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Chapter nine

Finn

The door swings shut behind us, and the second we step outside, the cool night air forces me to take a breath. But it does absolutely nothing to temper the burning low in my stomach, making my whole body feel like it’s about to combust.

Foxx takes a step forward, his energy shifting from the calm, collected guy inside to something barely contained.

I can feel his anticipation nipping at my skin.

So, I lean into the feeling I’m getting from him and grab his hand, pulling him to the side of the building, out of sight, away from the crowd, away from the half-second pause where I might have hesitated.

His back barely hits the wall before I’m on him, my mouth devouring his like we’ve been waiting for this exact moment all damn night. Except it’s been less than thirty minutes.

Foxx makes a growling sound against my lips, but he doesn’t pull away. If anything, he reacts fast, his hands coming up to grip my hips, steadying us.

Fuck, he feels good.

His hands are solid, firm, fingers digging into my sides with just the right amount of pressure. And his mouth—fuuuuck, his mouth—his beard skims along my chin, my lips, my cheek, again and again, until I’m leaning in harder, chasing pressure because I need it to breathe.

I slide my hands up his chest, over the smooth fabric of his jacket, until they settle at the nape of his neck.

Teasing, I bite at his bottom lip, but the second I do, everything flips.

Foxx moves. And he moves me. One second, I have him against the wall, and the next, he spins us, and my back’s against the rough brick, his body flush against mine.

The shift is so quick, it knocks the air out of me for a second.

His hands frame my waist at this new angle, thumbs pressing into my sides, keeping me pinned in place.

Fuck yes. I knew he had another side to him.

I let out a breathless laugh, tilting my head back against the brick. “Oh, we’re doing this now?”

His gaze flickers over me, dark and unreadable, and when he finally speaks, his voice is edged with something that has a tingle working its way through my body. “You’ve got a little bratty side, don’t you?”

A slow grin spreads across my lips at his attitude. The idea that I could unravel him is something my ego likes— a lot . “Yeah, and I want you to play with me.” As I lean closer, Foxx exhales sharply through his nose, and I swear I feel his grip tighten.

I reach for him again as a groan builds in his throat, dragging him closer, feeling the way his body fits against mine, heat against heat.

Muscle against muscle. His thigh slots between mine, firm and unyielding, and when I shift slightly, pressing down just enough for friction, his length nudges mine through our jeans.

His breath hitches. But I don’t get time to gloat because he kisses me again, harder this time, less hesitation, more teeth, more need and his hands move to my ass to pull us even closer.

Dragging my fingers through the short hairs at the nape of his neck, I tilt my head, deepening the kiss.

He meets me with every movement, and God, I need more of him.

I nibble at his lip again, just to see if he’ll react.

His hands shift, sliding up my waist, across my ribs, stopping just under my pecs before he catches himself, before he pulls back slightly, his breathing uneven as he wipes a hand over his mouth.

He’s thinking again, like he did inside the bar, I know it. I can see it in the way he lingers, in the shadows of his frown, the way his grip flexes across his jaw like he’s holding himself back.

So I do the only thing I can think of, I brush my lips against his ear, my voice barely above a whisper. “You gonna let yourself have this, or back out?”

He hesitates for just a second before pulling away completely.

Well, I guess the answer is no, then. There’s enough space between us now that the night air slips in where his body just was.

I think he’s going to shut it down. Shut me down.

And I’m not sure if I’ll be more pissed or disappointed if he does. But then he meets my eyes.

Whatever just happened behind them…he’s made a choice.

“Come home with me,” he whispers, and I think I mishear him at first.

“Barely bought me a drink and now…” I joke, but I can see the moment it doesn’t reach him how I meant it. “Hey.”

Those stormy shadowed eyes flick back to me.

“I don’t think you understand how fucking sexy you are,” I hum, trailing my finger up his stomach. There’s definite muscle here, and I can’t wait to trace my tongue all over him.

Foxx swallows hard, his jaw flexing. “Finn—” He exhales, but his hands don’t move away. “I’m—” he cuts himself off, shaking his head slightly, like he’s trying to clear it.

I grin. “Speechless?”

His lips part, but no sound comes out and, fuck, that’s addictive.

“I like you like this,” I murmur. “A little wrecked. A little undone.”

He huffs a quiet laugh. “You have no idea what I would do to you.”

I take his hand, raising it to my mouth, letting my lips touch his wrist, our eyes locked the whole time, and I feel his pulse flutter. “Oh, baby,” I murmur, lips brushing his heated skin as his mouth parts. “I think I do. But you should take me home and show me.”

Once I drop his hand, his fingers lace around my jaw, firm but careful, holding me still in the pull of his gaze.

Hookups aren’t meant to be this intimate, aren’t meant to feel like this, like he’s searching for something in me, like he’s mapping every flicker of hesitation, every unspoken thought.

His thumb brushes over my cheek, the touch gentle and juxtaposing everything he’s giving me.

Too much. But I don’t pull away.

His throat bobs as he swallows, his grip just a little harder as he searches my face. “You sure?” The roughness of his voice sends a shiver down my spine.

I could joke. Smirk. Tease him the way I do. But something about the way he’s looking at me… What if I’m more than just a body to warm his bed for the night?

So instead, I exhale, and let my hands roam, tracing edges and pushing boundaries between us. “Yeah,” I say, quieter now, the weight of it settling into my bones. “I’m sure.”

Closing the space between us, I kiss him gently.

He stills, almost as though he wasn’t expecting me to be like this, but it lasts only a second.

His hands move from my face into my hair, and the light tug he gives has me moaning into his mouth.

The kiss deepens, heat igniting between us, unraveling whatever restraint he had left.

He exhales against my lips, a sound somewhere between a sigh and a groan, and it shoots straight to my dick.

I pull back, my forehead brushing his. “Take me home, Foxx.”

His fingers flex in my hair, his breath unsteady. “Let’s go.”