Heat spread through me.
Gods this woman.
I’d never felt anything quite so volatile before.
3
BREE
I shouldn’t be doing this. I knew it in the core of my being.
But another part of that same core told my sensible side to shut the fuck up and enjoy every second of Finn’s lips on mine.
He knew how to kiss.
That became apparent when he palmed the back of my head, anchoring me in place and sliding his tongue into my mouth.
I melted into him, my body turning into lava as heat pooled in my belly. Whatever tomorrow brought, I didn’t care.
After the day I’d had, I deserved this one moment of feeling all the good the world had to offer.
And the fact that it came in the form of a hot firefighter, well that was just icing on the cake.
I gripped his suspenders, more for my own balance than anything, and rubbed my hips back and forth across his.
A low groan worked up from the back of his throat.
He tasted like fire and lemon, a dangerous combination that excited me in ways I couldn’t comprehend.
I reached past him, closing and locking the door.
Finn followed me, pressing my back into the door and grinding his erection into my belly.
“Finn.” I whispered his name when he broke off the kiss.
His forehead rested against mine, both of us struggling to catch our breath.
He ran his knuckles down my cheek, and I pressed my lips to the point of his chin, then nipped the skin along his neck.
“Fuck, Bree.”
“Yes.” I locked my arms around his waist. “Fuck me, Finn.”
Who he was to Mom ceased to matter. I didn’t care that I’d met him as a kid or that tomorrow I’d face more impossible decisions.
All that mattered was right here, right now.
All I wanted was to let go with this gorgeous, playful man I’d connected with in a way I’d never experienced in Boston.
His lips claimed mine in another fiery kiss. He broke it off an instant later. “Bedroom?”
“This way.” I led him down the short hallway to the room I’d claimed. Thankfully Nana had updated it since the last time I slept here, turning it into a casual guest room with a queen sized bed with a flowered blanket.
I sat on the foot of the bed with Finn’s suspenders in my grip.
I pulled him down on top of me, and he slotted a knee between my legs like it belonged there.
I ground my pelvis over his knee, reveling in the pressure. “I want you, Finn.”
