My eyebrows draw together. “I promise I didn’t notice. I’m still pinching myself you’re here with me.”
Finley’s breath stutters. My hands land on hers still gripping my head, gently guiding them away. My head ducks to study her stomach. Faint white lines pucker the skin around her navel.Thisis why she’s self-conscious? A couple of scars?
I don’t need to understand the reason, only that she thought I’d be put off by it.
“Okay, I want to make something clear.” My lips drop to her abdomen again, planting featherlight kisses along the lines bothering her. “You are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.” I kiss her skin again, lips lingering for a beat. “Every part of you is beautiful. Your bright blue eyes.” Kiss. “Your soft mouth.” Kiss. “Your legs.” My fingers trace her thighs, and she shudders, eyes closing, staggered breath escaping her lips. “I love your strength, it’s so fucking sexy.”
“You never say the right words?” Her voice is strangled as I kiss my way down her body, savoring this moment I never thought I’d have. “You might need to…” She moans when I take a nipple in my mouth, kissing it the way I did her lips, nice and slow and teasing. “Reassess… that.”
I move down her body, my tongue tracing a line over one of the marks on her skin. “I especially love this part of you right here, because I’m seeingyou. And all I want to do is keep looking. To see more.”
She sucks in a breath, her hand reaching for mine, telling me everything she’s not saying.
“There’s something you should know,” she says suddenly.
I look at her face, but she’s not making eye contact.
“I don’t want you to think it’s your fault...”
Her sentence hangs in the air, making me sweat.
“If I don’t finish. It’s hard for me because of my medication. I don’t want you to think it’s you.”
Her medication? She’s never mentioned it before but she’s saying it in an offhand way suggesting she trusts me.
“You don’t need to worry about it,” I say hurriedly.
Finley nervously bites her lip.
I want her to know I’m always here for her. “Do you… want to tell me more? About your medication.”
“Not today.” She reaches for me, and I take her hands in mine. “I don’t want to stop.”
“Okay. I’m here whenever you do want to talk.”
“I know.”
My hand traces her cheek. “I’m not coming unless you are, Finley. And for the record, if I don’t, it’s okay. We can watch a movie, and this night will be everything I want. Because I’m with you.” I kneel in front of her. “Tell me what you need.”
Her eyes flutter shut. “Zach, I don’t want to waste your time.”
“As if a night between your legs isn’t the best way to spend my time.”
Her eyes open to meet mine, and my stomach explodes with feelings.
“Fuck,” she groans, dragging her arm over her forehead. “Why do you have to be so—”
“Annoyingly persistent?”
“Fucking hot.”
Her admission stuns me. Finley Harris thinks of me the way I do her. I’m not sure how many times I’ll need confirmation of it. I manage to whisper, “Yeah?”
Her head bobs. “I can’t remember the last time I was this turned-on.”
I roll her leggings down until she’s left only in black lace. I trace my fingers up the inside of her thigh until I reach thelingerie, ease it down her legs, and discard it on the floor. Finley opens her legs wide, displaying impressive flexibility.
“I am not fucking worthy,” I mutter.
