I’m actively drooling over the man who is systematically dismantling my life’s operating system. This is fine. Totally fine.
‘And what do you think?’ I hate that I ask.
‘Last night wasn’t for the headlines and neither is this morning.’ He sets his mug down and comes closer. His eyes are impossibly blue in the pale morning light. ‘What I think is that we are whatever we want to be.’
‘I’m not sure I’m ready for a full-on relationship, Finn. I’m not in the right place, mentally.’
‘I get it. But in another way, you are in the right place. You’re here with me.’ He steps behind me and digs his fingers into my hair, finding the worn-out scrunchie. He tugs it out and my mane tumbles over my shoulders. ‘Better.’
‘I have to admit, I do enjoy spending time with you.’ The words tumble out before I can analyse them to death.
‘Same.’ His breath tickles my ear.
‘So what the hell does that make us?’ I lean back against his chest.
His lips map the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder, sending currents skittering all over. ‘It means we’ll keep doing what we’re doing, follow the plan until the last game of the season and see where we stand.’
I reach back, finding the nape of his neck, and let my fingers play with the soft hair there. ‘A situationship?’
He trails his hand beneath my hoodie and up, cupping my breast with his callused palm. I’m dripping and pulsing, and he’s hardly even touched me. This has never happened before.
‘Naw, this feels better. More exclusive.’ One pinch, just shy of pain, and my nipple beads hard against his fingers. ‘More like a Theofinnship.’
‘That’s not a real word.’ I have to keep myself from panting.
‘It is now.’ He grazes my earlobe with his lips. ‘I just invented it.’
I rock back and feel him, hard and impatient.
‘Tell me…’ He kisses the pulse point below my ear. ‘Does that sound good, List Girl? Or do you need a full risk assessment before we proceed?’
Slowly, he runs his other palm up my thigh. The heat of it sinks into my skin. He’s still behind me, hips aligned to mine.
‘Okay, no. I’m good. This is good. So good.’ The words rush out too fast and too honest.
I feel his smile as his touch climbs, stealing every thought except yes, there, more. When his hand presses on my mound, it’s more than skin on skin. It’s him saying, ‘Feel that? That’s where you’re mine.’ And god, I do. Every heartbeat throbs against his hand, begging.
‘Sore?’ The first pass of his fingers is gentle. ‘Tell me if it’s too much. But don’t lie. I’ll know.’
I suck in a breath, eyes snapping shut.
‘Knew you’d do that, close your eyes like it’ll hide how much you like my hands on you. Too bad I felt you lift into my touch.’
He presses a single finger to my clit and spins the lightest circle.
My knees almost give. ‘Oh…’
‘Mm.’ He hums like he’s pleased. ‘Nice?’
‘V-very.’
His thumb finds a slow rhythm right on the spot that’s been aching since he first kissed me good morning with nothing but his eyes.
‘More?’
My hips surge forward, control be damned, chasing whatever he’s about to give me.
‘I’ll take that as a yes.’
