My core tightens in anticipation. “Do you?”
“I’ve wanted to leave since we got here.”
“You’ve been patient, then.”
He blows a chuckle across my collarbone. “You could say that.”
“Think anyone will notice?”
“Yes. But I don’t care.”
His lips take mine, hard and desperate. I close my eyes and tug on his hair, feeding the spark of desire in my core until it roars, burning brighter. The heat is distracting, and I rub my thighs together to try and ease the sting.
Finn drops a hand to my ass and squeezes before rubbing his palm in slow, wide circles. “Let’s go.”
I give him a tug and lead the way.
32
“Do you want anything to drink?”Aubrey asks softly.
I linger at the end of the island and watch her move around the kitchen. My hands are in my pockets, buried as deep as they go so I don’t use them to bend her over the counter.
“No.”
“I do,” she mutters.
Without looking at me, she snags a half-empty bottle of wine from the fridge and pulls away the cling wrap she put over the top. My lips twitch when she lifts it to her lips and starts drinking it straight from the bottle. Her throat moves with deep swallows, each one heavier than the last.
“What are you thinking about?”
She releases the bottle with a soft pop and licks her shiny lips. “You’ll need to be more specific.”
“Alright.” I pull my tense fingers from my pockets and lower them to the island, holding the waterfall edge. “You’re nervous.”
“You’re not?” She calls my bluff.
“I didn’t say that.”
“Don’t talk in riddles, Finn.”
My elbows straighten when I lean forward and spread my arms. “We don’t need to do this. If you’re not ready, I’ll sleep onthe couch. Or I can go home. Make whichever call you need to, Bree.”
“You think I don’t want to do this?”
I eye the empty bottle of wine. “I’m making a guess based on the evidence in front of me. You look terrified.”
“I’m not terrified,” she says with a heavy laugh.
Head shaking, she discards the bottle on the countertop and pulls her hair back. She’s pink from her chest to her ears, and I’m curious where else she’s blushing. Those skin-tight leather pants hide so, so much of her from me. I want to cut them off with the bedazzled scissors in the knife block behind her.
“Then tell me how you’re feeling,” I encourage before clearing my throat, hearing how rough I sound.
“We’ve known each other for two decades, Finn,” she starts, voice dipping. I stare at her fingers when they move to the hem of her sheer top and start inching it up her stomach. “How is it that you can’t tell when I’m horny?”
My cock throbs against my zipper, straining in my briefs. “You are?”
“How can you not notice?”
