Page 61 of Finn Rhodes Forever

Every sensation blended together—the scrape of his stubble against my chin, the slick, hot glide of his tongue against mine, his hands, one on my ass and one threaded in the hair at the back of my neck, pulling lightly, and the thick, firm press of his cock beneath me. I was pulled under, drugged, intoxicated, totally fuckingaddictedto the hot bliss that was making out with Finn Rhodes.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” he said, kissing down my neck. “I can’t stop thinking about you, Liv. Every night, I fuck my fist thinking about how good your pussy feels.” His eyes were so dark as he said this, and he pulled me back to him for another hungry kiss. “I remember it like it was yesterday.”

A shiver ran through me. “Want a reminder?” I gasped as he squeezed my ass. Between my legs, I was aching, wet, needy. I should have been embarrassed at how fast that happened, but I was too drunk on Finn to care.

I sucked on the side of Finn’s neck and he moaned—the sweetest sound I’d ever heard — and I rocked against him. The sharp, delicious sensation of my clit against him made me gasp.

Finn stiffened.

“We should stop,” he rasped, breathing hard. By the dim light of the fire, I could see his pupils were blown.

What? I sat back, frowning, breathing hard. “No.”

He blinked a few times like he was clearing his head. He pulled his hand out of my hair and sucked in a deep breath. “Yes. Liv. Come on.”

Disappointment, shame, rejection—they squeezed the lust of out me and I hurried off his lap, blinking like I’d been slapped.

I thought he wanted me.

Ugh. This was exactly what wasn’t supposed to happen. I was supposed to be cold, calculating, and careful, and here I was, melting for him, practically offering myself on a platter.

Want a reminder?I was going to die of embarrassment. My face burned.

“I don’t want to rush this.” His words were quiet but determined, and his eyes were full of heat.

Anger and frustration bubbled up in me. “Then what the fuck is with all the cheek kisses and hugs and stuff? Are you trying to drive me crazy?”

There was that wicked grin again, quick as a flash before it faded into something more serious. “I don’t want this to be a fling. No friends with benefits bullshit.”

I didn’t say a word. When Sadie and Holden tried being friends with benefits, it ended just how Holden had wanted—with them married.

Finn traced a line down my arm and when I glanced up at him, his eyes were soft. “I’m playing the long game,” he said before gesturing at the front of his pants. His erection stretched out the fabric, and another twinge pulsed between my legs. “Don’t think that I don’t want you.” He snorted. “I’m going to have blue balls all weekend, if that makes you feel better.”

“It does,” I said, and Finn laughed. A smile cracked on my face. “It really does.”

A warm, heavy weight expanded in my chest, pushing the shame out. Finn wanted more from me, more fromus. The Finn I grew up with shot first, thought later. Usually it was shoot first, apologize later. That’s how we got into this whole mess in the first place.

It was for the best that we stopped. We were playing two different games, and I was dangerously close to fucking it all up. I rubbed my arms as the chill in the air gave me goosebumps.

“Cold?”

I nodded. “I haven’t camped out here in a while. I forgot how cold it gets.”

He stood and walked to his pack.

“It’s fine,” I started, but he turned and held his hoodie up for me.

“Come on.” He gestured for me to stand up. “Don’t be stubborn, Liv.”

I snorted and tried to take the hoodie from him but he held tight, eyes dancing with amusement.

“Arms up.” His mouth curved as I rolled my eyes.

“I can dress myself.”

“Maybe I want to do it.”

I wanted him to, if I was being honest. So stupid, so meaningless, and yet when I held my arms up, the way he slid the hoodie over my head so slowly and carefully made me feel warm and loved.

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