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They had hugged before, but never like this. Not with chest and pelvis flush together.
Her embrace tightened one last time, then she pulled away slowly. She kept her face close to his, and her soft breath tickled his neck when she whispered, “Thank you. You always know just what to say to make me feel better.”
It was true. He remembered telling her how beautiful she was when a scared little girl needing something to smile about. But tonight, saying those same words, they took on a whole different meaning. Tonight, those words were never more true.
Her nose grazed his with her retreat. When she stood only a breath away, their eyes met. His pants grew tight across the zipper at the sight of her pink tongue swiping her bottom lip. He couldn’t help it. The feel of her in his arms had been too overwhelming to ignore.
She lowered her eyes and her palm brushed over the book she held in her hands. Silence fell between them as she opened the cover and flipped through the pages. When the colored sheets stopped on their own, he focused on the chapter heading.
Male fantasy number three. The Shy Siren.
This particular fantasy was very fitting. Right now, the Veronica standing before him wasn’t the shy, unassuming girl he’d known forever. This Veronica was a devil just waiting to be set loose on the first man who paid attention.
“What are you doing with this book, V? It’s just…so not you.”
Her expression hardened and she let out a heavy breath. “Admit it. You think I’m a straitlaced dweeb who doesn’t know a penis from a finger.”
Finn had to suppress his laugh at her example. “I don’t think that.”
“You think I’m shy. Inexperienced,” she accused.
He had offended her. He heard it in the tone of her voice and tense way she fidgeted.
Defiance blazed back at him through the fiery brown depths of her eyes. She grabbed his hand and pulled him farther into the alley. They ducked into a small alcove. She grabbed a rusty old metal chair and patted the seat.
He obliged hesitantly. “Veronica, what are you—”
She silenced him when she took off her coat and rested it on the ground on top of her bag, along with the book of seduction.
That same confidence she’d had on stage manifested itself again. The Sexy Siren had returned, and Finn had a sinking feeling she was going to make him eat his words.
“Does it turn you on? Thinking about how fearless I might be in bed?” She lowered the zipper of her skirt to just below her waist, and lifted her leg, resting her foot on a cardboard box—giving him a perfect view of the area between her legs. She ran her fingers from the strap of her heel to her supple thigh, where she fiddled with the lace band of her stocking.
“Does it turn you on thinking about how that little girl you used to know could bring you to your knees now?”
Holy shit. This was not the conversation he needed to be having with his best friend’s little sister. It was completely inappropriate, especially considering the fantasy she was spinning was something he’d always wanted to do. What man didn’t relish being taken by surprise in the bedroom?
He tensed, squirming in his seat, trying his best to balance on the small metal chair barely holding his body weight. “What turns me on doesn’t matter.”
Why was she talking about turning him on? Why was she taking this conversation to a place he knew was wrong?
But despite the questions and hesitation going on in his brain, the lower half of his body didn’t feel the same way.
She sauntered over to him, taking strong, confident steps in her fuck-me heels. She leaned forward, her breasts spilling out from her bustier, and he groaned. She grabbed the outside of his legs and pushed them together, straddling him, pressing her body closer to his face. She smelled like sweat and citrus.
Her body lowered, and her ass made contact with his lap as she pulled up her skirt. The scant fabric of her thong had moved, and it hugged the plump lips of her sex. He turned his gaze away, not wanting to stare, but she grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her. The whisper of his name was the last thing he heard before she closed the distance and pressed her lips to his. And even though it was August, the sky lit up like it was the Fourth of July.
Her lips were soft, heavenly, even better than he had imagined. And she knew how to use them. She bit his bottom lip and pulled. Christ, he loved that. She was showing signs of kink, and was quickly becoming a woman he could let loose with. Someone he trusted more than anyone to meet his demands and certain…proclivities he had in the bedroom. A woman he had yet to meet. Or had he…?
She moaned against his lips and he remembered who he was with, and what he was doing. He grabbed her arms and pushed her away. Her chest heaved and her lips were wet and plump from kissing him. Sexy as hell. But this was not a road they should be going down.
/> “You were right about the siren,” she confessed in a husky whisper. “I have so much passion dying to escape. So much need. And no one to share it with.” She slipped her hands around his neck again and played with the wisps of hair at his nape.
Have mercy. This girl was dipping her sexy stilettos into dangerous territory.
“Do you have fantasies, Finn?”
He had a shitload, but this was the first time he could actually check one off the list. Two, rather. Tonight he’d gotten two checks.
