Page 56 of Burn It Down
“Mmm…not exactly a first date chat, yeah? One time I came home from work, and I was beat. Had a few bad calls. I came home and you were already there, after I gave you my key. Dinner was cooking, and you looked so fucking good in my space. I just wanted to carry you to the couch and hold you.” Finn smiled at me warmly over the candles between us.
“I did, and you knew I was beat. You fed me, then you ran me a shower and waited for me in bed. It was one of the best fucking days, and I didn’t even need to fuck you. I wanted that every night after that. A few weeks later, Cage caught us, and I should have told him that. Because that’s why I want you, Gigi, nights like that.” At my chest, my heart seized, and I wondered if he could tell what those words meant to me.
“Not just locking my pussy up for only you to have?” Finn laughed, and I did too, but the moment was still heavy.
“Mmm, no. That goes without saying, though. I fucked around too long, too much. No other woman gets me as hot as you do, Sweetheart. You look at me, I see that fire in your sexy eyes, and I just about lose my God damn mind. If I thought I knew what I was doing, knew how good it could feel, I was wrong. The first time I was inside you I knew. You taste sweeter than anything I’ve ever had in my mouth.” Finn licked my thumb and I moaned, “Your sounds get me so hard it hurts, and coming while I’m buried deep inside you is like a hit of ecstasy mainlined to my fucking soul.”Well, shit.Finn did dirty and sweet one right after the other and I might not be able to take it.
“Have we decided on our entrée for the evening?” The waiter picked the worst possible moment to pop back up, and I glared at him.
“I know exactly what I want.” Finn shot me that sexy smirk and I squirmed.
We both ordered, and Finn got us some wine, the same my parents preferred. I loved that he was being so sweet. Mingling his talk of a future and dirty shit was making me starved. Not for the steak and lobster we had both ordered, either. Had I been wearing panties, they would be ruined. Finn leaned over the able to watch me in the dim light.
“What’s on your mind, beautiful?” I almost laughed because my reply was inappropriate. Answering“your cock”seemed wildly inapt.
“Hmm, just you. Us. This.” This was not a lie, but he smirked wider and leaned closer.
“Liar. I see your eyes going sexy green on me. Bet if I slid your panties aside, you’d be wet.” My thighs trembled as I looked away because, again, no panties and appropriate responses and all that.
“Tell me something. Something I don’t know about you.” As I watched, he lit up, and I was glad I'd held my tongue.
We talked about everything we had never talked about. At least, it felt like that. Over delicious steaks and succulent lobster, we behaved like a real couple. We told each other things we somehow didn't know about yet. Little things, big important things.
Finn told me about considering my parents the biggest influences in his life. About how often his brothers and sisters still reached out to him. That hurt, so I took his hand tightly in mine. Finn answered all my questions, then he asked his own.
I told him about why I loved Doctor Who. Then I told him about the chats Charli and I had at our lunches. Finn asked about my other classes and if I liked to travel. This got me excited, and Finn watched me with such softness as I rambled that my chest tightened.
“Go someplace with me, Sweetheart,” Finn spoke quietly over the chocolate lava cake he insisted we share, “I’ll take you anywhere you ever want to go. Let’s do it. Tonight. Tomorrow. Whenever you want. I want to see the world too. With you, Sweetheart.” I felt the words bubbling up. It was so perfect; I knew I could tell him.
“Anything else this evening?” Again, the waiter interrupted just as a pivotal moment was coming.
I loved him. So fucking much, I don’t know why I wasn’t screaming it. Wasn’t branding it across my fucking skin. I wanted to have that future with him and let him take me around the world. While I took photos and he made love to me until I forgot what country we were in.
“Look at me, Sweetheart.” Finn’s voice was hard but warm as he dismissed the waiter.
Seeing my emotions warring within me, he leaned over and kissed me. Careless of the hot chocolate cake between us and the dollops of vanilla ice cream.
Finn’s hands tangled in my hair and he angled us both over the table. His tongue was in my mouth, and I moaned loudly, not caring who heard. Who saw us. He lifted away, touching his forward to mine. Then I saw it. Saw the same emotions in his eyes that were struggling to burst forth from me. Excitement, lust, need, love. Love. Love.
Finn’s blue eyes were crystal clear with love, and for once, I didn’t need him to say the right thing. To tell me the words because I could see them plain as the thick beard on his beautiful face. Finn loved me, just like I loved him.
We weren’t golden yet. But we would be.
FINN
Dates were phenomenal. At least, dates with Gigi were. Having dinner and talking and laughing with her. Talking about the future a little and sharing shit I never made the time to share while I was fucking her into needing me.
It was like nothing else staring at my beautiful woman from across the table. Gigi ate and watched me with such emotion in her stunning eyes, I don’t know how I made it through the meal.
Dozens of times, I wanted to drag her to the coat check and bend her over. Make her scream so loud the entire place would hear me making her come. Or meet her back at the ladies’ room and watch us in the mirror as I fucked her.
More than once, I almost caved. Almost did one of those; both, if I had my way. Instead, I enjoyed her company and realized how fucking in love with her I was.
Had I thought I was before sharing tonight with her, and last night in the snow, I had been wrong. Just like I told her I had been wrong thinking I knew what fucking was like before her. I had no fucking clue. Nothing was as messy, sweet, complicated, and fucking perfect as having Gigi as mine.
“You excited for the show, Sweet Girl?” I slid my arm around her as we walked through the snow towards the running blazer. Valet was sweet.
“Mmm, I’m excited to be out with you. I don’t care what we do.” I knew she meant it, and that made my chest fill up with love.
