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I liked saying stuff like that because it always made his ears turn pink at the tips.
Not that he’d admit it.
Grinning when his ears flushed, I tweaked the lobe of one. "I love you."
The warmth in his eyes was everything. He told me he loved me there first, silently, before rasping, "I love you too, Aoife." He dropped his chin and pressed a kiss to my temple. “You’re the gorgeous one.”
His hands settled on my stomach, which was flat for the moment, but his gaze roamed over my face, to my wild hair, and then to the mess I’d made with the flour I could feel dusting my cheeks and the cocoa that was undoubtedly sprinkled all over my clothes. The most wicked of grins creased his lips as he took me in.
With Aela’s footsteps and a hollered, “Aoife, you in the kitchen, babe?” in the background, Finn whispered in my ear, “I’d fuck you hard against that counter if I hadn’t made plans, baby. Show you how tired I’mnotwhere your pussy’s concerned. Lick you up like you’re the cookie dough—”
My cheeks burned even though I was used to him saying stuff like that, but each noisy step Aela made as she stomped down the hall acted like a ticking clock.
“It’s brownie batter.”
He blinked at me. I blinked back.
“Lick you up like you’re the brownie batter,” I corrected, unsurprised when he burst out laughing.
“Jesus, Finn, calm the fuck down,” Aela sniped as she finally made it into the kitchen, but she had a phone in her hand, and I heard the clicks as she took photos.
I twisted around to shoot her a wry grin and saw she’d brought a big bag that was covered in paint.
I arched a brow at her, and she muttered, “He’s next.”
“Next?”
“For Lena’s portraits. I’m still working on Declan’s, but I thought I could creep on your photos of him so I can choose his positioning for when I’m ready to start.”
Finn’s laughter quickly morphed into a groan. “If you think I have time to pose for a painting—”
“You’ll make time,” I informed him. “Aela, can you make two? I want one.”
She peered down her nose at me. “How many brownies do I get in return?”
“An endless supply?” I swept the platter of less-than-stellar brownies off the counter and hovered it under her nose. “Starting with this batch.”
Aela snagged one, took a bite, and her eyes grew big in her face as she chewed. “Oh. My. God.”
“That bad?” I grimaced. “They’re not right, but I thought they were edible—”
“That’s the best thing I’ve ever put in my mouth. Seriously. Don’t tell Declan that.”
Finn snorted. “Bet your ass I’ll tell him that if it means you make Conor sit for a portrait next and not me.”
She took another bite, pointedly ignoring him. “What kind of fucking crack is this?”
I stared at the brownies. “I didn’t think they were that great.”
“Let me be the judge.” Finn snagged a piece for himself and took a bite. His eyes did the same thing Aela’s did. “Jesus, baby, she’s right. Did you put coke in them?”
Snorting, I told him, “I hope not considering I run a family-friendly establishment.”
He carried on chewing. “This is why I have to work out three hours a day.”
“If you have time for that, you have time for me to take sketches of you so I can paint you twice,” Aela groused, but she talked as she ate which made me laugh because she snagged another brownie. Finn made me laugh too—he flipped her the bird.
Still smiling, I peered down at the unassuming batch. “I thought they were bland.”
