Of course he doesn’t.
Taking a healthy step back, Finn shakes his head, a chuckle rumbling from his chest. “Shit, guess I shouldn’t have had that last drink,” he muses. “Can’t even walk straight.”
The excuse is like a bucket of ice-cold water dumped over my head. I can do nothing more than breathe out a laugh, and it sounds forced even to my own ears. Avoiding my gaze, Finn steps around me, leaving me standing there in the living room, unable to process what the hell just happened.
After he drops his glass off in the kitchen and hurries down the hall to his room, I make quick work of disposing of my empty beer bottles before I head to my room too.
It’s not until I’m undressed and underneath the covers that my annoyance hits me. Annoyance from the fact that Finn just tried to blame whatever the hell that was on the alcohol. And the worst part of it all is, I’m not even sure who he was trying to gaslight out there; me or him, because there wasclearlya moment ofsomethingbetween us, and I know I’m not the only one who felt it. I could see it all over his face. And I refuse to believe it was simply from having one too many drinks.
Whether he’ll ever admit it, he thought about kissing me tonight.
Finn Moore, my sister’s boyfriend and my boss, thought about kissing me.
Holy fuck.
Chapter 12
Finn
My truck comes to a stop in front of Violet’s house, and I jump out and stride up to the front door, bringing my fist up to knock. All day, it’s felt like I was crawling out of my skin. Like my heart couldn’t settle down long enough for me to take a deep breath. My mind’s been spinning since the minute my eyes opened this morning, and I know what I need to fix it.
The door is pulled open, and Violet stands on the other side, a smile curling her lips as she takes me in. Her eyes, that are, in fact, just green unlike her brother’s, are surrounded by thick, long lashes, and her full lips are painted with a shimmery pink chapstick or lipstick or whatever the hell it is that she wears.
Stepping to the side to let me in, she says, “Wasn’t expecting to see you tonight, handsome.”
Her hair cascades down her back in loose curls, her makeup is done, and she’s in a short, pink-and-white flowery dress that would usually do it for me. I drag my gaze up and down her body,searching for the fire, waiting for the fast beating to my heart, the electric feel of the air conditioning as it fans across my skin.
But it’s not fucking there.
I feel like I’m losing my mind.
“Just needed to see you,” I murmur, placing my hand on her hip and pulling her into me. It’s not a lie. Not really. “Is that okay with you, darlin’?”
Violet giggles, the sound soft and feminine. “Well, of course it’s okay, baby. I’m surprised to see you is all. It’s not our usual day.”
She’s right, it’s not. Typically, I only come over on Tuesday nights because those are the nights my father takes Tucker to the movie theater in town for dollar movie nights.
Today is Sunday.
It’s a day of rest. The Lord’s day. It’s a day that I should be home, spending time with my son before the workweek begins. Except I can’t because all I’ve thought about all goddamn day is that moment last night with Ash where… Fuck! I don’t even know what almost happened, but it’s confusing, and I’ve been a fucking mess because of it. Hence why I made up some dumb excuse about having to run to town, and asked him to watch Tucker for a few hours, even though Tuck was already in bed.
I haven’t been able to look at him all day.
So, I’m a fucking coward too.
Bringing my other hand up to cup her cheek, I dip my head down and brush my lips against hers. They’re pillow soft and pliant as I part them with my tongue, slipping it inside of her mouth to taste and explore. Her body is supple and warm against mine as she relaxes into me, her hands coming up to fist my t-shirt as she tilts her head, letting me deepen the kiss.
This is what I need.
I need to taste and feel and breathe in my girlfriend. My beautiful, sweet, sexy girlfriend. My hand slides down, cuppingthe swell of her breast. She moans into my mouth as I squeeze gently, walking us backward until we reach the couch. Spinning us around, I sit down, bringing her onto my lap. Our lips break apart, and I use it as an opportunity to pull her dress down, exposing her large, round breasts to me. Her nipples are already hard and taut, and my blood heats as I take them in.
Feeling frenzied and on edge, I pull her body flush with me as I pop one of the pebbled buds into my mouth, sucking on it. Violet grinds on my lap, her head thrown back as she groans.
Yes. What I’m feeling is fervor. It’s a need to fuck my girlfriend. To sink into her warm, wet pussy.That’s what it is. Now that I think about it, it has been a couple of weeks since we last had sex. Whatever happened last night was a mix of too much bourbon and just a dry spell. It had nothing to do with Ash.
But suddenly, I can’t help but remember how decorated his nipples are. The little silver bars going through them, and what they might feel like on my tongue. How they’re such a rosy color, slightly darker than Violet’s. And the way his blue-green eyes watched me curiously last night after I nearly collided with him. The way the worddaddysounded coming from him as it was directed to me.
Why did that word send such a spark of heat down my spine?
