Sometimes all a girl needs is a little practice...
It's been twelve months, three days, and eleven hours since accounting student Scarlett Logan made it past a second date. A pitcher of mojitos in hand, she employs her supreme graphing skills to narrow things down to one horrifying explanation. Kissing. Clearly someone needs to teach her how to kiss properly. Like, say, her best friend and roomie, Finn Mackenzie. He's safe, he's convenient, and yeah, maybe just a little gorgeous.
Finn knows exactly why Scarlett's boyfriends are disappearing quickly. Him. Not a single guy she's brought home is nearly good enough. And he'll be damned if he lets some loser give her "kissing lessons." No. He'll do the honors, thank you very much. The moment their lips touch, though, everything turns upside down. But Scarlett deserves the one thing Finn can't give her. And if he doesn't put an end to the sexy little shenanigans, he'll teach Scarlett the hardest lesson of all...heartbreak.
Once we reached his office, Finn pulled me inside and kicked the door closed. There was something very different going on with him. His entire body was tense, wired, as if ready for something.
He left the light off.
“Finn?” I said, tilting my head to try and get a read on him.
“I did it again.”
As my eyes adjusted to the dark, I could see the contours of his face in the moonlight glinting through the windows. He was at once familiar and foreign, and the combination was electric.
“Did what again?”
Apart from the muted sounds from the party at the end of the hall, the only sound in the room was his breathing, heavy and rasping.
“Interfered in your love life.” He took a step closer. “I promised not to, so I’m confessing. And apologizing.”
He didn’t sound in the least apologetic. He sounded fierce. Primal. I wanted to touch him, to feel all that surging power that was surrounding him like an aura, but I waited.
“How did you interfere?” I whispered.
“Someone wanted to ask you out and I told them not to.”
His eyes had no color in the dim light. They were dark, intense, and focused only on me—a heady sensation.
“Wrong question,” he practically growled.
A delicious shiver raced up my spine.
“What’s the right question?”
“Ask me why.”
He took another step closer, and I could feel the heat emanating from his body, feel his need filling the air around us.
“Ask me why I interfered this time, Scarlett.”
The word was not much more than a breath escaping, but it was all I could manage. My entire body buzzed with anticipation.
“Because I wanted to be the one to touch you.”
Another step, and he gently pressed me back against the wall with his body along mine.
“Because I’m the one that can barely sleep at night, knowing you’re just down the hall. In your bed. Practically naked.”
I might never sleep a wink again knowing he was in his bed thinking of me naked. His hands were still at his sides, the only place we were touching was the light press of his torso against me.
“Finn?” I rested my hands on his arms, felt his biceps clench at the contact. He drew in a shaky breath.
“I’m not mad that you interfered.”
My hands trailed from his biceps up to his shoulders then down over his back.
“You’re not?” he asked, his voice tight.
My hands reached his butt and I pulled him closer, sighing when I found him already hard.
“And you want to know something else?”
“Hell, yes,” he rasped and sucked my earlobe into his mouth, biting down softly. My knees buckled but his weight kept me pinned to the wall.
“I don’t care who it was.”
His breath was warm at my ear. “And why is that?”
“Because I want it to be you, too.” I lifted his hands and placed them on my breasts, shivering at the contact. “Touching me.”