Page 84 of The Pucking Date
The words hit me like ice water.Sister. The video that’s been torturing me for days, it was his sister.
“You thought I was out with some girl,” he says, watching embarrassment flood my face.
I want to disappear under the table. “I didn’t?—”
“You did,” he interrupts, with a maddeningly smug curlto his mouth. “And I liked watching you lose your cool over me. It was hot.” His thumb brushes across my knuckles. “And it told me everything I needed to know.”
My mouth opens, but no sound comes out.
He leans closer, his voice a dark rasp that grazes my skin like a touch. “I haven’t looked at another woman since the day we were together for the first time.” The room tilts under my feet. “All I want, every damn day, is you.”
I feel every heartbeat in places I shouldn’t. The lounge noise fades. The space between us vanishes.
“What are we doing, Finn?” The words barely escape my lips.
He stands, hand extended. “We’re ending the game, Red. You’re coming with me. And we’re done starting over every damn morning. I want a continuation this time.”
My pulse misfires. He steps closer. His leg slips between mine, his hands cupping my face.
“You want me to back off? Say it.”
Silence.
“Tell me you don’t want me. That you haven’t been thinking about how good it feels when I’m between your legs.”
My mouth won’t move. He leans down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “That’s what I thought.”
Then he pulls back, meeting my gaze, tone razor-sharp. “We’re going upstairs. And this time—” his stare burns into me, “—you’re staying.”
I blink, still reeling. One hand is extended, the other waiting to touch me again. My pulse stumbles as the shift settles in; this isn’t Finn asking. Because he already knows I’ll obey. And when I slide my fingers into his, the last of my resistance crumbles.
I’m done fighting this. Done fighting him.
We cut through the lounge like a live wire. I feel the stares—sponsors, teammates, Chad—but none of it matters to me right now.
The elevator ride stretches in charged silence. He doesn’t touch me, but I feel him everywhere. When the doors open on his floor, my pulse is already racing.
His keycard clicks. The door shuts behind us. And then his hands are on my hips, walking me backward through the darkened room until the back of my legs hit the wall.
“You’ve been looking at me all night,” he murmurs against my ear, “like you wanted to do things to me.” He pulls back just enough for our eyes to meet in the dim light. “You’re going to take everything I give you tonight,” he declares, lips grazing mine. “Because we’re done pretending you don’t belong to me.”
A shiver barrels down my spine.
“Say it.” His fingers flex against my thigh, rough and sure. “Say you’re mine.”
My voice is in shreds, but I give him what he wants. “I’m yours.”
Suddenly his body is so close, a hand around my waist, the other holding the back of my head. His face is inches from mine when he whispers, “You have no idea what you are doing to me.”
“I do,” I whisper. “I know exactly what I do to you. And tonight, I want all of it.”
I barely get the words out before his mouth comes crashing down to mine. He’s ravenous, growling with my bottom lip between his teeth. I need him like my next breath, gasping for air with every swipe of his tongue against mine.
Then my dress is gone. My underwear next. And he’sstill fully clothed, standing over me with that look, like he owns me.
The firm muscles of his body feel otherworldly against my palms. I cascade my hands up and down his back, reveling in how strong he is. His hands grip my ass as he hoists me up, pressing me against his erection, and I wrap my legs around his waist on instinct, grinding against him.
“My girl wants this, doesn’t she?” he growls against my lips, pressing me into the bulge in his pants.
