Page 11 of Hound Dog
Apparently, he felt it too.
I could tell by his very large, veryhardlength pressing against my pelvis.
Inhaling sharply, he pulled back, arm outstretched and pressing our bodies away from each other.
“Haylee,” he grunted. Even though his tone was strained, he still had that deliciously sweet and humorous edge to him. “You’re making it awfully damn hard to keep my promise about your virtue.”
I was panting like I’d just run a marathon and my words came out all breathy. “Screw virtue.” Let me get murdered with the rest of them.
Though I didn’t exactly mean that—it wasn’t like I was planning to get naked and lose my virginity with this guy on a picnic blanket—I did finallygetit. Why girls dropped their panties with certain guys. I mean, hell, if all guys kissed like Finn, I probably wouldn’t have remained a virgin for this long, either.
“Whoa. Don’t let Michael Meyers hear you say that.”
He rolled onto his back, looking up at the stars, and I leaned in, pressing a kiss to his neck.
“Haylee,” he grunted. “I’m trying really hard here—”
“So don’t try so hard,” I murmured, my lips still against his skin.
Turning his head to look at me, he gave an exacerbated laugh. “Let’s just look at the stars for a few minutes, okay? Give me some time to… catch my breath.”
Sure. Hisbreath.
“Then we can go back to kissing?” Keeping my eyes on him, I drew back and laid down once more, but this time made sure to snuggle even closer to him. Reaching out, he linked his hand in mine, twining our fingers together, and draped our locked hands on his stomach.
Even in the inky night, I could see his lips turn up into a smile. “If that’s what you want.”
Oh, that’s what I want.
9:56p.m.
Finn gaped at me. “You’ve seriously never seen a shooting star?”
I shook my head and pulled my kiss-swollen bottom lip between my teeth. We’d been making out, off and on, for the last thirty minutes.
And it was the best thirty minutes of my life. Not that I’d ever admit that to Finn.
I liked to think I was playing it cool. Then again, I did tear his polo shirt off his body and in my haste to throw it aside, I accidentally tossed it over the wall and off the roof. It landed below, spread across some overgrown weeds and shrubs several stories down.
It also backfired. Because now Finn was shirtless. Shirtless and pressed against me as we snuggled—him leaning back against the cool brick wall, his legs spread into a ‘v,’ and me between his legs, lying back against his chest.
The heat of his torso radiated against me. Each ridge of his abs tensed and released against the length of my back with every inhale and exhale he took as I pretended to stare at the stars.
“How long are you here for?” he asked.
“Five nights.”
I felt the light press of his chin to my shoulder, and his hot breath breezed over my sticky skin. With the sun fully set, cool humidity still blanketed us along with the moonlight.
“There’s a meteor shower on Sunday,” he said. “Your last night here. The sky will be littered with shooting stars.”
On a sigh, I exhaled a thoughtfulhm. “My mom always wanted to see the Aurora borealis.”
The thought was out before I realized that I was talking about her. Again.
Finn was quiet for a moment. He took a long, suspended silent breath before asking, “How long ago did she pass?”
“Three and a half weeks ago.”
