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"Explain, Scarlett."
"If you're here, you'll realize that I'm a mess." Her gaze lands on her lap, her shoulders bouncing in a distressed shrug. "And then maybe you'll decide you don't want to spend time with me at all."
I sit quietly for a moment, processing this, not just her statement but the loneliness behind it. My poor little bookworm hasn't been treated nearly as well as she should have been if she believes for a single second that spending time with her isn't a fucking gift beyond measure. For the first time in years, my life has light and color. I've laughed more since I met her than I've ever laughed. I've smiled more since I met her than I've ever smiled.
For the first time in my life, I know happiness. Not contentment or a general sense of well-being, but happiness that seeps into every damn cell and courses through every vein. If she's a mess, she's exactly the mess my life needed.
"Fuck that," I growl, tipping her over backward and laying her out on the couch. I follow her over, pinning her sweet curves to the couch beneath me. I stretch out on top of her, sinking into her, my forehead pressed to hers. "You're my goddamn mess, Scarlett. You hear me? You'remine."
"Finn," she whispers.
"I love you."
Her breath catches in her throat again, hitching like it did the other day in the bookstore.
"I'm in love with you."
Tears brim in her eyes, threatening to overflow.
"Be a mess, pretty baby," I whisper, pressing my lips to hers. "I'll adore every perfect piece of you regardless. Ialreadyadore every damn piece of you. God, Scarlett. I've been wild for you since the moment I set eyes on you. I've been stalking the damn bookstore like a crazy man because I can't stand not being near you."
"I don't like it much either," she admits.
"Yeah? You miss me when I'm not there?"
"Like crazy." Her throat works as she swallows, those beautiful, watery eyes meeting mine. "You were the only person I wanted today when I saw him outside, Finn. I called you because I needed you. Because I knew you would get to me. Because…because I love you."
Her confession washes through me like a healing wind, soothing all those raw places. Only it doesn't ease the ache any at all. If anything, it sends my need for her skyrocketing. She has me at a disadvantage here. I'm supposed to be the one unraveling her, and yet she just changed my whole world with three little words.
"Is your aunt a heavy sleeper, pretty baby?" I ask.
"She sleeps with a mask that has built-in headphones. Why?"
I press my erection against her belly.
"Oh," she whispers, shivering in delight.
"I'm claiming what belongs to me tonight, pretty baby. And I want to hear you moaning my name while I'm doing it," I whisper against her lips. "But if you get too loud, I'll gag you."
"Finn," she moans.
I'm writing thank you cards to the authors she's had me reading. It's like they gave me cheat codes to her darkest desires and secret fantasies. And I've been a damn good student my entire life.
I brush my lips against hers in a soft kiss of promise, and then climb to my feet, pulling her up into my arms. Carrying her up the stairs to her room knowing that I'll be inside of her soon, fucking my kid into her, is a whole new kind of perfect.
Her room is on the third floor, all the way at the end of the hall. The purple walls should be overpoweringly girly, and yet they aren't. The room is calming and peaceful. An oasis of tranquility. Bookshelves surround the desk, built right into the wall. Even the sleigh bed piled high with throw pillows and the plush rugs covering the floor suits her. Everything is soft, made for comfort. It fits her well.
I close the door behind us, shutting out the rest of the world, and then place her on her feet. For a long moment, I just stare at her, not sure where to begin. Not because I'm a virgin—though I am—but because she's so fucking beautiful it's unreal. I want to touch every part of her at once, kiss every inch of her simultaneously. It's a damn shame I've only got two hands and one mouth when it means leaving so much of her unsatisfied.
"Come here," I order after a moment, unable to stand not having her in my arms for a moment longer.
Her hips sway as she walks toward me.
I pull her into my arms, dragging her into a kiss that leaves my cock throbbing. My hands slip beneath the hem of her shirt. Her skin is so soft and warm. She trembles at my touch, her whole body reacting to me. A rush of emotion courses through, as vast as the ocean and as bright as the sun.
"Pull your shirt off, Scarlett. Let me see what I've been dreaming about."
A pretty blush suffuses her cheeks, but she bravely reaches for the hem of her shirt. Her eyes lock with mine as she pulls it off over her head.
