Her smile faded a little. “Right.”
“You can’t pay for your own birthday gift once it’s been given,” I continued. “I’ve been told it’s bad luck.”
My forehead wrinkled when she looked down at the ground. “Hey, are you okay? If you really want to know that bad, I’ll tell you. I just want it to be a gift.”
“No, it’s fine. It’s a perfect gift,” she whispered.
“Then, what’s wrong? Your mood changed.” I shook my head when she tried to smile. “Don’t do that. Not if you don’t mean it. You don’t have to force yourself to smile around me. I don’t need that to feel comfortable. Being around you, in any mood you’re in, makes me…comfortable. I asked because don’t youwant to be comfortable, too? You can be sad if that’s what you need.”
Naomi opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She stared at me in shock.
“What do you prefer, Naomi? Don’t smile,” I said. “Just…what do you prefer?”
Her eyes got misty, and I felt like a proper jackass.
“Shit,” I said. “I’m so sorry.”
She brushed away a few tears. “No, you didn’t do this.”
“I think I did.” I raked my hand through my hair, trying to think of something that’d make her feel better. Sure, I told her it was fine to be sad. And it was. I didn’t want to cause it, though.
“You didn’t, you didn’t.” Naomi shook out her hands. “It’s…the lock and your voice and my silly birthday.”
“What about it? I can try to fix it.”
She sucked in a breath and pointed at me. “And that. Especially that.”
I placed a hand on my chest. “What? That what?”
Naomi pressed her hands against her closed eyes. I massaged my neck as she scolded herself. As soon as she told me what I’d done, I’d draw up a plan within a few minutes. The execution might take longer, depending on the severity of the offense.
“I…I want to kiss you,” she blurted. “Like, a lot right now.”
My stomach dropped. Wasn’t expecting that.
She let out a whimper of embarrassment. “You asked me what I preferred, and that was my first thought. I’d prefer it if you pinned me against a wall and kiss me.”
I almost laughed because that’d been my dream for the past few weeks. Now that she voiced it, the fantasy felt more like a manifestation.
“What? Now you’re looking weird.” She held onto her stomach. “I made it weird. Damn it.”
“It’s not weird.”
“I’m weird. You don’t have to soften the blow. And don’t kiss me.”
I frowned, confused. “You don’t want me to kiss you anymore?”
“No, I do. I have. I will. For a very long time, Finn, I will want you to kiss me.”
“Good. That’s good.”
“Good?” She looked surprised. Before either of us could re-think another damn thought, I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her close. She braced her hands on my chest, gasping at my decision. Even after a long day, she smelled warm and felt soft. I brushed my nose across hers, soaking in being this close. Naomi’s breaths were heavy as I moved a hand down her cheek to her chin. Her mouth parted when my thumb brushed her bottom lip.
My cock was straining now. Fully ready and willing to please the girl who was clinging to me like it was second nature. I tilted her chin up to expose her neck. She obliged, trusting, as I pressed a kiss on her skin. I could feel the sweet moan she released from her throat, vibrating against my lips. I kissed her again to get another feel of heaven. God, if kissing her neck did this to me, how was I going to survive her pussy?
“Finn?” she whispered.
I hummed against her neck in response. She sighed at the feeling, obviously entranced with vibrations like I was.
