“Forget that was a window?”He pastes on his smirk and shifts his hips, opening his mouth for what I’m sure will be bullshit, but I cut him off, “Just be real for a change; no need to get cocky.”
We both freeze.Neither one of us is willing to move a muscle until it can’t be contained, and we bust out laughing.
“Cocky.”When Finn repeats it, the snort-laughs start.
“Oh my God.Sorry, that was too funny.”I swipe a finger behind my glasses, dabbing at the tears.“What’s the plan?What are we doing?”I shift in my seat to face him as he whips his car out of the space at the back of the lot.
“I had a plan, though it’s all kind of gone to shite now with getting stuck at the pub for so long.Are you hungry?We could go get something to eat.”
I’ve thought some horrible things about Finn and his driving.Who could blame me after he almost hit me and the way I’ve seen him zipping around town.But watching the way he handles the little hatchback, the confidence he has here, it not only matches how he moved in the chaos behind the bar, but it’s also somehow better.
“I could eat.”And I lose a little hold on my decorum as I watch him palm the stick shift, the way he grips it and strokes it like he’s stroking himself.
He shifts in his seat and glances at me.I quickly look back up, hoping I didn’t get caught staring, but?—
“Whatcha looking at?”He quirks an eyebrow as he pulls into an impossibly tight parking spot at a restaurant.
“Nothing,” I huff out.
He parked so that I have more space on my side of the car, so watching him slide his lean body out of his barely cracked door takes all of my attention.Hips flexing, ass tight, legs driving him up and out.
My hand clutches the door handle, knuckles going white as I grip it tightly.By the time Finn’s around the car, opening my door, I have my breath under control, though my libido seems to be marching right along without a care in the world.
“You all right?”He puts his hand out to help me from the low seat.
Much as I need the help, I insist that I don’t—because I’m not sure I can handle the contact—and almost wipe out as my feet hit a slippery spot on the ground.Finn catches me with a large hand firmly planted high on my waist, high enough that his thumb is almost grazing my boob.And the smug smile tells me heknowshe’s close.
“You sure you’re okay?”he asks.
He’s getting to me in more ways than he knows.
After the rocky start, we have a surprisingly normal dinner.My burger is perfectly pink and juicy, dripping in cheese, mushrooms sliding off the bun.My double-fried fries melt the mayo as I dip them.
“So, you came here for college and couldn’t bear the thought of leaving?”Finn asks before licking some ranch off his thumb.
I’m wound so tight, everything he does makes me shift in my seat, seeking relief.
“Kind of.The program was great, and my scholarship was amazing, but I stayed”—I don’t know how to say this without sounding like a petulant brat; maybe I am—“to win a passive-aggressive battle with my dad.He’s a super-conservative lawyer, and he doesn’t appreciate my style.”I shrug, laughing a bit.“He’d rather I have golden highlights and clutch my pearls instead of my ever-changing hair and my pierced nose.”I watch Finn for his reaction.We’ve hardly had a conversation, let alone a serious one touching on my less than conventional looks.“What about you?Came for the women?Using the accent to its fullest potential?”
“Eh, no.”He smiles, embarrassed.Maybe rueful.“I had an incident in Dublin and felt the need for a new start.”He shoves a huge bite of his bacon cheeseburger in his mouth, darting his tongue along the seam of his lips.
I mentally shake the lust away, trying to focus on our conversation.Conversation, good, Adelaide.Fucking him with your eyes, bad.
“There’s more to that story, Finn.You’re going to have to tell me.”That wasn’t flirty at all, and the wink didn’t really count.I might have potentially had dust in my eye.Or something.
“Ehm, well…” His blush comes hard and fast, but an answer doesn’t.
Finn concentrates intensely on his fries, popping three into his mouth.Again with the licking of his fingers.
Why am I so focused on his mouth?
“I had an incident with my Humanities professor that ended poorly.MymarriedHumanities professor.”His smile is tight as he spins his pint glass back and forth on the table.“She kept her position, and I was asked to quietly leave university.My mum and dad told me to figure it out, so I did.I bought a plane ticket and came to visit my uncle in New York, and he hooked me up with a job.”He shrugs and finally dances his eyes up to meet mine.And he’s biting his damn lip.
“Wow, so…a married woman?”I stare at him, not quite sure what else to say.
“It was four years ago.I’ve learned a lot since then,” he says earnestly.
There’s an awkward pause, and then, with my eyes bugging out, I bust out laughing, my mind completely falling into the gutter.“I’m sure you have,” I jeer.
