“You like?” he asked hotly against her ear.

“Just don’t stop.” Ever . . .

He didn’t. He swirled that roughly callused thumb in a very purposeful circle that was exactly the rhythm she needed, making her cry out his name as she came hard.

When she opened her eyes, his were hot and triumphant, and she wrapped her arms tight around his neck. “It was your turn to go first.”

“Always you first,” he said and melted her heart.

“I’m not sure that’s fair.”

He smiled. “Hell yeah, it is. I love watching you come for me.” He nipped her chin. “You say my name all breathy and you dig your nails into me. So fucking sexy, Pru.”

With a low laugh, she buried her face in his neck.

“That shouldn’t embarrass you,” he said. “Watching you come makes my world go around.”

At the thought, her body clenched around him and he groaned.

“Your turn now,” she whispered, and did it again.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Empowered, she gave him a little push until he leaned back in the chair. “You just sit there and look pretty,” she said. “Let me do the work now.”

He flashed her a sexy grin that almost made her come again before he leaned back, clearly one hundred percent good with giving her the reins and letting her have her wicked way with him.

She gave him everything she had, and in the end when he banded his arms around her, his head back, his face a mask of stark pleasure as he shuddered up into her, she felt herself go over again. With him. Into him . . .

It shocked her. A co-orgasm. An effortless co-orgasm. She didn’t realize it was a real thing. She’d honestly thought it was a myth, like unicorns and good credit ratings.

When she caught her breath and her world stopped spinning out of control she looked at him. Sprawled beneath her, head back, eyes closed, he had a smile on his face.

“Damn,” he said. “That just gets better and better.”

Dazed, she stood on shaky legs and began to rearrange her dress. “This isn’t anything like what I expected.”

He gave a sexy laugh. “Liar.”

She froze and looked at him.

“Admit it,” he said. “You’ve wanted me since day one. I sure as hell have wanted you since then.”

Laughing at her expression, he pulled her back onto his lap, cuddling her, kissing the top of her head. “You think too much, Pru.”

That was definitely also true. She rested her head against his chest and listened to his heartbeat, strong and steady.

“I’ve got something to say,” he murmured, his hands sliding down to palm and then squeeze her ass.

She wriggled a little bit, just to hear that low growl and feel his fingers tighten on her. But while his body was giving her one message, his words gave another.

“You helped Sean out and that means a lot to me,” he said.

She froze and lifted her head to look at him. “He told you? He didn’t have to do that.”

“I’m glad he did. I already knew you’re warm and sexy, funny and smart, but what you did, Pru, having his back like that—and by extension, my back as well—that told me everything I need to know about you.”

She shook her head. “Anyone would have—”

“No,” he said. “They wouldn’t. I’ve got my brother and a select core group of friends that would do anything for me, and that’s been it. But now I’ve got you too. Means a lot to me, Pru. You mean a lot to me.”

Oh God. “I feel the same,” she whispered. “But Finn, you don’t know everything about me.”

“I know what I need to.”

If only that was true. “Finn—” But before she could finish that statement, the one where she told him the truth, the one that would surely change everything and erase their friendship and trust and . . . everything, someone knocked on her door.

“Ignore it,” Finn said.

“Pru,” came a deep male voice from the other side of her door.

Jake.

Oh, God. Jake.

This was bad. Very, very bad. If Jake found Finn here with that look on his face, there’d be no holding back the storm. Jake had told her to tell Finn before things went too far, and when Jake told someone to do something, they did it.

But she hadn’t.

And things had gone far with Finn. Just about as far as a man and a woman could get . . .

She was in trouble. Big trouble. One of the problems with having a wounded warrior as a BFF is that he saw everything as a conflict to fix. She had no doubt he’d take one glimpse at them and very possibly butt his big nosy nose in and enlighten Finn himself.