I wasn’t going to stay long enough to search for it. My presence was clearly unwelcome, and I wasn’t the kind of woman who stayed where she wasn’t wanted.
Even if I was so horny I was legitimately sweating.
Finn just stared as I pulled on my flowy lounge pants and slipped my fuzzy sweater over my shoulders, stuffing my bralette into my pants’ pocket. I made it to the door before he caught me.
“Wait.” He reached for my elbow, but stopped himself.
I paused, but didn’t turn around.
My heart was beating too wildly, and I was pretty sure I was going to start crying soon, even though I wasn’t sad.
All of my strongest emotions, both positive and negative, insisted on expressing themselves through tears.
“You left your phone. And your cake,” he said.
I let out a soft breath and turned to face him.
Wow, he was huge.
And strong.
And sexy.
My entire body throbbed with need. All of it was directed toward him.
He had the cake dome tucked under his ridiculously large arm and held my phone in his other hand, outstretched toward me. The wound my wolf had left on his bicep was already healed.
His gaze lingered on the bare strip of skin at the center of my chest. My sweater covered my nipples, but the slight curve of my breasts was definitely on display.
I took the phone. “You can keep the cake.”
“I won’t eat it.”
“You don’t eat cake?”
“No.”
My forehead creased. “Everyone likes cake. Are you allergic? I could make it gluten free, or?—”
“I don’t want a cake, Emmy.”
What the hell was wrong with him?
It was cake!
Granted, I’d just offered to bake from him. After he sent me on my way, while both of us were horny.
It probably wasn’t the cake he didn’t want. It was me.
Ouch.
Finn held the dome out, and I took that too.
“Thanks, I guess,” I said.
He nodded.
Turning back around, I made my way down the porch carefully. He didn’t flip the lights on, but my vision in the dark seemed a little better now, and I managed not to fall on my ass again.
