Page 79 of The Complication with the Best Man

“You don’t have to do that. It’s not a big deal.” I spin the pen on my desk in circles. Anything to get rid of this pent-up sexual frustration that’s coursing through my body.

“Come on, Harp, I’ve seen the way you’ve been acting since he’s been gone. I think you guys have some things to figure out.”

I frown, though she can’t see me. “How have I been acting?”

“Like a puppy waiting for its owner to come home.”

“Seriously?” I say with annoyance.

“It’s not a bad thing. In fact, I think it’s awesome. Finn is a great guy, and if you two can make a go of it, that’s amazing for your child. I’ll spend a few days at my parents’ place, and then we can talk about where you’re at, see what it means for me.”

Guilt slides down my shoulder like bird poop. “I feel bad.”

“Don’t. We knew when I moved in that it wasn’t a forever situation. I’ll figure it out.”

“Okay, well thanks. You’re the best.”

“Don’t mention it. Have fun tonight.” She singsongs the last part, and I laugh.

“Talk to you later.”

After I hang up, I flop back into my chair. With every minute that ticks by, I get more turned on by the possibilities of what might happen when I see Finn again and also more nervous.

What if he pretends the things we said over text never happened? What if with every mile he drives closer to town, he second-guesses the way we were over text and decides it would be better not to take the risk?

My phone buzzes with a text on my desk, and I pick it up. It’s from Finn. I straighten up in my chair and read his message.

I’m home. Where are you?

At the office. Leaving now.

I quickly pack up my things, lock my office, and walk to my car.

My fingers tap on the steering wheel with anxious energy the entire drive over. This is it. This is where things will either shift between Finn and me, or where he’ll ignore our text messages, and we will forever remain friends and coparents but nothing more.

I hold my breath as I pull into the driveway and walk on numb legs toward the front door. With my hand on the doorknob, I take a deep breath and step inside. Disappointment floods me that he’s not there waiting for me. I drop my purse at the front door and hang my coat on the hook, stepping farther into the house.

When I reach the bottom of the stairway, the bathroom door at the top of the stairs opens, and Finn walks out wearing only a towel. He stills when he sees me, and the way he looks at me with such hunger in his gaze leaves no room for doubt as to whether he’s going to acknowledge all the things we implied with our texting.

“I wanted to be downstairs to greet you, but I wanted to have a quick shower first. Get the grime from driving off of me.”

He must not have been shaving on his cross-country trip, as he has a short beard now. I like it. It makes him look more mature, more manly, and like a protector, which I wouldn’t have thought I was into, but apparently, I am.

I don’t say anything as I make my way up the stairs. Finn’s eyes devour me, and I do the same to him, taking in his dripping hair, the muscles and the tattoos across his chest and arms, the way he licks his lips as I get closer.

Once I’m at the top, he tugs me into him. My hands splay on the damp, warm skin of his pecs.

“Are we doing this?” he asks, his gaze intense, asking me one last time.

I don’t hesitate. “Yes.”

His lips are on mine the next second, and I moan into our kiss. Finn’s hands thread through my hair, and my fingertips dig into the skin on his chest when our tongues meet. He directs the kiss, using the hands in my hair to tilt my head exactly where he wants it.

The fresh, outdoorsy scent of Finn’s body wash surrounds me, and I press myself into him, desperate for friction on my heavy breasts.

One hand leaves my hair and travels down my back until he cups my ass. I swallow down his groan when he squeezes, then his hand travels around to the front, cradling my small bump.

He pulls away and looks down between us. “Your stomach really popped when I was gone.”

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