“Adelaide, sweetie, did your toes curl?”
“They did.They so did.And he stole my breath.Brielle, I don’t know what to do,” I whine, pushing through my door.
Eric scampers off to find his squeaky toy.
“Go out with him, Addie,” she says softly.“Give him a chance.And, if nothing else, get laid.You’ll feel better.”
Letting the Addie thing slide because it’s Bri, I snort-laugh at her advice.“That’s exactly what Louise said.”
“Well, listen to your elders.We’ve got experience on you.Let me know how things go, okay?And, if all else fails, rub the nub.”
“Okay, thanks.Maybe I’ll come home soon.Catch up with you and the Brad sitch?”
“You know it.Night, babe.”She hangs up before I can respond.
I throw myself back in my chair, hugging my knees to my chest.Not once since leaving Kansas City have I had a problem with a guy.Finding a release.Getting off and walking away.
It’s not like I’m warm and fuzzy.I don’t really like feeling—feelings.It’s just sex, endorphins.And it’s been a long fucking time.Since Eric came on the scene, the dachshund has been the only wiener in my apartment.Not even the guy who delivers my General Tso’s chicken has stepped foot inside, and we see each other on the regular.
Pushing up out of the chair, I pad through my apartment to the fridge and grab a carton of leftover Chinese and a pair of chopsticks.The flavors bursting in my mouth elicit a small moan that makes me think back to class earlier.
To Finn.
To that kiss.
When he let go of his goofy, cheesy persona at McBride’s and kissed me, more than my toes were affected.I felt that kiss race down my spine, expand through my skin, and set every part of me on fire.
It might have even sparked something in my soul.Thus, me off-balance.Feeling prickly and uncomfortable.
I can practically feel his warm hands grasping and tilting my face, moving me where he wanted me.With our height difference, he could so easily overpower me, but it was nothing like that.He didn’t try to take over in that moment; he just took control.
My God, if he’s anything like that in bed…
Maybe I should listen to Brielle and Louise.Maybe they have a point.If nothing else, it could be some pretty amazing sex.And, really, I won’t have to see him anymore after this class is done in a couple of weeks.This could work.
I finish eating and drop my bowl into the dishwasher.With all the thoughts of Finn’s lips and the hint of getting laid, I’m definitely feeling twitchy.There’s really only one thing to do, one thing that will afford me some relief.
Eric nips at my heels as I traipse down the hall to my bathroom.I fill the tub, testing the water temperature, adding cherry-and-vanilla-scented bath oil.Fragrance hangs in the heavy, humid air as I light a candle and slip out of my clothes.I hit the light switch and push Eric out, closing the door behind him.The last thing I need is a wiener ruining my moment.
With Eric safely out of my way, I sink low into the tub, steaming water caressing my curves.I slide my hand down my stomach and slip it between my thighs.Brielle’s suggestion bounces around in my brain as my fingers tease and hint at the release my body needs.
As my climax builds, all I can think is,What’s Finn doing right now?
12
“Looks like you dropped something
…my jaw.”
“Looks like you dropped something, too
…your dignity.”
Finn
The door slams behind me, interrupting the halfhearted moans coming from Jimmy’s side of our flat.I stalk straight to the kitchen and grab a bottle of whiskey.Marlee’s offer and my refusal sobered me far beyond where I want to end the night.I drain a fair bit of the bottle before resting it on the counter next to me.
“What’s up your arse, Finn?”Jimmy walks out of his room in nothing but his boxers, slung low on his hips.He reeks of cheap perfume and sex.
