A mischievous smile tugs at Drew’s lips. “You do.”
“I love dessert.” Finn walks into the house like he owns it. He did practically grow up here with Tom, after all.
“I’m really sorry. I’ll get rid of him,” I say softly to Drew.
He leans down close enough that his words caress my lips when he says, “It’s okay, princess. We have time.”
He follows Finn and I blow out a breath. This is not how I wanted this night to go.
Finn sits across from Drew. “Where are the folks and the hellion?”
My cheeks flare hot. “Out.”
I’m not about to tell one of these assholes that my parents and little sister are overseas for the next month. Tom knew, which is probably why he told me to go to his best friends, but they definitely would intrude on what I’m planning to do.
I duck into the kitchen and sigh, remembering Drew’s hands and lips on me. I’m guessing that’s the end of that for the night, even though I ache and will until I’m alone later in my room.
I grab an extra plate and fork and take them into the dining room.
“My family owns Taranis.” Drew glances at me when I enter.
Forcing a smile, I pass out the plates and return to the kitchen to grab the cake I made.
When I return, Finn’s eyes widen.
“Perfect timing.” He rubs his flat stomach. “Sara makes the best desserts. Have you tasted her desserts yet, Drew?”
The innuendo makes me blush fiercely.
“We hadn’t gotten to that part of the evening yet.” Drew smirks and I feel the heat in my cheeks.
“Hmm.” Finn’s nonresponse makes me glance at him. His green eyes meet mine from under a raised eyebrow like he’s asking me, This guy?
Well, fuck him. This guy is actually the only guy outside those three that makes me feel anything. So yeah, this guy.
“Where’s Peabody?” Finn glances around looking for our Pomeranian furball.
“Who’s Peabody?” Drew catches my gaze and I sigh.
“Our dog, who is at the vet and will be home tomorrow.” I serve the cake and Finn digs in like he hasn’t eaten in years. I pick at it because all my best-laid plans are falling apart.
Finn asks Drew some more questions, keeping up the standard I’m a rich guy, are you a rich guy dialogue. Drew’s phone buzzes and he glances down at the screen.
“Your cake is divine, princess. I need to head out.” He holds up his phone as an excuse, and I can’t help wondering if that excuse is another woman who doesn’t have a Finn to deal with.
“Okay.” I’m not the kind of woman to get jealous or demand anything from someone who I’ve kissed twice. Though I was definitely hoping for more tonight.
“Good meeting you, Drew.” Finn relaxes back in the chair like he’s got nowhere he’d rather be. Swallowing, I just hope he isn’t planning to wait until my parents get home.
Drew holds out his hand to me. When I take it, he draws me into the foyer with him, away from Finn. “I’d hoped our evening would end differently.”
He curls a hand around the back of my neck and glances toward the dining room before lowering his mouth to hover over mine. My breath catches, waiting to see if he’s going to give me another kiss. My heart skips.
“Good night, princess.” He claims my lips in a soul-searing kiss that ramps that fire back up inside me. He whispers against them, “I want to see you again, Sara. I want to see all of you soon.”
My eyes meet his and the heat in his makes me whimper in need. He kisses me again before leaving. Fuck.
I lock the door behind him and turn to glare at my dining room where Finn still sits. I draw in a breath and walk in. He’s where I left him, lounging in the chair with his dark, artfully tousled hair.
