Page 139 of Distress Signal

“We’ll decorate the house however you want,” he said quickly. “And we can do up the guest room for Lainey. Hell, I’ll bulldoze the whole fucking thing and build a new one if that’s what you wa?—”

I pressed my finger to his lips. “We can worry about that later. Right now, I need you.”

“Ah, yes. How could I have forgotten about my meal?”

With a wicked gleam in his eyes, he retreated and lowered to his stomach until his face was eye level with my pussy. His hands snaked under the hem of my dress, calloused palms rasped higher and higher, closer to the place I needed him most.

“Finn?” I whispered.

“Yeah, baby?” he asked, not looking away from my core, merely flipping my skirt out of the way, eyes on his prize.

“Be gentle.”

I hated asking, especially after the hard and fast fuck—which I’d asked for then—outside the bar. Ilovedthe frantic, reckless fucking our sex life consisted of before my accident. I loved the way Finn threw me around like a rag doll. He never treated me like something fragile and breakable, because he knew I wasn’t. Knew I could handle everything he threw at me—and give it right back. I loved the bruises he’d sometimes leave on my thighs and breasts and proudly bore the reminders of the pleasure he gave me.

But tonight, I needed something different.

“Always,” he promised.

And then he left the room.

What the fuck?

Before I could get too worked up, he returned…with a bottle of tequila.

Propping myself up on my elbows, I asked, “What’s that for?”

“We’re celebrating.”

“With…tequila.” I was unsure if I was asking a question or making a statement.

“Kind of our thing, isn’t it?”

He was right. When I thought of our first night together, those memories were inextricably linked to the burn of tequila as Finn and I pounded shots with his brothers.

“Plus, I had an idea earlier,” he continued, setting the bottle on one of the nightstands.

“Oh yeah?” I asked as he climbed onto the mattress. Taking my good hand, he helped me sit up until I was on my knees. Then he grabbed the hem of my dress and peeled it off—leaving me completely naked. Goosebumps erupted as air hit my still slightly damp, newly exposed skin.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

Grabbing the front of his tee, I hauled him in, capturing his mouth in a hungry kiss.

“You are the most gorgeous man I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

“You’re just saying that,” he retorted.

I pursed my lips. “When have Ieverdone that?”

He chuckled. “True.”

“The first time I ever saw you, I thought you were the hottest man I’d ever seen,” I said. “Still do. Still can’t figure out how we ended up here.”

Finn cupped my sex. “Your pussy is just that good.”

With a laugh, I shoved him playfully, then reached for the hem of his shirt and drew it up over his head. Needed to have his warm, solid vitality beneath my fingers.

“So what’s this idea?” I asked, nodding at the liquor.