“Do you have any fucking idea how excruciating the past week has been?” He sounds irritated. “How many times I almost got into my car to drag your stubborn ass back home?”
My mind starts racing.
He missed me.
He missed me.
He was just too much of a stubborn ass himself to admit it. He’s inching closer, seeking another kiss, when I stretch my arm out to push him away.
“Then why are you such a dick?” I spit, throwing his behavior in his face. “You did everything you could to convince me you didn’t care. Why?”
“Because I didn’t want to care,” he snaps, regret lacing every word. I’m baffled by his reasoning. That’s why he pushed me away every chance he got?
To convince himself he didn’t care?
“God, Dia, you drive me fucking insane.” He leans in, guiding his lips to my neck and sucking on the sensitive spot beneath my collarbone. “I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. All I can do is think about you. And fuck, I’m tired. I’m tired of hiding.” My head falls back at the sensation, and it takes all I have not to surrender to him again.
Memories of the vile words he said to me invade my brain, the countless daggers he drove through my chest hard to ignore.
“Not good enough.” I attempt to move out from under him, but he’s not having it, trapping my arms on each side of my head and keeping me anchored to the rug.
“What do you want me to say?” The desperation in his tone makes me so happy it should be illegal. “That I’m an asshole? That I don’t deserve you? Fine, I don’t.” He rests his forehead against mine, breathing heavily. “I don’t deserve you, Diamond Mitchell. I don’t deserve your compassion. I don’t deserve those big, brown eyes. Or that smart fucking mouth. I don’t deserve any of you.”
“No, you don’t.” I choke, wiggling to free myself again, which results in Finn tightening his hold on me.
“But I want to try!” he blurts.
I blink up at him in shock.
“I want to try to be worthy of you. I… Fuck, just let me try.”
His mouth is on mine before I can argue, his tongue peeking between my teeth and stripping me of all my defenses. He kisses me like he’s taking an oath, making me a promise with his mouth.
I pull away. “They’re just words, Finn.”
“Then let me show you.” There’s something about the way he says it. A hint of danger. I tense up when his fingers travel down my stomach, leaving a trail of goose bumps behind and stopping near the button of my jeans.
He’s undoing my zipper in no time, dragging slow kisses all over my stomach and hip bones. I gasp when he tugs on my jeans, yanking them down my legs swiftly.
“I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry,” he chants, repeating his plea over and over as his fingers snake up my thigh toward my red thong. Shivers scatter down my spine when he spreads my legs wide open and presses his mouth to my center.
His mouth is hot, heavenly, as he licks me up and down over the fabric, applying more and more pressure to my clit and soaking my underwear.
From there, I’m a goner.
“You want my forgiveness?” I bite back a moan.
His eyes snap up to me.
“Then earn it.”
At first, he’s shocked, but his surprise is quickly replaced with a cunning smirk. I know he heard me loud and clear the second I look down and see raw desire and determination staring back at me.
“Yes, ma’am.”
What did I just get myself into?
I’m confident the neighbors heard me moan when he nudges my panties down my legs in one go and licks me up and down, minus the barrier. He starts slow, barely flicking my clit with his tongue, and I whine, my body contracting with need.