nuzzled her face against his, deeply inhaling his scent. It drove her almost crazy that way he called her 'Ray'. Raven felt him grinning against her cheek and couldn't resist. She sought out her favorite dimple and lightly traced it with her tongue, relishing the taste of his slightly salty skin. \
Finn groaned at the feel of her hot tongue against his cheek. All the lustful thoughts that he'd had of her over the last few weeks swirled around his mind. He shouldn't let this happen. He should pull away and advise her to walk away. Then they could go back to ignoring each other. Those sensible thoughts were weak, and his desire was strong. She was so close, her body heat teasing him as she continued to look into his eyes with such