Her breathy voice spoke straight to his dick. It twitched in his pants and Finn shifted in a bid to prevent it from growing hard. More moaning.
Should he stop? Absolutely. Was he going to?
He knocked again, harder, before pushing the door open. He popped his head around and cleared his throat. “Molly?”
Molly’s foot was propped up on cushions, ice pack draped over her ankle. She had a laptop and a vibrator sitting next to her, and her hand was up her shirt. Her hair was loose around her face, her cheeks were flushed, and her signature red lips were au naturale. She looked incredible. So. Fucking. Hot. His dick twitched again.
“Finny!” She jerked her hand from under her shirt and stopped the video on the laptop. Her already pink cheeks darkened.
“Are you watching porn right now?”
She shrugged but wouldn’t meet his gaze.
So. Fucking. Hot.
Don’t shrink. Let your freak flag fly, Miss Molly…
“Too medicated to do much else.”
“Mustn’t be all that good. You don’t even have your hand in your pants.”I wanna be in your pants.
She sighed and snapped the laptop shut, placing the vibrator on top of it. “What can I say? Porn has gotta touch me before I touch myself.”
He snorted. He loved how comfortable she was with her sexuality.
“What’s up?” She patted the bed next to her, but her body was rigid.
He hesitated, but eased himself onto the edge of the bed so they faced each other but didn’t touch. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a stick of lip balm, and handed it to her.
“Huckleberry lip balm? What’s this for?”
He shrugged. What seemed like a good idea on the way over, was suddenly feeling dumb as rocks. “I brought snacks. Figured you might wanna watch a movie, or play a game or something.”
Her brows knitted together in a deep frown. “Why?”
Hooking a thumb over his shoulder he chuckled. “Figured you’d be laid up and bored out of your mind. Thought you might want some company. But if you’d rather get back to your…” He cleared his throat. “Recreational viewing… I can go.”
She shook her head, twisting open the tube of lip balm and applying it to her lips with a loud pop. Giving her lip balm was a terrible idea. He couldn’t look away.
“Have you heard from Ms. Deconstructed Tacos?”
Something about her tone was different. Was she jealous? Her eyes were glued to the small tube in her hand as she put the lid back on.
“I haven’t.” He sighed. “We’re oil and water. It wasn’t a good fit. And my griefcase is way too big for someone like her.”
“Surely you could make up for that with other things that are big.” The woman was shameless, staring straight at his crotch – and the traitorous thing fucking responded. She bit the inside of her cheek, clearly fighting a smile.
“I never got around to wowing her with my attributes.”
She met his gaze. “No?”
He shook his head. “Wasn’t feeling it.”She wasn’t you.
“You’ve been off your game lately.” Ms. Morrison was fishing. His heart picked up speed.
He wasn’t ready to go there. “Have you applied for the ESPN internship yet?”
She folded her arms.
