Page 44 of Finn's Future

Still, I could feel his warmth. Every breath. Every shift.

The room suddenly felt too small, too quiet.

My pulse thudded painfully hard beneath my ribs while Finn stared straight at the ceiling, like looking at me would kill him.

“You don’t have to act like I’m gonna break,” I whispered eventually.

His head turned slowly towards me. Blue eyes locked onto mine in the soft morning light. There was heat there. The same look he’d given me the night before.

“I don’t think you’ll break,” he said.

My breath caught.

Finn swallowed hard once before adding, rougher, “I’m just not sure I can stop if I start.”

Every nerve in my body tightened. Suddenly, all I could think about was his mouth. His hands on me. The way he looked at me like holding himself back physically hurt.

“What if I’m tired of pretending I don’t want this too?”

Something in Finn snapped. He rolled towards me suddenly, one hand bracing beside my head while the other caught my waist gently but firmly.

Then his mouth crashed against mine and the kiss stole every thought from my head.

Hot. Desperate.

Like he’d been holding himself back for weeks and finally couldn’t anymore.

My fingers tangled into his hair automatically, pulling him closer as his body pressed against mine. A rough sound escaped him when I arched into him.

Finn kissed me deeper, slower, like he was trying to memorize the feeling instead of just survive it. His hand slid upmy side beneath my shirt, rough fingertips brushing against bare skin and sending heat racing through me.

I gasped into his mouth.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered roughly against my lips like he was already losing control.

My hands moved over his chest, feeling hard muscle and old scars beneath my fingertips. Finn groaned when I shifted beneath him, his forehead dropping briefly against mine while his hand tightened on my waist.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he rasped.

The honesty in his voice nearly undid me. I kissed him again before I could think too hard about it. His hand slid higher beneath my shirt and my breath caught sharply when his thumb brushed the underside of my breast. Every nerve ending in my body lit up.

“Kate,” he warned roughly, like saying my name was the only thing keeping him together.

I didn’t want him to be careful anymore.

I wanted him.

My fingers slipped lower, brushing the iron bar of him through his sweats and a broken groan left his throat.

Then, a loud wail shattered the room. Both of us froze.

Noah.

Finn dropped his forehead against my shoulder with a muttered curse while I burst into startled laughter beneath him.

Finn stayed exactly where he was for one dangerous second longer before dragging a hand down his face.

“That kid’s timing is terrible,” he muttered hoarsely.