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She picked up the mug and took another sip of the cold tea.
“Did we fight a lot . . . before? Did we ever hurt each other?” His question seemed weighted. Did he remember something?
“We argued just like any other couple. But it was never like this.”
“Oh,” he said, sounding discouraged.
“But you were never one for apologizing either. I like that about the new Finn.”
A small smile tipped the edge of his full lips. “What was the old Finn like?”
“He—you were a hard worker. You cared about your friends and family. You spent a lot of time tinkering in your garage. You’d work at The Shipwreck with me. We were perfectly in sync behind the bar together. We worked hard and had lots of fun in between. You always brought that to my life—a lightening of sorts. When everything got too heavy, you’d be there to carry some of the weight.” Her heart twisted. Could they have that again?
“Sounds like I was a good guy.”
“You were. And I know that you’re still in there. You’ve been through something traumatic, and it’s just gonna take some time.” She slipped her hand over his.
His attention moved to the connection. Flipping his palm over, he weaved his fingers in between hers. “How about we do something special today, just the two of us?”
Her belly flipped. Swallowing down the tiny flicker of hope that bubbled up, she asked, “Like what?”
His thumb traced over the soft flesh of her hand. “I scheduled a couple’s massage for us—a prenatal one for you. I figured since you’ve been under so much stress, and I noticed you’ve been in pain . . . I just . . . You work so hard, maybe too hard. I figured you could use something relaxing.”
Emotion welled in her chest. Gratitude and faith wound around her heart. Maybe, just maybe, Finn was finding his way back to her.
16
Charli
Two hours later, Charli lay on her side, naked under a sheet on a table next to Finn. Notes of lavender danced through her senses as soft, instrumental music and the sound of rushing water filled her ears. Strong, warm hands pressed into her skin, working out the kinks and buildup of stress she’d carried for the last few months.
“Mmm,” she moaned. God, that felt good. She was putty in the masseuse’s hands. Her limbs had been turned to jelly. It felt so good. She didn’t even mind the bits of oil now coating her hair as his nimble fingers pressed into her scalp. “Ohhhh, that feels so good.”
“Happy to help.” Tom, her masseuse, chuckled.
Charli glanced over to Finn’s table. The sheet was tucked into his boxer briefs, showing the two dimples on his lower waist. Dimples she’d run her tongue over countless times. His muscular back and arms were being kneaded by another masseuse, Julie. The yearning to replace the woman’s hands with her own hit her hard. The result of a decade of conditioning—every time she and Finn had had arguments in the past, they’d have make-up sex. Maybe that was why it felt as if they hadn’t resolved everything. She closed her eyes. She wanted to connect with him for more than just physical pleasure—though that would be welcomed too. No, she needed to be intimate with him to feel fully connected.
Tom pulled the sheet higher and pressed the warm material against her oil-slicked skin as Julie did the same to Finn.
“Alright. Take your time getting up. There is a water bottle for both of you on the table; be sure to hydrate really well today. Come on out when you’re ready, but no rush,” Tom said as he and Julie left the room.
Finn sat, his hands resting over his lap. His eyes were half-closed and groggy. “How was that?”
She smiled dreamily. As she tipped her head, stretching her neck, the sheet dropped. A rush of cool air blew across her bare breasts.
Finn’s eyes widened and darkened. There was no hiding the erection that rose under his blanket.
“I’d better get dressed,” she said, wanting him to stop her, wishing he’d make a move. Her nipples pebbled under his stare as he licked his lips. Gooseflesh sprinkled her body in awareness. She stood, letting the sheet slip away, leaving her in nothing but her underwear—a light pink silk thong. Bending to give him a good view of her ass, she plucked her leggings off the chair in the corner and slipped them on. His gaze burned her naked flesh.
She sucked in a breath as his body pressed against hers. Rough, calloused hands rested on her shoulders. A tiny moan slipped from her. Is this really happening? His hot exhale tickled the fine hairs on her neck, sending a bolt of lust rocketing through her. The flames of arousal licked her skin as his deep voice rumbled in her ear. “Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are?” Finn asked.
She closed her eyes, savoring the moment.
“This is what you do to me.” His cock pressed to her lower back, inciting swirls of desire spinning through her.
Charli spun around, her nipples grazing his chest. His lust-laden eyes were glued to hers. He trembled as she spread her hand over his stomach. The urge to reclaim some of what she’d lost nearly bowed her over. She stroked her hand over his cock. He hissed through his teeth. His hands gripped her shoulders hard enough to leave a bruise. It only fueled the fire blazing inside her.
“I could take care of that for you?” Charli rubbed her thumb over the head of his cock. It jerked.
