Page 100 of Can't Help Falling

Cocking her head to one side, Fin regarded him. “Maybe we should sleep together before we decide what this really is.”

Tyler stilled, his hand on her knee, his brow furrowed. “Fin.” He paused for a second, seemingly needing to gather his thoughts. “Are you asking me to audition?”

She burst out laughing. “No? Yes? Kind of? Sexual chemistry is important, Ty. What if we tell Kylie, and then realize that this whole thing is a big fat nothing? Not worth it.”

“Fin, you literally shock me every time we kiss. You think this thing is going to fizzle when we get naked together?”

She paused. “I’m not saying—What are you doing?”

He’d stood up and was yanking buttons on his shirt, untangling his belt from the waist of his slacks, tossing it aside. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

“You’re getting naked.”

He bent down and divested himself of one sock and then the other. She knew how much he meant business because one of them flew over one shoulder and the other across the room.

“I’m pretty sure I’ve been offered the chance to get naked and show you how I feel. So, I’m freaking taking it.”

His shirt agape, barefoot, Tyler leaned down and then Fin was wrapped around him again and lifted into the air. “Ty!”

“No?” he asked, pulled his face from the crook of her neck, his eyes clear and calm.

She grinned. “Yes.”

He strode forward into her room, his mouth pressed against hers, his tongue doing this slow slide that made her lose the feeling in her legs. She was snaked around his body, his hands leaving a permanent imprint on her ass.

His shoulder knocked against the doorjamb and then her back was pressed, rather too firmly, into her dresser. He whirled around, and his shin banged the chaise longue.

“How is your room even put together?” he asked, panting, as he yanked his mouth from hers. “It’s a freaking corn maze in here!”

She couldn’t help but laugh and then even harder when he turned them sideways again and banged his elbow into her dresser, making all the jewelry tremble on the jewelry trees.

“There.” She pointed over her shoulder.

“The bed,” he sighed. “Safety.”

He launched them sideways and they landed in a heap. But it wasn’t quite the proffered safety he’d hoped for because her leg got caught in his leg and her knee jammed hard into his thigh, dangerously close to the goods.

He grunted, shot her a glare and pushed her knee away. He rolled to his back with a laugh. “Holy crap, that was close.”

Her heart galloping, turned backward and upside down in this new position it called home, she crouched over him, eyes wide. She was torn between laughing and begging for forgiveness. Fin opened her mouth to apologize but found herself already tugged over top of him again, their mouths clashing and opening, those lazy, half-open eyes of his just doing things to her. She twisted herself on top of him, pushing against his hardness at her belly, wanting more more more of everything.

“More,” she told him, feeling suddenly like it was the only word in her vocabulary. And what a useful word it was, covering such a wide manner of sins. More skin. More tongue. More bed-creaking grinding. More moaning into his mouth. More. Of. Everything.

His hands were tight on her back, pinning her down to him, twisted in her clothing. She had to push back hard against his grip to sit up. Once she was there, she grinned down at him. He looked wrecked, and she liked it. The most disheveled she’d ever seen him.

She reached down and yanked her tunic off over her head, tossed it aside.

“Holy mother Bethlehem,” he groaned, his eyes as wide as daisies as he looked for the first time at her chest, naked except for a bra. “I didn’t know. You always wear such loose clothes. But fuck. I—had no fucking—”

He stopped talking and sat up, his hands automatically tracing the hourglass of her hips and his eyes bottoming out on her breasts.

Okay. So apparently he was a boob guy. Which she’d never really known because of her clothing choices. He dropped his forehead against her breastbone and, for just a moment, pushed his whole face into her cleavage.

She couldn’t help but laugh.

“Okay, so you’re really a boob guy.”

“You have no idea.”

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