Page 97 of The Hot Shot

“Maybe,” he agrees, a cheeky grin lightening his expression. “Be forewarned, I like to dole out punishment in the form of cunnilingus.”

A laugh bursts from me. “Consider me forewarned.”

“I’d like to say it will hurt me more than it hurts you, but that would be a lie.”

He makes it too easy to smile, to laugh. Because he’s there, and he’s warm and strong, I rub my thumb along his thigh. I love the way it tenses and how he moves closer to me. I watch those big, long thighs part and my gaze goes to the swell between his legs. He fills out his jeans so nicely.

My naughty half wants to move my hand there and rub that big bulge, make him hard. I picture it, leaning down, taking him out of his jeans—

“Chess.” Another squeeze on my hand. “You’re going to get us run off the road.”

My gaze flicks up to his heated expression and then back down to where he’s growing thicker. I lick my lips, and he groans.

“Chess...”

“Sorry.” I take my hand away from temptation.

Finn gives me a sidelong glance, as he shifts a bit in his seat. “Don’t ever be sorry about that. If I had any confidence that I could drive safely while you sucked my cock, I’d be all over that.”

I laugh and it feels good. But my mood quickly sobers. “My insurance money came in. All of it. I can buy a new place now.”

The car goes quiet. Finn clenches the steering wheel. “You waited until I was driving to tell me this, didn’t you?”

“Why would I do that?” But guilt rushes over my skin like a hot, itchy rash.

His long, speaking look makes it worse. “So I wouldn’t be able to persuade you with my best weapons.”

He’s right. Whenever he gets his hands on me, I can’t think straight. I glance at the road, watching traffic. “You’d try to persuade me?”

He makes a noise in his throat. “You serious? I’ve been dreading you leaving. You think that would change now that we’re together?”

“No. But maybe I—”

“Don’t say it,” he warns.

“—should move,” I finish. “Things can get complicated.”

“Then let’s keep them simple.”

So stubborn.

“We just got together,” I say. “We should take time to get to know each other. What if we start living in each other’s pockets and find out we get on each other’s nerves?”

He scoffs. “We’ve lived together for weeks, Chess. That discovery time has come and gone. We’re awesome as roommates and even better as lovers.”

The traffic comes to a stop when we reach a red light, and he turns to face me. His big body overwhelms the space. I can scent the soap he used in the shower this morning. The soap I lovingly ran over every tight muscle while I’d showered with him.

Finn’s eyes meet mine, and I see the knowledge of what we do to each other in there. I see other things as well, feelings that make my chest tight and my cheeks heat.

“I’m crazy about you,” he says softly. “I don’t need time to figure that out.”

“I’m crazy about you, too,” I whisper. “I’m just scared.”

Before I can blink, he leans in and gives me a firm kiss. It’s more tender than sexual. I need that more right now. How does he know to do that?

He pulls back and cups my cheek. “We’re going to be okay.”

A horn honking makes us both jump. Finn’s smile is brief. “See? Discussing this in the car sucks. I’d totally be taking your clothes off if we were at home.”