“Ummm.” She cleared her throat, cheeks warming. Busted. “You look different.”
He raised a brow. “Good different? Or bad different?”
“Most definitely good different. There’s more of you,” she added.
He laughed. “I would hope so. I’m ten years older, and I work out.”
“Yeah, there’s that, but all those muscles look good on you.”
Finn smirked.
Lainey grinned. She wrapped her arms around her middle. “I look different, too.”
The words slipped out before she could catch them. She didn’t mean to say that. Oh God. Could the floor open up and swallow her? Like right now.
Finn’s smile faded. He crossed the room slowly. When he reached her, his hand rested on her arm.
“Lainey.”
She tried to be casual. “It’s just … after Luke…” She shrugged. “I’m not…”
He didn’t let her finish but touched her cheek gently. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Then and now.”
Tears pricked at the back of her eyes. This was her Finn. The man who always made her feel cherished.
She reached for him before she chickened out. His mouth met hers in a kiss that was deep and reverent and full of everything she hadn’t said out loud. He cradled her against his body.
They stayed like that for a moment, just soaking in the memory.
Finally, she stepped away. Finn frowned and cocked his head.
Not giving him a chance to ask why, she reached out for his hand. He took it and laced their fingers together.
“Are you sure?”
“Oh, very.”
She led him upstairs to her bedroom, noticing she hadn’t made the bed yet. Not exactly the fantasy setup. But she didn’t care, not when he was looking at her like this.
She hesitated at the edge of the bed. Her hands trembled as she lifted the hem of her shirt.
Finn stopped her, covering her hands with his. “Let me.”
He undressed her slowly, touching every scar, every stretch mark, every inch of her body. He kissed the inside of her wrist,then each breast. “You made a life,” he whispered. “That’s not something to hide.”
Her chest tightened. No man had ever said that to her. Not that she had many men in her bed.
She tugged at his shirt. He helped her pull it over his head, revealing a chest and arms much broader than she remembered.
Lainey looked at him and nodded. “You really filled out.” Then she looked lower at his cock, which was pointed straight at her. “Oh, God. Did it get bigger too?”
Finn’s eyes got big. He swallowed a laugh but couldn’t hold it in.
“That’s not funny,” she said.
“Oh, Lainey. It’s not bigger.” His eyes were twinkling. “I mean, if I were bragging to someone, maybe I’d say yes, but the truth is”—he started laughing again—“it’s the same size.”
“Humph, it must have been dark in that motel room,” she replied cheekily.
