Please don’t say I didn’t get it.
Please don’t say I didn’t get it.
Please don’t say I didn’t get it.
“We really liked your application, and we want to offer you the opportunity to come in for an interview. Would tomorrow at three work?”
Did the Tin Man have a metal cock? Hell yes three would work.
Finn’s elbow jabbing at her suggested she hadn’t actually answered the woman waiting patiently at the other end of the phone.
“I’d love to. Thanks so much.”
“We’ll email you the address.”
“Yes ma’am. Have a good day.”
“You too.”
Molly stared at the screen as Bella hung up. Had it really happened? Was she a step closer to becoming a play-by-play commentator for ESPN?
“Wow.” She met Finn’s eyes, they were warm and rich with pride.
He pursed his lips and jerked his chin. “Is this where I say I told you so?”
“I got an interview.” Her voice was a whisper.
His grin grew. “You got an interview.”
“I got an interview!” With Liam the llama clasped in one hand, she flung her arms around Finn’s neck with a squeal.
Finn’s arms banded around her back before he picked her up and swung her around, making her squeal even louder. When he stopped spinning her, she slid down his body, landing on unsteady feet. Chest heaving, adrenaline pumping, and all sense of rational thought leaving her body with every weighted breath she licked her lips.
His hands flattened against her back and he lowered his head to hers.
Her pulse kicked up.
His heated stare flickered between her lips and her eyes.
Need pooled low in her belly.
His breath tickled her face as she rolled onto her toes to meet his lips, but instead of the mind-blowing, life-altering kiss she expected, her ankle smarted and she swayed. She fisted his shirt before she knocked her elbow against the wing mirror of her car with a thud.
“Shit.” Ignoring the throbbing in her funny bone, she stared into Finn’s soul. His nod was so slight, so small, she was almost convinced she’d imagined it until his hand pressed against the small of her back. She righted herself and glided her hand from his chest up over the curve of his shoulder, slipping her fingers into his hair.
He inched his face closer to hers, their lips so close the wing of a butterfly couldn’t fit between them. There was no going back once they crossed the line but the need to have her lips on his drove her forward. She sucked in a steading breath. Every inch of her skin tingled. Her hard nipples brushed against his firm chest with every rise and fall of their synched breaths.
A deafening wail pierced their blissful bubble. She jumped back from Finn like he was on fire and she was lighter fluid. A car alarm screeched somewhere close by. As heat rose in her cheeks, she smacked at her pockets. Producing the keys from her jeans pocket, she pressed on the unlock button, again and again but it didn’t silence the squalling alarm.
“It’s not your car, Molly.” He touched her arm and she gasped, snapping it away like his touch burned her. In many ways it did.
She tried to say “I should go,” but nothing came out. She might have grunted, but by the time words filtered back into her mouth, she had already slammed and locked her car door behind her.
She needed to flee the scene of the crime. Almost crime. Distance from Hottie O’Brien would bring her brain back online, and with any luck hit the kill switch for the throbbing mess in her panties.
She tossed Liam onto the seat next to her, taking a moment to right him before she started the car, put it in drive, and pulled out of the space. In the rearview, Finn leaned against the side of his car, cheeks flushed, eyes dark, and arms folded. Was his heart thundering as violently as hers was? Did his stomach feel heavy while his chest soared? She hadn’t even kissed him and her body was a freakin’ light show of contradictions and sensations and emotions. How the hell could she ever look him in the eye again?
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