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“I know.”

I sorta break my promise. I skim by hand down her pants and beneath her panties. When she doesn’t stop me, I slide my fingers between her pussy lips before I pull them out. I suck the tips of them.

“You want me too.”

“What’re you going to do about it?”

Chapter Six

Thea

I can’t believe I just issued that challenge. I meant it. I just can’t believe I said it. The wolfish expression in his eyes tells me he’ll take me up on it. I can’t wait. I want this way more than my common sense says I should. But Finn draws me inexplicably. It’s like this is where I’ve always meant to be. Talking to him. Sitting on his lap. Kissing him. Being beneath him. The feeling of all that— physically and emotionally —is like I’m breathing easier than I ever have before.

I widen my legs, and he settles his cock completely against my pussy. Fucking hell. I could tell he was endowed, but dear God, he could be a porn star. I don’t have tons of experience, but I have more than enough to know he’s bigger than average. Fuck.

I’m a damn doctor and have seen all sorts. You don’t go straight from med school to your specialty. I had rotations in other departments. I did all the standard ones. Neurology, internal medicine, general surgery, and family medicine were where I got some field experience on men’s dicks. OBGYN and pediatrics were when I knew I wanted to be a neonatologist.

“Finn.” I moan his name a second time and move restlessly beneath him. I’m horny as a fucking toad. We both have clothes on, and all we’ve done is kiss and press our bodies together, but I ache. I want to feel him inside me more than I have ever wanted another guy.

“I know, cailín. I want it too.”

Little girl. The way he says that endearment. I don’t feel like a child. But I feel precious. The more he told me, the less scared I felt. More worried about him and what could happen, but less scared about the unknown. By the time he finished, I wanted to curl up like a content little kitten. I didn’t want to curl into a defensive ball. I felt completely relaxed. I know that no matter what happens— we date— we date and break up— we don’t date —he will protect me. I thought I wanted no part of it, and I didn’t before he explained.

As our lips fuse once more, I give myself entirely over to the kiss. The rest of the world vanishes. It’s Finn and me. That’s it. He’s holding my thigh, pinning it against his hip as he rocks against me. The hint is almost excruciating in how it teases me. But it’s like we both come back to reality at the same time. He pulls back, and I sit up. My lips feel plumper, and I wonder if the skin around my mouth is red from his stubble.

He lifts me like I’m a feather, which I am not. I’m thick, and from the way his hands are running along the outside of my thighs, his fingers tight, he likes it. I sink against his chest, my head once again against it. It feels so natural to be with him like this. I can hear his heartbeat. It’s definitely rapid, as though he needs to catch his breath. But it’s steady and strong. It’s incredibly soothing after the intensity of passion.

“Thea, will you go out with me?”

“Yes.” No brainer.

“When? What would you like to do?”

Besides you?

“I don’t know when you’re free. I’m off for the next three days. Then I have a thirty-hour shift. I’m not really off after that. I’ll still be on overnight call a couple times. One night on and three off, so that’s ten hours off between shifts. I sleep at the hospital a lot of times.”

“Do you sleep most of the day after your shift? You said you just came off a twenty-four-hour one, and it was a harder day than usual because you had to give some bad news.”

He paid attention. Not just that it was a rough day, but why it was. He’s thoughtful.

“I usually pass out for a solid ten hours, then I’m back to normal.”

“Is tomorrow night too soon?”

He sounds like he’s trying not to sound too eager. I grin and shake my head.

“Tomorrow night is perfect.”

“What would you like to do? Dinner?”

Jump your bones.

“That sounds nice.”

“I own a comedy club, and there’s a great woman on tomorrow night. But the show doesn’t start until nine-thirty. Is that too late? Are you into that sort of thing?”

“That sounds perfect. I could do with a few good laughs.”

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