Page 87 of Finn Rhodes Forever

Excitement arced through me but I kept my face neutral. I lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “Fine.”

He nodded slowly, holding my gaze. “Fine.” He stepped back and made a twirling motion with his finger in the air. “Turn around.”

Anticipation thrilled through my chest. I blinked at him. “Excuse me?”

He didn’t move, just held my gaze with that cocky, demanding expression. “Turn. Around.”

“No.”

His brow arched and the heat in his eyes lit me on fire. “Do it.”

“Make me.”

He huffed and his head fell back. “Jesus Christ, Liv. You’re going to drive me insane, you know that?” He stepped forward until he was less than a foot from me and placed his hands on my shoulders. He turned me slowly with unrelenting pressure until I faced the rest of the bar. He wrapped his arms around me, palming my breasts. His fingers toyed with me and my breath caught.

“Mhm.” His mouth was on my neck. His chest rose and fell against my back and something about his height, how he surrounded me like this, made the apex of my legs warm.

His hand slipped down, brushing the skin above the waistband of my jeans. “Undo the button.”

On the bar counter, my hands twitched, desperate to do as he said, but I held them still. “Why am I not surprised that you have a hard time undressing women? Maybe that’s why I still have my bra on.”

He reached around my back, pulled the band of my bra and let it go, snapping me. A laugh of surprise burst out of me at the sharp sting.

“Undo the fucking button, Liv.” His voice rumbled in my ear.

I did as I was told. A tiny part of me huffed in irritation but the rest of me? She liked this game. She liked this gamea lot.

His teeth scored my neck and I shivered. “Good,” he murmured.

A shiver of pleasure rolled down my back and I bit my lip. God, I hated how much I liked this side of him.

With one of his hands gripping my hip, holding me steady, he slipped the other into my jeans, straight past my panties. His fingers brushed my clit and I whimpered.

He made a noise of appreciation. “I knew you’d be wet for me.”

My face heated as he slid his fingers through me with unhurried strokes. Sparks danced through my limbs, tension coiled, and I pressed into the hard length of him against my backside. Arousal rushed to where he touched me and I sighed.

“Oh my god,” I whispered, eyes closed, chasing friction and pressure.

“Need more?” His other hand dug into my waist, anchoring me.

“Uh-huh.” I bit my lip. The way he was touching me, it was winding me higher but not enough to get me to the edge.

Finn must have noticed the desperate squirm of my hips or the way my breath caught every time he ran the pads of his fingers over my clit, because his hand stilled.

“Bend over.”

My eyebrows lifted. “What?”

Over my shoulder, he grinned at me, lazy, roguish, and full of heat. It made my insides twist with anticipation. His hips pinned mine, locking me against the bar, and his hand came to my shoulder before he gently pushed me down.

I let him.

With my head tilted to the side, my cheek was flat against the counter, but his hand moved between my shoulders with more pressure.

“All the way.”

My bare breasts pressed against the cool surface and I let out a quiet gasp at the sensation.

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