Page 89 of Manhattan Tormentor

I want to give him a chance.

But how big of a fool would that make me to put my head in his noose again. The definition of insanity is doing the same thing and expecting different results.

Finn is my insanity, and I want to drown in him.

He groans when I tighten my fingers in his hair. He arches his neck, showing me the strong tendons and his bobbing Adam’s apple. I have good memories of sucking him right there and him going wild for it.

He’s a touch slut, that much I remember.

Now I’ve heard one percent of his neglected childhood, no wonder he craves affection.

“How do you make shit right, Finn? Go ahead, tell me.”

His eyes are pure fire as he crowds me, he tries for my mouth but I won’t let him have it.

Not a fucking chance.

I’m a Fierro. We only give what we want to.

I’ll take when I’m good and ready.

Shit. I am giving him a chance, aren’t I?

“Maybe I don’t steal your car.” He smirks and then looks sexy as he chuckles, “too soon?”

Asshole. I grin back.

And then we breathe the same air as I drag him closer. He grunts and fists a hand in the back of my shirt. It’s a rush to feel how hard his heart hammers through his chest wall. That’s how I know he’s telling me the truth.

Do I believe his personality has had a one-eighty flip? Eh, no.

But I believe what he’s saying.

This isn’t about a hook-up. Finn Maverick can get laid anytime he wants to. I’m sure straight boys would unzip for him too with little provocation. Sexy bastard knows his appeal, but his heart is ramming hard against mine.

He wants me.

He wants me to give him a chance.

“If I say no?”

“Then I’ll be back tomorrow to change your mind. The day after that. The one after that, because I can see in your eyes, Sage, you’re starving for me too. You were the one true thing I had; it was the start of something good before I messed it up. We can get that back again. It’s beating between us, you feel it.”

I do.

I can’t pick the parts of him I like and leave out the rest.

He is who he is.

“You’re nota safe bet, Finn. You’re reckless and unreadable. You want me now and then what? I have too much to do and there’s no time to invest in talking you off the ledge every time you freak out about being with me.”

“Test me out.”

Pushing him back so I can breathe without inhaling his scent, I stride across the living room and toss him his jacket. He’s already pulling his cap on.

“Look, I know you will think I’m the worst choice of boyfriends. You might be right; I don’t have a good track record.”

“I don’t care about past relationships.”

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