Finnegan
She tasted every bit as delicious as I knew she would. That was the problem. That had always been the problem.
I straightened, pulling away. She was looking back at me with those blue eyes that had gone dark, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling faster than it had been sixty seconds ago.
I had made a catastrophic error in judgment by licking the corner of her mouth like that.
Or touching her at all. Jesus, what the fuck was wrong with me?
I stepped back and she followed. Her hands came up to my chest, her palms flat against my skin, sending every muscle taut under her touch.
Intense blue eyes stared up at me, soft and wanting. "I'm sorry. I need you to know that. I'm sorry,"
"Enough," I growled, but her hand moved down my abs and gave me a fucking aneurysm.
"Please." Her fingers traced lower, following the line of my stomach. I wrapped my fingers around her wrist before she went any lower.
