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)
Finn’s mouth found mine, and I lost myself in the kiss, rocking into his hard length, gasping for breath against his lips as pleasure built with every press of his body to mine. His groan rolled over me like a wave, and his hands closed over my hips again, yanking me tight to him. The grind of his body into mine sent me flying. His mouth swallowed my cry, his lips feathering over my cheek, down my jaw, as I sobbed for breath, heart hammering in my chest. I hung there, someplace out of time, anchored only by Finn’s hands on my hips, the rough heat of his jaw against my cheek, his breath harsh in my ear.
“Savannah,” he breathed, my name barely formed. “Savannah, fuck.” His lips moved, skating down the side of my neck, his teeth sinking into the tendon there, biting down just enough to send another bolt of sensation shooting through me. I jolted against him, feeling him move, taking me with him. My feet touched the ground, and my eyes fluttered open. In the dark of the hall outside my door, I couldn’t see more than the shape of him, taller and broader, looming over me in the tight space.
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Were we going to—? Had he—? I had. He hadn’t even gotten my clothes off, and I’d come hard enough to scramble my brains. Did he think—?
Lips brushed mine, the softest caress in the dark, before he was moving away. “Sleep tight, Savannah.”
He was gone. I stumbled down the hall in the dark, closing the door behind me. What had just happened? I headed straight for my bed, avoiding the bathroom. I knew what I’d see there. Swollen lips. Eyes too bright, dazed with shock and lust. Just like ten years ago.
Falling into my bed, I dragged the covers up and stared at the ceiling, thoughts spinning in my head, warring with the heavy, sweet fulfillment suffusing every cell in my body. Worries tried to shout. What had we done? What did it mean? Would it happen again?
I snorted at that last thought. As if whatever had gone down in the kitchen had just happened. Like I hadn’t been right there with him, kissing Finn back like my life depended on it, grinding my body into his until I came in an orgasm unlike any in memory. I hadn’t started it, but I’d had every opportunity to end it. And I hadn’t.
I should think about why. About what I was going to do next. Fatigue tugged at me, my body liquid, more relaxed than I’d been in years.
I didn’t care about why. It didn’t matter.
It wouldn’t happen again.
Definitely not.
Pushing away my spinning thoughts, I rolled over, tugging my pillow into my arms, a smile curving my lips, and let sleep pull me under.
Chapter Eight
SAVANNAH
The thump of rock music woke me, pounding down the hall and through the door, dragging me out of a deep sleep. I blinked into the dim room, my brain taking far too long to join my pounding heart. What the hell was that? Who was—
The day before flooded back.
Finn. It was Finn, who had driven off Mrs. Bailey and taken up residence in the kitchens just outside my door. Ugh. And apparently he liked to start the day by blowing out his speakers.
Flopping onto my back, I squinted at the screen on my phone. Two minutes before my alarm. I couldn’t even be pissed off that he’d woken me up early. Also, I grudgingly admitted, he had good taste in music, even if it was way too early for anything to be this loud.
The twinge in my back reminded me my period was about to start, which brought me right back to Chocolate Pots de Crème and that kiss. That orgasm.
“Nope. Didn’t happen.” My voice scratched my ears, rough and still thick with sleep. I rolled to my feet, shuffling to the bathroom for a few more minutes of privacy before I woke Nicky.
Staring at my puffy, flushed face in the mirror, I squinted, then got to work brushing my teeth.
Didn’t happen. Yeah, right.
Was that how I was going to play this? Just pretend nothing had happened?
Yes. Absolutely. Because the alternative—going out there and facing Finn like a mature adult, having an actual conversation about those heated, sweet moments in the dark—was impossible.
My soul shriveled at the idea that he’d make fun of me. What if he acted like he’d been doing me a favor?
Or worse, what if he thought it was going to happen again? Which it most definitely could not. Ever. Never ever.
He was family, and I was staff. That alone was reason enough.
Plus, he was Finn. Finn Sawyer, my lifelong nemesis. The worst possible candidate for a booty call. No candidate at all for more than that. Not that I wanted more. I had enough on my plate with Heartstone Manor, and raising Nicky, and dealing with the reappearance of my mother-in-law. I didn’t have room for more.