Page 23 of Partners In Evil
“I am.” Emma looks up at me, those blue eyes sparkling in the waning starlight. “I had a lot of fun today. I need it, too. A lot. So…thank you, Finn.”
“You’re very welcome.” I should be thanking her. Her energy and humor is what made this truly special.
Emma laughs as she leans into my side. Exhaustion is taking her. Good thing we’re close to her home.
“I like this side of you,” she says quietly.
It takes me a moment to understand what she means. But once I do, the compliment sticks to me like honey on a spoon. “Me too. I miss feeling like this.”
Emma hums to herself. “I hope this Finn can stick around a little while longer.”
“Well, I don’t see why not.”
Emma slips her hand into mine, threading our fingers together. She rubs her thumb into the palm of my hand. We spent the last few hours practically grinding on each other but this small act feels like the most intimate moment I’ve ever experienced in my life. Nothing shared between Raven and I could ever compare.
We’ve almost reached her home now. Emma grips me tighter, and I can feel she wants this moment to last just as much as I do.
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EMMA
Maybe it’s hearing Finn’s admission, or maybe it’s adrenaline from the great night I’ve had, but I don’t want to say goodbye yet.
“Would you like to come in?” I ask Finn softly.
“Yes,” he says, just as quietly. “I’d really like that.”
I unlock the door and lead him inside. I appreciate that Finn closes the door behind him; somehow, that simple gesture makes me feel more protected than I have in a long time.
“Would you like something to drink?” I ask.
Finn shakes his head. “No, thank you.”
“Something to eat?”
He shakes his head again, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “No, thank you.”
I take a step closer to him. “Is there anything I can get you?”
He steps closer to me, too. “Yes.”
Finn puts his hands on my shoulders and leans down, then kisses me.
It’s the best kiss of my life—tender and passionate all at once, his warm lips pressing against mine, his strong hands caressing my shoulders before they move into my hair. I eagerly respond, putting my hands on his back to keep him close. I can feel the muscles of his back under his soft shirt.
Finn moans softly as we pull apart. “Emma,” he says huskily. “Do you know how much I want you?”
I gently press my body against his and feel his hardness. “I have an idea,” I say, smiling.
Finn smiles, too. “Yeah, I guess I’m not hiding it well.”
“You don’t have to hide anything,” I say. “Not with me.”
“You don’t know how much it means to hear you say that,” Finn says.
“I mean it.” I take his hand in mine and lead him down the hall, into my bedroom. I’m glad I made my bed this morning, which I don’t always do; glad that I opened the curtains all the way, because now my room is bathed in a soft glow from the streetlights outside.
It’s enough light that I can see the desire in Finn’s eyes as he stares at me, a desire that only intensifies when I pull my shirt over my head and drop it to the floor. “Your turn,” I tell him.