Page 57 of The Best Friend Problem
Her very smart friends.
She turned to face Finn and repeated her earlier statement. “I’m horny, and it’s your fault.”
His eyebrows pinched together. “Okay. What do you want me to do about it?”
“Me.”
“Huh?”
Ugh! Men could be so dense.
“Me. I want you to do me. I want to have sex. Again. With you.” Best to clarify since his cognitive skills seemed to be running a little behind tonight.
Now his dark blond brows rose, climbing up his forehead as her demand sank in.
“You want to have sex? With me?”
“No, with Trevor Noah. I thought you could introduce us.”
He grinned at the mention of her Hollywood crush, who he in no way knew or could introduce her to.
“Smartass.”
“Seriously, Finn.” She sighed, dropping all pique. “I don’t know if it’s the baby hormones, or if once wasn’t enough, or… The itch is still there. I just want you again. Do you still want me?”
He crossed the small space between them in less than two long strides. She had to tilt her head back to gaze up into his handsome face. His bright gaze burned with the same hunger, the same fire she’d seen the first time they were together.
First and hopefully not last.
Because she really, really wanted more. But the question was, did he?
“I want you, Pru.” He cupped her cheek in his hand.
Hallelujah!
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that night since it happened. We were good together.” His other hand came up to rest low on her belly. “Maybe a little too good.”
She laughed, placing her hands over his on her stomach. Something warm and sharp, having nothing to do with the sexual need burning deep inside, filled her chest. She pushed the strange emotion away. This wasn’t about feelings. Well, it was, but not those kind. This was about physical pleasure. Nothing more.
“I don’t want to confuse anything.” He spoke the words softly. At her raised brow, he chuckled. “Any more than it already is.”
“But you want me.” A statement, not a question, since he’d just said so a moment ago.
His smile dimmed, his mouth firming the way it did when he denied himself something he wanted. Her. It dawned that what he wanted was her, and he’d been denying himself. Why?
The reasons were obvious. They were friends, she was pregnant—with his kids—and she knew he didn’t want to pile more onto her already full plate. Finn never pushed his wants on others. He was always the one who took care of everyone else, regardless of what he desired.
That was changing. Right now.
Stepping back, she tugged her sweatshirt over her head, letting it drop to the floor. She stood there in nothing but her leggings, delighting in the ravenous heat burning in Finn’s eyes as he stared at her unfettered breasts.
“You’re topless.”
“Thanks for the update.” She glanced pointedly at his naked chest. “Thought I’d join the club.”
He grinned at her joke. “You’re making it awfully hard to be a gentleman, Pru.”
“I didn’t come here for a gentleman. I came here for sex.”
