Page 74 of Finn Rhodes Forever

I stoodin Liv’s shower while she held the bottle, wine glugging into the glass on the counter. When she raised her eyebrows at me, her eyes shone bright.

“You should take your shirt off,” she said. “It’ll stain.”

I shot her a wry look. “Uh-huh. I see why we’re in here now.”

Her mouth curled into a pretty smile. “You offered.”

I reached over my shoulder and yanked the shirt over my head. Liv kept pouring the wine but her gaze strayed to my chest and stomach.

“Pants, too.”

In the back of my mind, the level-headed part of me told me to step carefully. That Liv and I were still on shaky ground and this was a slippery slope. The other part of my mind, the one that reached my hand out on the couch and melted when she put her hand in mine, that part wanted to push Liv a little further, see how she’d react.

And that part of me liked the way her gaze lingered on my body. My blood beat a little harder in my ears at the idea that Liv thought I was hot.

That part of my brain made me unbuckle my belt slower than normal before sliding my jeans down my legs. She finished pouring the wine and stood there staring at me with heat in her eyes.

Blood rushed to my cock. I was already erect, standing on display for her like this in my boxer briefs.

Her eyes flicked up to mine and a smile twisted onto her mouth. “Ready?”

I grinned at her.

“How dare you!” she gasped before tossing the wine at me.

I burst out laughing as it splashed over me, running down my neck and chest. Liv grinned ear to ear, wiggling her eyebrows as she studied me covered in wine.

“That was fun.” She set the empty glass down on the sink and pulled a towel out from the closet. “Here you go.”

“Hold up.” I arched an eyebrow at her. “What about me?”

She froze, hands on the towel, crooked half-smile on her face. “What do you mean, what about you?”

The wicked part of me that I was trying to hide so badly rattled his cage. “My turn.”

She blinked and a flush spread over her cheeks. “Fine.”

She lifted the bottle and poured another glass of wine before handing it to me. I gestured at the spot beside me in the tub but before she stepped forward, her hands came to the hem of her shirt and she pulled it over her head.

Oh,fuck. There was that bra again, the tattoo running up her side. All that smooth skin begging for attention. She pushed her shorts down.

“Wow,” I said, staring at her. My balls ached. Liv was half-naked in the bathroom with me, and as she stepped into the tub, into my space, it was almost too fucking much to handle.

“Wow,” I repeated, staring at the soft swells of her tits.

“You already said that.”

I swallowed, nodding, memorizing her curves. The flare at her waist where I had held her when she straddled me. The hollow at her collarbone where I’d run my tongue.

“Finn?” Liv’s voice was soft and her eyes flashed with amusement.

“Hmm?” God, those fucking thighs. They’d feel so good around my neck, warm and soft, squeezing me as I worked my tongue between her legs.

“Throw the wine.”

“Right.” My heart was beating so hard. My dick strained against my boxers. “Close your eyes.”

Her mouth turned up, her eyes closed, and I tossed the contents of the wine glass in her face. She chuckled and sputtered, eyes still closed, dripping in red wine. Droplets rolled down her nose, her chest, into her bra, down her stomach.

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