Page 55 of The Nicest Thing
Finn joined me as she walked away.
"Did you ever get her name?" he asked.
My brow scrunched."No.Damn, I wanted to look up her books."
"Maybe you'll run into her again."
"Maybe," I said then faced him fully, crossing my arms."Looks like you were a big hit with the romance writers."
Finn lifted a brow.
"They seemed to like touching you, running their hands through your hair."
No response.
"I haven't even gotten a chance to do that yet," I said ruefully.
"You sound a little jealous," Finn said.
I shot him a glare."And you sound happy about it."
"Oh, I am."
I opened my mouth to respond—then closed it immediately as Finn put the drinks on a nearby table and took my hand.Entwining our fingers, he bent his head then combed our joined hands through his light brown locks.He let my hand go, leaving it there, and looked up at me from beneath his lashes.I let my hand drift through the soft, silky strands down to his neck, and Finn swallowed.
"I'm very happy about that," he said gruffly.
Finn lifted my other hand and placed another kiss on my ring finger, something I was starting to love if I was being honest, then while holding my gaze, he flipped my palm over and kissed the inside of my wrist.
My lips parted.
He followed it up with a quick lick, a light suck.
My thighs clenched in response.
"Still feeling jealous?" he murmured against my skin.
"Not so much," I said breathlessly.
"Good."Finn looked far too satisfied with himself."Because I'd rather have your hands on me."
My brain stuttered."What?"
His shrug was the physical equivalent of I-said-what-I-said.
"You want to hear something crazy?The nice-woman-whose-name-I-didn't-get told me to go over there and break things up by kissing you."
"I wish you would've," Finn mumbled.For the life of me, I couldn't tell if he was serious.His face was a perfect mixture of playful and abashed."I don't like that kind of attention"—he threw me a wink—"unless it's from my wife."
"Finn, you're way too good at this."
"Hm, good at what?"
"This," I said, gesturing to him and my still tingling skin."The husband thing."
Finn's face went blank as he drew back."Isn't that why you brought me?"
"Yeah, but…"
