Page 26 of Shattered Hearts
He put his tongue in my mouth today. I don’t know what the hell else he’s capable of. But still, I’m thankful for his cooperation as I do the limo gymnastics necessary to get into my pants.
Once I’m right side up, I start to reach for my shirt. “Almost done?—”
The limo hits a massive pothole, throwing me off balance and sending me sprawling straight into Finn’s lap. He grabs me right as one of my hands lands on his chest and the other on his thigh. His very hot, tight, and muscular thigh. Only inches away from the bulge in his pants.
Finn’s now-open eyes widen with unmasked desire.
I’m exactly as naked as I feel, sprawled out over his lap in my white satin and lace bra and matching panties. Lust curls through me, like ink in water. My nerve endings launch into high alert. Again.
Vulnerability and mortification set my face on fire.
Something trembles in the space between our mouths, unstable and alive. Like a mutant strain of an airborne virus… My eyes trace his scar down to his lips and back up to his eyes.
My brain can’t be trusted to do anything in its current state. Not when I can feel his beard rasping against my own chin.
Temptation thunders inside me. I shouldn’t plant another kiss on him. No, I’m in enough hot water. But I still consider it for four tenths of a second. One last kiss for the road would be a hell of a gift to my younger self, who wouldfaintif she saw me now, half naked and basically in Finn’s lap.
Finn’s chest twitches beneath my palm.Is that his…nipple hardening beneath my fingers?I swallow. And speaking of hardening, I have a morbid urge to glance down between his thick thighs. It is absolutelywildto have one of my hands this close to his dick, especially given what happened earlier during that kiss. My eyes drift south but get stuck on his open lips.
Tingles erupt when I realize Finn’s checking me out with the same intensity. His gaze roves over my naked top half. I’m terrified and insecure, but I also don’t want to move away from him. Somehow, the prospect of his rejection’s not as scary as removing myself from this moment.
Having Finn regard me like this, after years of being beneath his notice… It’s like a rich, sweet, heady wine I want to guzzle blissfully until drunk.
What is wrong with me?
Somehow, his gravely, unfriendly voice comes off as unfairly sexy. “Unless fucking me in this limo is part of the act, I suggest you finish changing your clothes.” His rough words and brooding eyes hypnotize me.
I blink, wondering if he’s saying he’ll fuck me in here if I don’t move…
No, no, no. The lust translation feature in my brain has shunted on again. No way he’s serious. He’s just upset that this is happening.
“Well?” This time, his gruff rasp hints that he’s finding speech challenging right now. “What’s it going to be?”
I swallow back my desire. “I’m waiting for you to close your eyes.”
Finn lifts his chin ever so slightly, almost like he’s going to lean into me again or…like he wants me to?—
I beat the lust back with a stick, while he lowers his eyelids again. “Sorry,” I mumble, sitting back on the seat perpendicular to his.
I hurry into my shirt and snatch my blazer off the floor just as the limo slows to a stop. At first I think we’ve reached a light, but then I recognize my neighborhood beyond the windows.
“Pick me up here tomorrow?”
All I want to do is get out of this damn limo. I’m so ashamed of myself, I can’t even face him.
Without waiting for his reply, I duck toward the door, but his hand cuffs around my wrist, forcing me to look at him.
Time stills when his other hand slips into the front pocket of my pants. My breathing hitches as confusion and lust battle for the upper hand.
He tracks my reaction with an amused smirk. “Phone.”
Embarrassment rushes to my cheeks when he extracts my cell phone and navigates to my text messages. He types in what must be his phone number and sends a message to himself containing my name before releasing my wrist.
As I take my phone from him and disembark into the hazy twilight of Chinatown, a single thought dominates my mind.
I’m so incredibly screwed.
Chapter 8