Page 72 of Finn Rhodes Forever

I barked a laugh.

“Don’t.” Her nostrils flared. “Don’t you dare fucking laugh.”

I let out a loudha!“You need help?”

“Only if you’re not going to be a dickhead about it.”

“I’m always a dickhead, Liv.” I stood and strode over to her.

That wicked part of me? It was fuckingsinging. My blood rushed through my veins. Her eyes widened as I advanced and I arched an eyebrow at her before whirling my finger in the air.

“Turn.”

She spun around, giving me her back.

“What the fuck?” I grimaced, lifting a ruffle. “There are a thousand buttons on this thing.”

“I know.” She turned and winced at me. “Sadie helped me put it on.”

“Didn’t think this through, did you?”

She shook her head.

I leaned in, mouth by her ear. “Or maybe you did.”

Her breath caught. “Are you going to help me or not?”

My mouth curled up. “Liv, I’ll always help you, even if I’m a dick about it.” I stood back and frowned at her outfit. It started out hideous, and now that it was stained in wine, it was going in the garbage.

I grabbed the top of the collar with both hands, fingers brushing Liv’s shoulders, and a shudder rolled down her back before I yanked the fabric.

She gasped as buttons flew, baring her back to me. I saw a flash of ink and black lace before she turned, clutching the remaining fabric to her chest. I was fully hard.

“Thanks,” she whispered, eyes wide.

My blood thickened watching her clutch the fabric like that. I could see the pulse going in her neck, a littletap-tap-tap, and her chest rose and fell faster than normal. Her brown eyes darkened as her pupils dilated and she did that fucking intoxicating lip-chewing thing that drove me up the wall.

“Aren’t you going to get dressed?” I murmured, daring her.

She dropped the fabric and it fell to the floor, pooling at her feet.

“Oh, fuck,” I muttered, raking my hands through my hair.

Liv stood there in a thin black lace bra and panties, and my cock ached, straining against my zipper. I put a fist to my mouth as I memorized her body. The flare of her hips from her waist. The swell of her cleavage around her bra. I wanted to run my tongue over her. My heart thumped against the front wall of my chest. I pictured her long legs wrapped around my neck while I made her moan. A tattoo of a Douglas fir tree ran up the side of her torso, up her rib cage.

“Fuck, Liv.” My voice was raw.

Her gaze flicked down to my erection and her eyes hooded before she turned to grab the shorts and t-shirt lying on her bed. My control hung by a thread. I pictured us doing a thousand things in that bed. She pulled her t-shirt on and I stared at the curve of her ass in that thong, wanting to tear it off her. She bent over and pulled the shorts up before turning to me.

“What’s the matter, Finn?” she teased and I blinked.

I was so hard, it hurt. I got a flash of skin and I wanted to sink into her, fuck her into the mattress, make her come again and again until her voice was hoarse from shouting my name.

She breezed past me and the scent of her shampoo whooshed up my nose. My hands flexed and I dragged in a deep breath.

Tonight was going to test my control.

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