sweet-little-lies

She was thinking of his mouth on hers. Which seemed only fair since he__ given a lot of thought to the same thing.___ight,_ she whispered.__ight,_ he whispered back.And yet neither of them moved.

What drew her into O__iley__ like a bee to honey was the six-foot, broad-shouldered, dark eyes, dark smile of Finn O__iley himself.

Finn was different.And he was different because she wanted him in her life in a way she hadn__ wanted anyone for a very long time.Maybe ever.

I__ not a lot of trouble,_ she said.His gaze slid to her mouth. __ou sure about that?___ompletely._ And then she flashed him an indeed trouble-filled smile.And that__ when he knew. He was the one in trouble. Deep trouble.

I wasn__ finished with you, Pru,_ he said softly. __ had plans.__h boy. __aybe I had plans, too.___eah?_ Closing the gap between them, one of his hands went to her hip, the other slid up her back to anchor her to him. __ell me. Tell me slowly and in great detail.

He stared at her. __ow is it that you__e cute, sexy as hell, and smarter than anyone I know?__he gave him a small smile. __t__ a gift.

Finn?___eah?___emember how you said the ball was in my court?__e pressed his forehead to hers for a beat, like he was working on control. She knew she should be as well but she didn__ want him to leave, didn__ want to be alone in this. __on__ go,_ she whispered softly.

Yes. This. It was just what she needed, because here, held by him like this, her guilt, her regret, her fears . . . all of it gave way to this heady, languid sensation of being desired and she didn__ want it to stop.Any of it.

Okay, time to play doctor.__er entire body quivered, sending __es please_ vibes to her brain. Luckily her mouth intercepted them. __ure, if I can be the doctor.__is mouth curved. ____ willing to take turns, but me first.

Finn smiled and blew half her brain cells. __ou going to teach me how to have fun, Pru?_ he asked in that low, husky voice.

Trying to cool his jets, trying to let her stay in charge, he attempted to hold back, but she let out this breathy little whimper like he was the best thing she__ ever tasted.

Pru had gotten under his skin, and like her, he wanted more. So much more. He wanted to know her secrets, the ones that sometimes put those shadows in her eyes. He wanted to know what made her tick. And more than anything, he wanted to taste her again.Every inch of her.

He regretted nothing. Not the way she__ felt in his arms and not the way he__ felt in hers.

Ugh. You__e being . . . you.___as that in English?___his is all your fault.___ope. Definitely not English.___ou__e being all hot and sexy, dammit,_ she said. She banged her head on his chest a few times. __nd I can__ seem to . . . not notice said hotness and sexiness.

If she__ thought the oncoming storm outside was crazy, it was nothing compared to what happened between her and Finn every time they so much as looked at each other.

Their gazes locked and held for a long beat, like maybe he was taking her pulse from across the room, absorbing the fact that she was drenched and breathless. The corners of his mouth twitched. She__ amused him again.