Heartbreaker(49)

I want to. I’m so f*cking close, but part of me is holding back. We’ve stripped away all the games and distractions, and my heart open like never before – but I’m scared to take that leap. And then Finn drives into me suddenly, hard and fast, and the universe contracts to just the sweet friction of our bodies. The spark ignites, exploding through me in a wild rush of pleasure so strong it rips a fevered cry from my lips. I come hard, clutching to him, and it’s only when I surface to his shuddering body that I hear him muttering my name, over and over, a sweet lullaby that takes us both into the black.





Seventeen.


I wake up to find the bed beside me empty. For a moment I tense, the past rushing back to me. But then I hear music playing downstairs on the radio, and smell the sweetest scent on earth floating through the morning air. I wrap myself in a robe and wander downstairs. “Is that bacon?” I greet Finn in the kitchen. He’s shirtless and damp from the shower, standing over the griddle pan with a pair of tongs in one hand, and suddenly, I get breathless and weak. Every woman’s fantasy brought to life: a hot man who cooks.

Could he get any sexier?

“Morning, sleepyhead.” Finn gives me a lazy smile, full of promise.

“What time is it?” I yawn, stretching. My body aches, but it’s a sweet pain, a reminder of everything that happened last night.

“Almost seven.” Finn grins. “I tried to wake you, I didn’t know if you had to be at the office today, but you were pretty out of it.”

“Well, someone wore me out.” I walk over and slide my arms around him, dropping a light kiss on his shoulder. “Why do I have to go to work? I feel like I could sleep for days.”

He laughs. “Even if you could stay home, you wouldn’t be sleeping.”

“No?”

“Uh huh.” He turns around, holding me close. “I would have very different plans,” he says, kissing along the delicate arch of my neck. “First, you eat, then I’d f*ck you senseless another dozen times. And that’s just for starters,” he adds, as my whole body shivers in anticipation.

“Can we hit pause on that plan for, ooh, the next eight hours?”

Finn smiles. “You can bet on it.”

I hungrily eye the spread he’s got going: eggs, bacon, pancakes. It all looks amazing. “Since when did you learn to cook?”

“Since I overdosed on bad junk food on tour.” Finn expertly slides food onto two plates and hands them to me. “OJ or coffee?”

“Both please.”

I take our food out onto the back porch, and Finn follows with our drinks. We sit on the bench there and dive into the food. I haven’t been so hungry for days, and it’s not until my plate is almost empty that I come up for air.

Finn is watching me. “What?”

“Nothing. Just, I love that look. When you’re eating and you can’t get enough.”

I arch an eyebrow. “Get used to it,” I smirk, “You’re not the only one who has plans for the weekend.” I slide my hand over his thigh, and he laughs out loud.

“Anytime you like, baby.” Finn winks. “I won’t stand in your way.”

Finn puts his empty plate aside, and drapes one arm around me as he drinks his coffee. It’s quiet out, the early morning sun filtering through the trees, and the sound of birdsong chirping lightly in the background. I inhale a deep breath, taking it all in, and just like that, I’m filled with a sense of peace, bone-deep and perfect. I sink against him, and revel in the moment, this precious moment I thought I’d never get to feel again. If I could freeze time, I would suspend us right here for a hundred years, just to enjoy each and every breath.

“Pretty damn perfect,” Finn murmurs, and I smile.

“You read my mind.”

I’m tempted to call in sick. Delilah’s probably hung over from the party, too, but she’d cover for me if I asked. The thought of spending the whole day here wrapped up in Finn is too good to resist, and I’m about to go find my phone when I hear a ring tone inside the house. But it’s not mine.

Finn gets up, and stretches. “Want more bacon while I’m in there?”

“Always!”

He saunters inside, still looking dangerously sexy in nothing but his jeans. I watch him go, and feel something stirring in my chest. Not just desire, but something deeper, more intense.

What happens now?

I push the thought back. I’m going to enjoy this moment for as long as I can, so I get up, and head inside. Finn is in the kitchen, talking on his cell phone.

“So did he actually offer, or is this more bullshit from the label?” He intercepts me, pulling me into his arms without missing a beat. “Yeah, I know, but I wanted the break.” Finn kisses my cheek. “Sorry,” he whispers. “This won’t take long.”

“It’s okay, I need to shower and go get ready for work.”

I make to leave, but Finn keeps me locked tightly against him. His free hand slides under my robe, teasing across my bare skin. I laugh, and try to pull away.

“What? No, just the radio,” Finn tells the person on the other end of the phone. He grins at me, sliding his hand up across my breast. “I turned it on without realizing.”

I catch my breath, Finn’s fingers toying with my nipple. He’s playing dirty, so I reach for his jeans, and start to unbutton his fly. Now it’s his turn to try and bat my hands away, but I just smile, and close my hand around him, stroking his hard length.