Page 35 of Enemy Kisses

He carefully rolls to the side, taking me with him, and brushes my sweaty curls away from my face. Kissing the tip of my nose, then my forehead, he tugs me in tight to his body, his hand running the length of my spine to cup my ass and raise my leg to rest on top of his.

I could stay wrapped up in him forever.

Finn doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to disengage, and I’m happy to stay exactly where I am. His warm hand glides up and down my back in soothing strokes as our heart rates and breathing return to normal.

With his lips a mere breath from mine, Finn whispers, “How are you feeling?”

I skim my eyes over his face, noting the worry in his eyes. “I lost a good friend today. And it may sound weird because she was over ninety, but she was probably one of my best friends.” He lovingly strokes my hair back from my face. “Losing her brought back painful memories of losing my grand-mère.” That stupid lump has found its way back into my throat and my eyes sting. I blink to stem the tears I know are waiting to fall, but as Finn looks at me with compassion, the dam breaks and they trail their way down the side of my face, into my hair, and across the bridge of my nose.

Finn wipes them away with a delicate swipe of his thumb. “I’m so sorry, Firecracker.” He holds me tighter to his warm body and I relish in the feel of being pressed against him. “If there’s anything I can do, please let me help.”

I nod against his soft lips as he presses them to my forehead. “Thank you. You’ve already helped so much.” We lay quietly in each other’s arms for a long time. Until our breathing slows and sleep claims us.

CHAPTER18

–finn–

Bzzzzz.Bzzzzz.

What the fuck is that?

I peel my eyes open to find my bedroom still dark. Harry stirs on my chest and I tighten my hold on her, drawing in a deep breath of her sweet scent. My heart broke for her last night when she told me about Beverley’s passing and the connection to her grandmother.

She hums against my chest. “I need to get up.” Raising her head, she looks at me. “Sorry I woke you. I need to get ready for work.”

I groan internally. I feel as though I just closed my eyes. I couldn’t get enough of Harry last night. Kissing her forehead, I release her so she can roll out of bed, and I follow close behind. She dresses silently as I pull on my boxers and jeans from last night. “I prefer to watch you taking your clothes off than putting them on.”

She huffs out a laugh and glances at me. “I could say the same for you.”

“Then let’s just take them off and climb back into bed. It’s still the middle of the night.”

“I’m sorry.” She steps closer to me, placing her hand over my heart. The heat of her palm sears my bare flesh and I cover her hand with mine to keep her in place. “I should have thought about my early start last night. You go back to bed. I can find my way home. If I don’t get moving, I’m going to be late and that’ll throw my entire morning schedule out.”

I plant a kiss on her tempting lips. “I’ll take you home to change, then I’ll take you to the café. Once I know you’re safely at work, I’ll come home and catch a couple of hours of sleep.”

“You’ve already done so much for me, you don’t—”

I press my finger to her mouth. “Don’t argue with me, Firecracker. It’s not negotiable. C’mon. Finish getting dressed and we’ll get moving.”

The car ride to Harry’s apartment building is silent. I think we’re both still waking up, well I knowI’mstill half asleep. This has to be the most ridiculous time of the day to be awake. I follow her upstairs and as I look around; I don’t like the lack of security here. Anyone could walk off the street and make their way to her front door, which appears flimsy at best. We step through the door and I’m in Harry’s space. I’m unsure what I was expecting. Maybe something more feminine. The small space is homey and welcoming, but not girly. Nothing matches, but it all seems to work.

“Take a seat. I won’t be long,” she throws over her shoulder as she disappears into what I’m assuming is her bedroom. The shower turns on, and I’m tempted to follow her in, but I know she doesn’t have time to linger and I don’t want a knee in the balls so I spend the time studying the numerous photos she has on display. Most of them feature her with an older woman I’m guessing is her grand-mère; one has her standing in front of her café with a broad smile and her arms stretched out wide, a selfie with Quentin and Judy inside the café, and there are a couple with her grand-mère and an elderly couple, who may be Beverley and Frank. What I notice most is the lack of photographs of her parents and having met them, I understand why that is.

The shower turns off and I peek into her bedroom. The bed’s a mess and there’s a pile of laundry on a dining chair in the corner. She steps out of the bathroom gloriously naked, and my dick wakes up and presses against the zipper of my jeans. She’s in such a hurry to get dressed she’s oblivious to my eyes tracing every inch of her silky flesh, her peaked nipples, the dip of her waist, and the curve of her ass.

I need to distract myself. “Do you have an overnight bag?”

She peers at me over her shoulder, her forehead adorably creased in confusion. “Huh?”

“An overnight bag. You know, so you can pack a few days’ worth of clothes. You’re staying with me.”

She spins on her heel to face me directly, panties on, tits exposed. Her hands land on her hips. “Why in the hell would I be staying with you when I have a perfectly good place here that’s close to the café?”

I can’t help it. I take the two long strides I need to be in her space. My chest brushes the tips of her nipples, and I groan. I want to spread her out on her messy bed and lick every single inch of her beautiful skin, paying special attention to the valley between her legs. I grip her waist and run my thumbs beneath her breasts. She sucks in a sharp breath, and I’m elated that I have such an effect on her. “If you were staying with me, we would have more time to do other things before you get ready for work.” I press the bulge trapped behind my zipper against her stomach.

Her eyes widen and her hands move to my hips, her fingers sliding through the belt loops, holding me to her. “Yeah,” she says breathily.

“Uh-huh.” I rub my nose alongside hers and drift across to her ear, where I lay a tender kiss. She shivers in response. “Pack a bag.”

---