“So,” I say, trying to break the silence that’s settled between us, “what now? You’re not just going to walk me home and disappear into the night, are you?”
Finn grins, glancing down at me with that spark in his eye.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he says, giving my hand a playful tug. “I’m more of a ‘make you feel like you’ve had the best night ever’ kind of guy.”
I laugh, the sound light and easy. “Well, I’ll give you credit, you’re doing a damn good job so far.”
Finn shrugs casually, the corner of his mouth quirking upward. “I aim to please.”
My heart is pounding in my throat, but the words spill out of my mouth regardless. “Here’s the cabin I’m staying at. Would you like to come inside?”
Finn just looks at me, his smile softening, something a little more serious flashing in his eyes.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
Then, without another word, Finn steps closer, his hand sliding to the back of my neck, and he pulls me into him. His lips crash against mine, hot and demanding, like he's been waiting for this moment all night.
His kiss is a claim, as if he’s telling me, without saying a word, that I’m his for the taking.
His lips move against mine with a fierce intensity, his hands tightening around me, pulling me in closer, making me feel the heat of him down to my bones.
I forget where I am, forget the world around us. The night, the cabin, they all slip away, drowned out by the sensation ofhis mouth on mine, the way he presses me into him. He can’t get enough. His lips are urgent, sure, but there's an undeniable tenderness there too.
I melt into him, my hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the thrum of his heart beneath his shirt. I pull him closer, needing more of the kiss, needing more of him. My breath catches as his tongue slides against mine, deep and demanding, and my body responds to him.
It's been waiting for this, waiting for him.
His scent—whiskey and spice—fills my senses, intoxicating me even more.
For a few heartbeats, everything else disappears. The kiss is so consuming, so raw, that I can’t think of anything except him. He’s a whirlwind, a storm, and I’m lost in it. His hands move to my waist, holding me so tightly that I might break apart if he lets go.
When we finally pull apart, breathless and tangled, his lips are still so close, grazing mine with every exhale. I can’t stop myself from smiling, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. His grin mirrors mine, slow and satisfied.
“Guess you really do know how to make a night unforgettable,” he murmurs huskily, his breath warm against my lips.
And I swear, I feel a shiver run through me at the sound of it.
I don’t have words, just the feeling of his kiss still burning on my lips and the undeniable truth that I want more.
As we walk toward the door, there’s a sudden sense that we’re not alone. I glance over my shoulder, the feeling of being watched sending a tremor through me.
“Is something wrong?” Finn asks.
“I… I don’t know. It feels a bit like someone is watching.”
“Oh, that’s a small-town thing,” he says with a shrug. “Everyone knows your business before you do here. Nothing to worry about.”
I nod, but the uneasy feeling remains. Still, I trust him. I trust that he knows what he’s talking about, and I let the moment pass.
As we reach the door, the key rattles in my hand, my fingers a little unsteady. Finn's thumb traces the blue vein along my inner wrist, and a shiver runs up my spine.
I can hardly contain myself.
He follows me through the doorway, his shoulder brushing the frame, the scent of him trailing behind. My pulse quickens as I close the door, the soft click of the lock feeling strangely final.
Finn's eyes catch mine, dark with intent, and then his hand is at the back of my neck, pulling me closer once more. I don’t even think. My fingers instinctively find his collar, the fabric warm from his skin, and I tug him in. We crash together, my back hitting the wall, his lips finding mine in an instant.
His mouth tastes of whiskey and mint. It’s rich and intoxicating. He’s relentless, deepening the kiss, his body pressing harder into mine. I melt into him, my hands slipping into his hair, my hips arching into his.
