Page 29 of Unsteady: How to Fail at Flirting
“You’re crazy for this.”
He circles his arms around my waist as I lean in to kiss him. “I want you to know this isn’t normal. I don’t spend money on myself. I don’t buy extravagant gifts for people. I’ve been a saver all my life. But when I met you, and we had that conversation about taking vacations, I realized I’d never had one. It’s not that I can’t take them. I just don’t. And I decided then and there that there’s no point in holding on to millions if I have no one to enjoy that with.”
I shake my head. “That vacation conversation was less than five minutes, and it changed your whole perspective?”
He presses a soft, licking kiss to my mouth, nipping at my bottom lip. “Yep.”
“I’m sorry. Did you say millions?”
Another kiss, this one deeper, more intense. “Yep.”
“You talked me into taking the afternoon off to go on a date without calling it a date, didn’t you?”
“Are you mad?”
A shiver runs through me. How could I be mad? I’d have to be an idiot. But he’s seriously worried.
“No.”
“Good. You’re my strawberry.”
I nip his lip in return. “I can’t move to Charlotte.”
“You don’t have to. I’m moving here permanently. My realtor is already putting my house at Lake Norman up for sale.”
At the mention of the most expensive real estate in possibly the entire state, my jaw drops. “You can’t do that!”
“It’s done. Unless you want me to keep it. We can visit on weekends.”
I’m having a hard time processing all this information. “These are married people’s discussions. Not boyfriend/girlfriend discussions.”
He smiles. “So, does that mean you’re my girlfriend?”
I have to think about that. “Once again, I think you tricked me.”
“Are you mad?”
Without another word, I take Finn’s hand and lead him down the hall to my room.
I sit on the bed. “Do I look mad?”
I tease him a little by spreading my legs a bit.
He smiles.
My yellow sundress rides up my legs, and I notice where his eyes go.
The ceiling fan whips up a slight breeze, making me shiver.
But I’m also shivering because Finn has that look about him.
He comes down to his knees in front of me, his gaze on mine. I inch my dress higher on my thigh, but he gently pushes my hands aside and pulls it up himself.
The first touch of his lips against my thighs is like lightning.
Pleasure ripples over my skin and spreads out to my limbs, even into my fingers and toes.
My inner muscles flutter involuntarily, and he groans.
