I couldn’t form the words, scared to face his answer.
Not today.
Not after Troy’s injury.
Not after Preston.
“I should—” My words were stopped as Fin lifted my chin and brought his strong lips to mine. The electricity in his kiss short-circuited my thoughts. My arms moved upward to his wide shoulders. My fingers wove through his soft dark hair at the nape of his neck.
In some magical trance, we were now both inside my apartment, no longer in the hallway. The door closed. I gave no resistance as Fin’s kiss continued, his tongue sought entrance as he pressed his solid body against mine. His fingers splayed beneath my top, caging my ribs. The moans filling the air were coming from me.
I gasped as all at once, my hands were above my head, pinned to the wall above me. Fin’s handsome face was before me, his thumb rubbing seductively over my lower lip, and the taste of his beer on my tongue. Overstimulation had my nerves stretched taut. I longed to touch him, to run my fingers over his muscular body that had matured to perfection.
Fin towered above me, dwarfing me in his presence. Yet there was no fear. The emotions running rapidly through me were a potent mixture of wanton desire and stupidity. This was the last thing we should be doing.
My attempts to free my wrists were futile as Fin continued his laser-focused stare of me.
“Damn, Vee. I’ve fucking missed you.” His deep voice rattled my core.
It was as if my tongue had forgotten how to speak. The construction of words seemed out of the question; sentences were impossible. All I could do was stare into his sapphire orbs, now mostly black.
The centers of his eyes were dilated in the dim light or was it something else, was it the kaleidoscope of yearning simmering in the blue ring surrounding his enlarged pupils?
With his hand that wasn’t keeping an iron grip of my wrists, Fin’s forefinger trailed from my cheek, lower to my neck and collarbone, each inch the striking of steel over flint, leaving goose bumps in its wake. His touch was a match lighting flames to dry underbrush. The resulting forest fire threatened catastrophic consequences.
Fin released my wrists, only to secure them again at my sides.
The distance between us disappeared as his massive frame pressed against my smaller one. Chest to chest, his heartbeat vibrated from him to me, sending shock waves throughout my circulation. His erection probed my stomach, confirming that my wants weren’t one-sided.
This was the Fin I remembered.
The unabashed dominant lover.
The only man who had ever shown me what truly trusting another soul could do, the walls it could demolish and the ecstasies it could unleash, his abilities morphed into a curse over time. It was like drinking Dom Perignon as my first taste of champagne and then spending the rest of my life searching through grocery store shelves for anything remotely close and only finding cheap imitations.
The lust-filled fog cleared.
Fin released my wrists.
I lifted a palm to his sternum and pushed, moving him a smidgen away. Beneath my touch of his rock-hard chest, his heart also raced. “Fin.”
He took a step back, ran his palm over his face. His fingers raked through his dark hair. “Vee, I’m sorry.”
I shook my head. “Don’t apologize. Today has been…”
“You’re seeing Preston. I have no right…”
It seemed completing sentences was now an inability we both shared. “I broke it off with him today.”
Fin’s gaze locked onto mine. “You did?”
“Yeah. Leigh says I have commitment issues.”
His lips quirked. “I recall someone saying the same thing about me—and my commitment to a team.”
Exhaling, I straightened my top and smiled. “Have a nice dinner with Zane.”
“Zane. Fuck.”
