Finn Lennox loves me.
I need him. Now. Right here.
He draws back an inch. His eyes search mine. ‘You okay, darlin’?’
I nod. Then shake my head. ‘No. Yes. Fuck.’ My hands fist in the front of his hoodie. ‘Do you even know what you do to me?’
‘Theo…’
‘I’m serious. You walk into a room, and my brain abandons all logic. I can’t help myself.’
His lips part on a chuckle, but I’m not done.
‘And sure, it might set feminism back a century, but the fact that you’d go to jail for me? That does things to me I’m not proud of.’
I’m already moving before I know I’ve made the decision. Unbuckling my seatbelt, shifting up to climb over the centre console. It’s graceless and greedy. I nearly elbow him in the throat.
He catches me by the hips. ‘Jesus, Theo. What are you?—’
‘I love how you smell. I love your pink hair and your tattoos and your unicorn sleeping mask. I love how you look at me and that you drink my matcha.’
My knees sink either side of his thighs. I’m in his lap now, and I can feel exactly how this is affecting him.
‘I’ve never needed anyone the way I need you.’ I kiss the tip of his nose, his left cheek. ‘It’s infuriating. But it’s true.’
He exhales through his nose. ‘Say that again.’
‘I need you, Finn. So much that I’m dying without you.’ And then I take his face into my hands and kiss him again.
He groans, a low sound from deep in his chest, and suddenly we’re nothing but limbs and mouths and scraped-up emotion.
‘You want to fuck right here, baby? In this tiny car in a car park in February?’
‘What’s the saying again? Love finds a way?’ I mumble as I’m reaching into his joggers, pulling him free.
He hisses through his teeth as I wrap my fingers around his rigid length. ‘Dammit, Theo…’
The warmth of him fills my palm and touching him again feels like I’ve swallowed an electric shock. ‘I want you,’ I say, my nose brushing his. ‘All of you. Nothing between us.’
Finn’s breath skates harsh against my mouth. I’m trembling, actually trembling, and it’s not the cold. My skin’s burning, tight with need and desperation.
He freezes. One hand still fisted in my joggers, the other splayed low on my back. ‘Theo… Christ, darlin’, wait. You clean?’
‘Y-yes. You?’
‘Aye. Always tested, always bagged up.’ His voice is hoarse as he drags his lips down my neck, teeth grazing that spot that makes me sigh. ‘You on something?’
I nod, dragging my mouth across his cheek, tasting salt and heat and skin. ‘Pill.’
He growls. Growls. His head tips back, hits the seat with a dull thud. ‘You’re letting me in raw, Theo?’
‘Yes. Now. Or I’m going to scream so loud I’ll wake the whole of Edinburgh.’
That pulls a laugh from him. Broken and unbelieving. ‘Wee menace.’
He kisses me again, his teeth knock mine, our mouths sliding wet and open and frantic. Then he dives his hand between us, past the waistband of my joggers. Calluses catch, then glide. Two fingers pushing in with the same pressure as a blade sinking into softened butter, and he groans when I clench around him. The rough texture of his skin, the exact right friction has me choking out a moan. He curses softly, fingertips stroking gently once, twice, spreading me open, and every nerve in my body sings in response.
‘Fuck, Theo. This is how much you love me?’
