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His eyes flash.
“Chop, chop.”
I’m rewarded with a familiar smirk. “Bossy minx.” Seconds later, he rolls up to sit and I’m once more, straddling his lap.
His shirt comes off.
I gasp. “What in God’s name is that?”
Raised skin mars his otherwise perfect chest. It sits high, just beneath his right collar bone. What is most shocking, though, are the two letters branded into his skin.F. U.
“Me, being stubborn.”
“Stubborn how? It looks like a cattle farmer took a hot iron to you. And, F.U.? As in fuck you?”
“Suits me, no?”
I frown.
He cocks his head and nods at me. “How about you help me forget?” He grasps hold of the hem of my shirt and tugs it up and over my head in one single, smooth movement.
“Finn.”
“Clarissa.”
I shake my head, but quickly fall back into the game when, with expert fingers, Finn unfastens my bra and tosses it aside. Fingers in my hair, his lips collide with mine in a kiss that makes my toes curl.
I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I just want. His strength, his heat. Him.
Allof him.
How did this happen?
He breaks away to stare deeply into my eyes.
“You’re beautiful inside and out.”
I’m unprepared for this side of him. Is he offering me a glimpse into the soul of Finn McDuff, minus the jokes and smart-ass comments? A side of him rarely seen?
Now, when I have some corrupting to do?
I swallow hard. “Your pants, Finn,” I command, eager to re-establish a sense of normalcy. The scar. His demeanor. It’s too much.
He reaches out and gently, ever so gently, runs a thumb across my cheek. “I don’t want to hurt you, Clarissa.”
Oh. My. God. Does he mean emotionally? Do I want him to develop feelings for me? Yes. No. Oh, hell. Maybe I should think about this later, right?
“You’re hung like a stallion,” I murmur. “But I can take you.”
“That’s not ...” He clears his throat. “You can, can you?”
“If you’re too shy to continue ...” I go for gold, lifting myself off him to stand. While he thinks about it—and damn him, because that’s what he does instead of taking the bait—I slip my pants and underwear down my legs then kick the clothing onto the rest of the pile.
Finn rises to stand and studies the sky, partly dressed and looking lost.
I dig a condom out of my purse. “Hey.”
His attention swings my way.
