Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 132834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 664(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 664(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
I stopped, stunned. “What do you mean, everyone?”
“You know, everyone.” Finn gave me a look like my brain was slow. “Billy Bob, me, Griffen, Hawk, Royal, and Tenn. Parker will direct traffic. Griffen banned Hope. He’s afraid she’ll try to lift things.”
“She probably would,” I agreed, “Though I’m not sure she can carry much with that baby in the way.”
“True,” Finn laughed. “I’ll get out of your hair. I’m just going to unpack these things and grab the milk crate back. I use them in the pantry,” he said, setting the remaining contents on the counter.
Turning with the crate in one hand, we slammed right into each other—a hazard of avoiding eye contact with the other person in a small space.
I rebounded off Finn’s solid body, every cell in mine waking up at the contact with all that long, hard muscle. I swear the man radiated heat or pheromones or something, because the second I got this close, every part of me perked up.
I froze in place.
This was the part where I was supposed to step back and give him room to leave the kitchen.
Yep, any second now. I was going to step back and get out of the way.
Definitely not going to inch forward until my breasts made full contact with his chest.
Definitely not going to look up and meet those deep, mossy green eyes.
This was not a good idea.
That was the last thought I had before I raised up on my toes to meet his mouth in a kiss.
Chapter Nineteen
SAVANNAH
Finn’s lips touched mine, and I couldn’t imagine how we’d done this a month ago and never done it again. Finn Sawyer’s lips were possibly the best thing that had ever touched me. Firm and strong, he controlled the kiss in all the right ways.
I reached for him, my fingers diving into his thick hair, holding him close, my tongue stroking his. I could hear my heart pounding furiously, my halting gasps for breath as I tried to kiss him deeper, longer.
He fit against me like he was made to match my body. Finn was taller, broader—not easy traits to find at my height, with my build, but, oh, the way he surrounded me, one hand holding the back of my head, the other at my waist, those long, strong fingers sliding to hold my hip, curving down to close around my ass.
Oh god, I should stop. I should step back. Go back to the Manor. Do something. Anything. Anything other than raise up further on my toes and press myself harder against him.
I tore my mouth from his. I swear it was to tell him we couldn’t do this anymore. But instead, my lips found the side of his neck. Salty heat. I bit down on the corded muscle just enough to drag a groan from his throat. I had a moment to remember that we were completely alone. The boys weren’t yet home from school, and everyone who might wander by was occupied elsewhere.
Then my toes left the floor, and I was moving through the air. I caught the scrape of cardboard sliding, and my butt hit cool marble. I fell back on my elbows, legs splayed for only a second before Finn stepped between them. We’d been in this position before. I already knew this time was different.
This time, his hands went to the zipper at the back of my uniform dress, dragging it down until the dress sagged in the front, the modest neckline not so modest anymore. Finn pulled at the sturdy fabric until he revealed my breasts in a boring beige bra. Hooking his fingers in the straps, he dragged that down too.
Someone groaned. Maybe me, maybe him. Then he laid me back, my arms trapped at my sides by the dress, my breasts completely bared. Finn followed me down, his lips tasting my neck, my collarbone, dipping lower. I squirmed, the marble cool against my heated skin, slippery as my hips twisted and rolled. Finn’s tongue traced the inside of one breast before his mouth closed over my nipple and sucked gently, his tongue soothing, as if warming me up.
I didn’t need warming up. I was about to boil over. He nipped with sharp teeth, drawing a gasp from my throat before his mouth closed over the smarting nipple and sucked hard.
The top of my head almost blew off. This time I knew the groan was me. I whimpered, trying to breathe. One strong hand closed around my breast, squeezing, lifting it to his mouth to tease and lick and suck. His other hand slid up my thigh under my dress, closing over the waistband of my underwear and dragging my panties down my legs, moving out of the way just long enough to get them free and toss them to the floor.