All at once it was not enough and too much, an electric sizzle in every nerve that had me ready to explode. Too much, pushing me to the brink of the highest cliff.
“Come for me. Just do it.” He held my gaze.
I came. Hard. Spectacularly. In a way that robbed me of both breath and words. That totally overwhelmed my senses as I flew high above us.
Ulysses thrust twice more before holding himself still. He came inside me.
This is going to change me. Change us.
Hopefully for the better.
But I just didn’t know.
Chapter Nineteen
Ulysses
“So, what are your intentions toward our Finnegan?” Giancarlo eyed me across the firehouse kitchen table. With a sparkle in his eyes.
“I intend—”How the fuck am I supposed to answer this?“He deserves to be treated well, and I plan to do exactly that.”
The fireman gave me the once-over. “I think you might be good for him. God knows, he deserves someone special. Too long playing the field, if you know what I mean.”
“I do.” Probably because I was guilty of much the same thing. Before Finn, I’d never met someone who made me consider removing myself from the, uh, game. “I appreciate you letting me in.”
“Chief’s not here, and you said you had a few questions about our gear?”
“Yeah. If you can take me through what happens after a call comes in, that would be amazing.”
“Sure. Finn should be here soon.” He eyed me.
“I don’t want to be seen as having favorites. Now, apparently there have been more calls than usual.”
That derailed him sufficiently that, along with the questions I peppered him with, I was able to keep him occupied for a full forty minutes before Finn showed up.
When my ginger fireman arrived, he didn’t appear pleased to see me—given the furrow in his brow. “Can I talk to you?”
Giancarlo’s gaze shot between the two of us. He held up his hands. “I’m innocent.” With that, he headed toward the kitchen.
Finn gestured for me to follow him out of the station house.
Once we were outside, he rounded on me. “Stop poking around my station. I’m getting to know how you operate. You think there’s something hinky going on. I’m telling you—there’s nothing wrong with my team. Keep your nose out.”
I held his gaze. “If there’s nothing wrong with your team, then there shouldn’t be an issue with me asking innocent questions.”
He snorted. “Nothing is innocent with you. You’re a disaster waiting to happen. I just can’t figure you out.”
“There’s nothing to figure out, Finn. I am exactly as I seem. Now, can you point me to the bathroom?”
He rolled his eyes. “Now Iknowyou’re up to something. Care to share?”
“Nope. I’ve just got to take a leak. Literally that simple.”
“Nothing isthat simple. Nothing is literal with you either. You’ve always got an ulterior motive. The problem is I just can’t figure out what it is.” He scrunched his nose. “And you’re not as you seem. You’re keeping secrets from me.”
I leaned closer. “Finn, there’s nothing between us. Literally or figuratively.”
A blush stole across his cheeks.
