Page 80 of On Thin Ice

“Don’t tell me I make you feel young again,” Finn teased, running his fingertips down his chest, tracing the ridges of abs, humming in approval as they tensed under his touch.

“Is that a cliche?” Jacob wondered. Not really caring if it was, because it was also true.

“If it is, it’s one I’m personally going to enjoy very much.” Finn grinned. “That was . . .well, you were there, I don’t need to tell you.”

Jacob pressed a kiss to the side of Finn’s head, lips lingering there. “Doesn’t mean I don’t like hearing it.”

“Maybe we’re making some progress on that concept of very,verygood sex,” Finn said.

Jacob certainly thought so.

But it wasn’t just the sex, though that was definitely going to become addicting.

“I meant it, you know?” Jacob said softly.

Finn turned to him, looking surprised, but at least he didn’t look disappointed. “I didn’t think youdidn’t.”

“Why does it feel like there’s abutthere.”

“Oh, there’s a but there,” Finn teased again. “Do I need to give you a personal introduction, because I thought you were already intimately familiar . . .”

“Finn,” Jacob said, faux-sternly.

Deflecting again. Jacob could hear it in his voice and there was part of him, already aroused enough, that he wasn’t sure he even cared.

If you lead him into your bedroom right now and lay him out on your bed, sink your fingers and then your cock into him, nobody will care. Neither of you will give a shit about him brushing you off.

It was so tempting. Jacob nearly did it.

But he didn’t. Because he hadn’t just wanted even the really,reallygood sex. He wanted more. He had for a while now. Andit turned out he wanted it with the last person on earth he could have it with but there was no changing his mind—or his heart—now.

“I know you want it,” Finn said. Nearly whined. And Jacob knew if he glanced down, he’d probably see that Finn’s cock was hardening again. Already.

Just like his own.

“I wantyou,” Jacob said.

Finn’s gaze softened. “You really mean that.”

“When have I ever meant otherwise?”

Finn was quiet for a long moment. “It would be easier if you found what you’re looking for someplace else.”

“Easier, maybe, but not better,” Jacob said.

“Might mean you have to wait longer to trumpet him to the skies.”

“I knew that, when I kissed you.” He had. Knew exactly the kind of messy waters they were both wading into. But he’d chosen Finn anyway, and he wanted to believe Finn had chosen him too.

That this wasn’t just about getting off.

Though that had been spectacular. Off-the-fucking-charts. Re-aligning his whole universe, frankly.

“I said I was sure,” Finn said, “and I’m still sure. Never done more than hook up, and I didn’t even think I wanted more, but then we met. And weirdly, it changed.”

Finn’s gaze was honest, uncompromising. Those clear eyes hid nothing. No deflections this time. And no goddamn walls.

“Weirdly, huh?”

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