Embarrassment crawls up my neck as I try to step back, but he doesn’t let me go. Instead, he bends and picks me up slightly, moving us inside and shutting the door with his heel. Then he walks us backwards and drops the flowers on my sofa.
One arm remains around my waist, holding me up, while his other hand moves to frame my face. His eyes glow with intensity, sending a chill down my spine.
“You look amazing.”
“Thanks.”
“Completely worth the wait.”
“What wait?”
He doesn’t answer as he places small kisses along my jawline then sets me back on my feet. He reaches for the flowers and hands them to me.
“More flowers?” I give him a small smile.
“New week, new flowers.”
“You’re going to spoil me.”
“That’s the plan.” He runs his thumb over my cheek. “Something tells me you deserve to be spoiled.”
My heart squeezes tight in my chest, and I know what my subconscious has been telling me for the last few weeks. Simon sent Finn to me.
“What’s going on in your head?” Finn lifts my chin to face him.
“Nothing,” I lie, deciding it’s too far-fetched to tell him that my brother sent me a message about meeting him days before he died.
“Let me get these in water.” I lift the bouquet. “Would you like something to drink?”
He searches my face and then shakes his head. “No, babe, I think it may be a better idea to get out of here while I still have some restraint.”
I giggle and go to the kitchen, arranging the flowers in a new vase. He comes up behind me, places his hands on my hips, and lowers his chin to my shoulder.
“I lost you for a second back there. I know this is new for both of us, but don’t be afraid to tell me what’s on your mind.”
I twist into him and place my hands to his chest. “I know that, Finn. For an instant, Simon’s face filled my mind, and he was smiling. He was smiling at the thought of you spoiling me.”
Finn’s expression softens at my semi-confession. “The way I see it, anyone would be lucky for the opportunity to show you how special you are.”
“You really are a sweet talker.”
“Only for you.” He kisses me again, but this time, it’s much softer and slower than earlier.
I whimper when he pulls back and nibbles on my lower lip.
“We need to leave if we’re going to make our reservation.”
“Okay, I’d hate to miss our reservation.”
“Babe, I don’t give two shits about dinner right now. If I had my choice, you’d be my appetizer, dinner, and dessert. But the way you look tonight deserves to be shown off, so I’ll reel it in for the next few hours. Know, with each bite I take, I’ll be wishing it was you.”
Searing heat sizzles through every nerve in my body. My thighs quiver as I try to remain upright. It’s on the tip of my tongue to suggest we cancel dinner, but the little voice in the back of my head urges me to be patient.
Without leaving my house, this has already been the best date of my life.
Chapter 10
Finn