Page 32 of Three Bossy Boyfriends
“A drink sounds great,” she says.
“You have a bar you like?” I assume she doesn’t want to go to her brother’s restaurant.
“Do you have liquor at your place?”
I look over at her. “You want to go to my place?” My heart thumps.
“I do. Is that okay?”
“Very okay.”
She gives me a sweet smile. She wants to be with me. She feels good with me.
“Yes, I have liquor. And wine. And beer.”
She sighs, but this time it sounds contented. “Perfect.”
We make the short drive without much talking. At one point, she reaches over and links our fingers again, like at dinner.
I run my thumb over the back of her knuckles, content just to hold her hand.
We park and I walk her into my building, and we take the elevator to my apartment. I realize that I should feel nervous, or something, about taking a girl like Finley to my place, but I don’t.
I want to take care of her. I want her to be able to relax. To feel happy and accepted exactly as she is. I want her to smile and laugh and just be herself.
I lead her to the couch. “Kick your shoes off, make yourself at home.”
“Thanks.” She sinks onto one end and immediately does just that.
Finley is definitely more herself when she’s barefoot.
“Red or white? Or do you want something stronger?”
“You’re not going to say something about how much I’ve already had?”
“I’m not your father or your babysitter.”
“Are you going to say something like you can’t kiss me or make out with me if I’ve had too much to drink though? Because I would hate that.”
God, I want to kiss her. I tuck my hands into my pockets to keep from reaching for her. “Do you want me to kiss you or make out with you?”
“Very much.”
With her sitting in front of me, she would only have to lean slightly to get her mouth level with my cock, and I can’t stop thinking about that. Maybe it’s inappropriate. Or maybe it’s perfect. There is definite chemistry between us, and Christopher is the one who basically turned this spark into a flame.
“I will give you whatever you need tonight, Finley.” I tell her. “Or any night. If you want to drink, I’ll supply that. If you need to be kissed, I’ll be very happy to do that. If you need someone to tell you that you are amazing and incredible and that you could have five more sisters, and I still would be completely enraptured whenever you’re in the room and unable to tell you what color dress either of them had on tonight because all I can think about or focus on is you, I am also that guy. I don’t know everything that’s going through that gorgeous head of yours, but I’m here for you.”
She looks stunned for a moment, then she wets her lips and says, “You.”
My heart gives an extra hard thump. “What?”
I need her to be very explicit here.
“That’s what I need tonight. You. More of you. Having you at dinner tonight was perfect. My brother has always been perfectat everything, and things always work out for him. My sisters are awesome. Funny, sweet, beautiful. They’ve never really had to work to convince anyone that they are worth their attention and time. I’m not like any of them.”
“You are gorgeous, intelligent, interesting. Fascinating, even,” I tell her.
“And that’s why I like you,” she says with a small smile. “You really think that. I think my time away from Honeysuckle Harbor let me grow up and grow into who I am. Now I’m back, and it’s hard to get people who’ve known me forever to see that I’ve matured. You’re new to the Finley experience. So you just see me now. That is so refreshing. And I definitely need more of that.”
