Her heart stopped. “Do you need help?”

“No, I’ve got it. We’ve been around this block before, more times than I can count.”

“But . . .” She ran her gaze down his body, letting it catch on the unmistakable bulge behind his button fly. “Now?”

“Yeah.” He ran the pad of his thumb along her jaw and kissed her again. “Thanks for giving me a taste of you,” he murmured against her mouth. “I already want another.”

And then he was gone, leaving her sitting there, mouth open, blinking like a land-locked fish at the open doorway he’d just vanished through.

“I want a taste of you too,” she said to the empty void he’d left behind. She looked around her at the steamy bathroom. “I don’t even know what just happened,” she told it.

But she totally did—she’d just complicated things even more. And in an irreversible way, too.

Dammit, she was supposed to be fun whispering him. Instead, she’d fun whispered herself!

Chapter 16

#MyBad

Finn took the stairs rather than wait for the elevator, and then jogged across the courtyard to the pub, his body practically vibrating with adrenaline.

He could still hear Pru’s soft, breathy, whimpery pants in his ear. She’d stilled for his touch like she’d been afraid it would all stop too soon.

She’d even begged him. Please, Finn, don’t stop . . .

If Sean hadn’t called, they’d have moved to her bed by now and be in the throes of round two.

Not once in the past eight years since his life had changed so drastically had he’d had such a wildly hot, crazy sex-capade, but Pru brought it out in him. There was no denying that he felt more alive when he was with her than he’d felt in . . . well, shit.

A fucking long time.

There’d been few opportunities when he was busy working 24/7 and trying to keep Sean on the straight and narrow.

But Pru had gotten under his skin, and like her, he wanted more. So much more. He wanted to know her secrets, the ones that sometimes put those shadows in her eyes. He wanted to know why she wanted to bring him fun and adventure, but didn’t seem to feel like she deserved it as well. He wanted to know what made her tick. And more than anything, he wanted to taste her again.

Every inch of her.

He wanted to see more of her and he had no idea how she felt about that. For the first time in he had no idea how long, he was thinking about more than the bottom line of the pub.

He was thinking about a future, with an adventurous, frustrating, warm, sexy woman he couldn’t seem to get enough of.

Skipping the crowded pub, he entered directly into his office, while thumbing through his email on his phone. “So what the hell’s so important that—” He broke off as a sound permeated through his thick skull—the soft sigh of a woman experiencing pleasure.

Sexual pleasure.

Jerking his head up, he took in the sight on his couch and whipped back to the door, which he slammed behind him. Grinding his back teeth into powder, he strode around the courtyard to the pub door and went directly to the bar.

Scott, the night’s bartender, started toward him but Finn waved him off and grabbed a shot glass to serve himself.

He was trying to lose himself in the happy sounds of the crowd around him, pouring a double when Sean appeared, shirtless, shoeless, buttoning his Levi’s.

Behind him was a tall, curvy blonde in a little sundress, her hair tousled, her high-heeled sandals dangling from her hand. Shooting Finn a wry smile, she turned to Sean, ran a hand up his chest and around his neck and leaned in to give him a lingering kiss. “Thanks for a good time, baby.” With a last lingering look in Finn’s direction, she padded out.

“Fuck,” Finn said.

“Exactly,” Sean said with a sated grin.

Finn shook his head and headed down the interior hallway to his office.

Sean followed.

“What the hell’s the matter with you?” Finn asked.

“Absolutely nothing.”

“I’m working real hard here at not chucking this shot glass at your head,” Finn said. “You want to come up with better than that and you want to do it quick.”

Sean blinked. “What the hell’s your problem? Why are you raining on my parade?”

“What the hell’s my problem?” Finn sucked in a breath for calm. It didn’t work. “You texted me that you had an emergency. I dropped everything and race over here to find you fucking some girl on the couch in my office.”

“I told you, you have the better office.”