“It’s perfect, Em. Quit trying to fix it.”
I made a face at him in the mirror, and didn’t stop the touchups.
Finn stepped up behind me. My hands stopped moving.
He took the curling iron and set it down, then wrapped his fingers around my wrists. When he lowered my hands to the countertop, I held the ledge lightly.
His hands found my hips, and warmth bloomed in my lower belly as his erection met my ass.
His lips lowered toward my ear. “If we stay here much longer, we’re not going to make it out of this bathroom.”
“Is that a promise?”
He nipped my bare shoulder lightly. “Do you want it to be?”
“Yes. But we have dinner reservations,” I said breathlessly.
“You’re already known for being late.” His hand dragged slowly up my ribcage before brushing my breast. “It would be a shame to ruin your reputation.”
“Or my hair.”
“Maybe your hair wants to be ruined.” Finn squeezed my breast.
“Maybe it does.”
His lips met the crook of my neck, and he sucked lightly.
I rocked slowly against his cock, earning a low rumble of appreciation.
My phone started ringing before the fun could really start. I was going to ignore it, but Finn picked it up to see who was calling.
Jade.
Dammit.
I sighed. “If I don’t answer, she’ll keep calling while she drives over here.”
“Why?”
“She’s a real pain in the ass. It’s what makes her an amazing friend.”
“Wyatt might stop her.”
“Really?” I perked up a little.
“Actually, no. I can’t see him caring how much she pisses us off.”
He hit the answer button, followed by the speaker, and I said, “Hello?”
“Hey. Are you on your way yet?”
“No. You’re worried I’m going to be late, aren’t you?” I teased.
“You’ll be late if you don’t leave right now, so yeah, I think that’s a valid concern.”
I gave Finn a playful look in the mirror. He tried not to, but couldn’t stop his lips from curving a little again.
He liked me, even if he didn’t want to.
