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He cracks a hint of a smile. “I didn’t tell her anything.”
“Then how did she—”
My heart does a full three-sixty when Finn fills the space between us and shoves my body against the wine rack again, this time with entirely different intentions.
Heat rushes to my cheeks, the sinking feeling in my stomach paralyzing me. This feels final. Like whatever escape route I had before just went up in flames.
Finn shocks me by grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling—not hard enough for it to hurt, but hard enough to nudge my head forward. Then he positions himself near my earlobe, his hot breath tickling my skin, and whispers, “She knew your name because I fucking moaned it.”
Pretty sure my soul leaves my body right then.
“You what?”
There’s no way.
No way Finn really said that to me.
Did I imagine it?
The answer becomes clear when he pulls away.
“You heard me,” Finn grits through his teeth. He sounds angry at himself. Like he’s sick of fighting a war he’s bound to lose. “You were the one in my fucking head while I was blowing inside another girl.”
My jaw crashes to my feet.
“It was your perfect fucking mouth wrapped around my cock, your innocent eyes looking up at me. Because it’s always you these days. It’s. Always. Fucking. You.” He stresses every word, staring me dead in the eyes before saying, “Is that what you wanted to hear?”
I’m floored.
No better word for it.
“You’re disgusting.” The lie makes my vocal cords ache.
“I asked you a question.” Finn lets go of my hair, bracing his palm against the wine rack behind me and caging me in.
We’re so close his lips would graze mine if I just nudged my head forward. He smells as good as the night he found me in his bed, and he’s just as devastatingly beautiful, but there is one major difference.
He’s not the only one I’m scared of anymore.
I’m scared of myself, too.
“I said, is that what you wanted to hear?” he urges, his gaze falling to my lips for a moment that pushes me dangerously close to the edge.
God, I want to kiss him.
I want to kiss him so bad.
What’s wrong with me?
“It is, I can tell.” Finn flashes a satisfied smirk, and my ego slams the brakes.
“How can you be so sure?”
His confidence doesn’t waver one bit.
Then he finishes me off.
“Because you’re parting your fucking legs for me.”
