Sweet Little Lies: Heartbreaker Bay Book 1 (29 page)

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

She narrowed her eyes.

Finn did his best to squelch his smile and failed. “I told you he’d be fine.”

“Uh huh.”

His laugh drifted over her. “I’m guessing that this time you really are cold instead of just pretending to be.”

She looked down at her shirt. Yep, plastered to her
torso and gone sheer to boot, making her look more naked than she would be without a stitch of clothing. She narrowed her eyes at him but he just kept smiling. So she took a step toward him with the intention of wrapping her very wet self around him until he was just as wet as she.

But he dodged her and held up a hand. “Now let’s not get crazy—”

She flung herself at him. Just took a running step and a flying leap.

He was a smart enough man to catch her, and in spite of the fact that it meant she drenched him with seawater, he hauled her in and held her close.

“Got you,” he said, and melted away her irritation in a single heartbeat. Because he always did seem to have her, whether it was soothing her after
she’d
hit
him
with a dart, or when she’d been upset about her grandpa, or sick with food poisoning . . . He had her. Always.

It was as simple and terrifying as that.

Finn
bundled both the wet dog and the even wetter woman into his car. He pulled a blanket from his emergency kit and tucked it around them.

“I’m f-fine,” Pru said, teeth chattering, lips blue.

Uh huh. In other words, “back off, Finn.” Not likely. But he wasn’t surprised at the attempt. Every time they got too close she seemingly regretted their time together.

He regretted nothing. Not the way she’d felt in his arms and not the way he’d felt in hers. From the beginning, there’d been a shocking sense of intimacy between them, one that had momentarily stunned him, but he’d gotten over it quickly.

He wanted even more but he was smart enough to know a reticent woman when he saw one. She was still unsure. She needed more time.

And he’d already made the decision to give it to her.
“Your teeth are going to rattle right out of your head,” he said, cranking up the heat, aiming the vents at her.

Clearly freezing, she didn’t utter a word of complaint. Instead she seemed much more concerned that he would skip the afore-promised pizza. “It takes calories to keep yourself warm,” she said. “Pepperoni and cheese calories. A lot of them.”

“I’ll call it in and have it delivered while you shower,” he assured her.

“No!” She paused, clearly searching for a reason to ditch him. “Lefty’s won’t deliver.”

“Then we can call Mozza’s,” he said.

She managed a derisive snort in between shivers. “Mozza’s isn’t real pizza.”

“Okay.” He pulled into the back lot of Lefty’s. “Stay here, I’ll just run in and get it real quick.”

But she was right behind him, emergency Mylar blanket wrapped around her and all.

Waiting in line, he slid her a look. “You didn’t trust me to pick the right pizza.”

“Not even a little bit.”

Lefty was taking orders himself, he loved people. Smiling broadly at Pru, he said, “Hey there, cutie pie. What happened, you get pitched overboard? Not a good day for a swim, it’s kinda brisk.”

“Don’t I know it,” she muttered. “I had to save Thor. Life or death situation.”

Finn grinned and Pru turned a long look his way, daring him to contradict her story.

Finn lifted his hands in surrender and Lefty went brows up. “Sensing a good story here. Someone start talking.”

“Would
love to,” Pru said. “But you’ve got a long line waiting, so—”

“They’ll wait.” Lefty set his elbows on the counter and leaned in. “Is it as good as you trying to kill our boy here with a dart?”

She whirled on Finn. “You know that was an accident! You’ve been telling people I tried to kill you?”

Lefty laughed. “Nah, he didn’t say a word. Never does. Willa told me. Oh and Archer’s guys too, Max and the scary-looking one with the tattoo on his skull.”

Pru smacked her forehead. “How is it possible that the people in our building gossip more than a bunch of guys in a firehouse?”

“Don’t you mean a bunch of girls in junior high?” Lefty asked.

“No,” she said, glowering. “Girls have got nothing on guys when it comes to gossip.” She sent a long look at Finn, daring him to disagree.

“One hundred percent true,” he said and paid for their food. And then because she seemed skittish about going back to her place, he brought her and Thor to his.

As they got out of the car, Pru muttered something that sounded an awful lot like “just keep your clothes on and you’ll be fine.”

Finn hid his grin. “Problem?” he asked her.

She scowled. “Just hungry.”

He let them inside. His phone buzzed an incoming call from Sean and he turned to Pru. “Help yourself to my shower to get warmed up.”

When she’d shut herself in his bathroom, he answered his phone.

“We’re filled to capacity,” Sean said.

“Great.
And?”

“And,” Sean said, sounding irritated. “We need you.”

“You’re fully staffed. The pub doesn’t need me.”

There was a silence, during which Finn could hear Sean gnashing his teeth together. “Okay, I need you,” he finally said, not sounding all that happy about the admission. “There’s a bachelorette party here and the bridesmaids are
insane
, man. They’ve pinched my ass twice. I’ve also got a birthday party for some guy who’s like a hundred and he’s got a bunch of old geezers with him and they’re doing shots. What if one of them ups and croaks on us? And then there’s the fact that Rosa’s sick and says she has to go home early. Code for her boyfriend doesn’t have to work tonight and she wants to go see him.”

Finn heard the shower go on down the hall. He hadn’t had a woman here in this house . . . ever. Not once. The relationships in his life had all been short-lived ones, all existing away from home. He tended to keep his personal life out of his sex life.

And his personal life hadn’t been a priority, in any sense of the word. His brother and the pub had been his entire world for a damn long time, which meant that Pru had been right when she’d told him that first night in the bar that he hadn’t been living his life. It had been living him.

He wanted to change that. He wanted what he’d been missing out on. He wanted a relationship.

And he wanted it with Pru.

“Are you even listening to me?” Sean asked, clearly pissy now. “I need you to get your ass down here and help me with this shit.”

“No,”
Finn said. “You’re in charge.”

“But—”

“Figure it out, Sean,” Finn said and disconnected. He filled a bowl of water for Thor, and since the little guy was looking a little waterlogged, he wrapped him up in a blanket and made him comfortable on the couch.

Thor licked Finn’s chin and closed his eyes, and was snoring in thirty seconds flat.

“If only your owner was as easy to please,” Finn said.

Thor smiled in his sleep and then farted.

Pru stood under Finn’s heavenly shower until she’d thawed. Then she wrapped herself up in one of his large, fluffy towels and went looking for him, hoping he had a pair of sweats she could wear while her clothes dried.

She found Thor asleep in the middle of Finn’s comfy-looking couch. The sliding glass door was open so she left the dog to his nap and poked her head out. The deck there was small and cozy and completely secluded by the two stucco walls on either side.

There was a tiny table, two chairs, and an incredible view of Cow Hollow, and beyond it, the Golden Gate Bridge and the bay.

Finn came out. She heard him set the pizza and drinks on the table and then he came up behind her where she stood hands on the railing staring out at the view. His hands covered hers. She could feel the warmth of his big body seeping into her. And something else. Hunger. Need. He always invoked those emotions in her, and if she was being honest, far more too. “I was hoping to borrow some of your clothes,” she managed.

“Anything.”

He
had her caged in and she liked it. When he lowered his head to nuzzle the side of her throat, she nearly turned into a happy little kitten and began to purr.

“I like you like this,” he said huskily. “Just warm, soft, delicious, naked woman in my towel.”

“How do you know I’m naked under here?” she heard herself ask daringly.

Taking the challenge, he slid a hand up her thigh, letting out a low, sexy, knowing laugh when she squeaked.

“
Clothes
,” she demanded.

“Sure.” But instead of backing off, he lifted a hand to point to Fisherman’s Wharf, where if she squinted, she could just make out Jake’s building. “Sometimes I stand right here and look for you,” he said.

She closed her eyes and let her body follow its wishes, which meant she rested her head back against his chest.

Finn brushed the hair from the nape of her neck and slid his mouth across the sensitive skin there, giving her a full body shiver of the very best kind.

“You always smell so damn good,” he murmured against her skin, his mouth at her jaw now while his hands slid over her body, revving her engines, firing up all her cylinders. “And now you smell like me. Love that. You make me hungry, Pru.”

“Good thing we have pizza,” she said breathlessly.

“It’s not pizza I’m hungry for.” His hands skimmed over her towel-covered breasts, skipping her nipples which were dying for his attention.

She made a little whimper of protest and felt him smile against her neck.

“You’re
teasing me,” she accused.

“No, if I was teasing you, I’d do something like this . . .” And he dragged hot, openmouthed kisses down her throat, his hands continuing to tease until she whimpered in frustration. “
Finn
.”

“Tell me.”

Stay strong, Pru. “I need you,” she whispered. “I need you so much.”

“Right back at you, Pru.” And then he whipped her around and lifted her up onto the rail. “Hold on tight,” he said against her throat.

Not having a death wish, she threw her arms around his neck. This had the towel loosening on her. But left with the choice of holding onto it or Finn, she did what any red-blooded, sex-starved woman would do—she let the towel fall.

Finn kissed her and then pulled back just enough to take a good, long look at her, letting out a rough groan. “You take my breath, Pru. Every fucking time. You’re so beautiful.”

She opened her mouth to tell him ditto but his mouth covered hers before she could speak as his hands began a full assault on her now naked body. It took him only a few beats to have her writhing under his ministrations, straining for more, and his hot gaze swept over her, heating her up from the inside out. “You’re not cold?”

He was really asking this time and she managed to shake her head. “Not even a little.”

With a smile, his mouth worked its way southward. As for Pru, she kept a monkey-like grip on him, her head falling back. “Oh my God,” she whispered. “We’re
outside
.”

His
mouth curved against her bare shoulder. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Don’t you dare—” She broke off and sucked in a breath as he gently captured her nipple with his teeth.

Mindless now, she rocked up into him. “Please don’t let go of me.”

“Never.” He sucked her into his hot mouth making her moan and clutch at him. He had one arm tight to her back while his free hand danced its way up the inside of her thighs. The flat of the railing that she was balanced on wasn’t quite as wide as her ass but he had her, and in spite of joking that she didn’t trust him to pick the pizza, she did.

Truth was, she trusted him one hundred percent, with her pizza, with her body, and if she was being honest, with her heart too.

It was a shocking thought but she didn’t have the brain power to lend to it at the moment. She was far too busy being taken apart by Finn’s fingers as they stroked knowingly over her. But in the vague recesses of her mind, she was aware that if she trusted him one hundred percent, she needed to trust him with the facts of who she was.

And she would. It was just that things between them had heated up so quickly and unexpectedly in their short time together, and had become so unexpectedly complicated. She wanted to tell him everything, and soon. But it hadn’t really been all that long—only been two weeks—and she needed a little more time to figure it all out first.

The early evening’s breeze floated over her bare skin, along with Finn’s heated gaze. Every inch of her
was crying out for his touch, needing him more than she’d ever needed anything in her life. “
Finn
.”

“Don’t let go of me,” he said and tugged a gasp from her when his fingers went from teasing to driving her right to the edge, moving in beat with her heart. Suddenly she no longer cared if she was in danger of plummeting to her death because she was too busy coming apart.

When she could hear past the roar of her own blood in her ears, she hoped like hell that his neighbors hadn’t been able to hear her cries. “Were we loud?” she whispered.

He grinned. “We?” he asked, laughing when she smacked him in the chest.

He caught her hand, kissed her palm, and then tore open a condom packet. Protecting them both, he plunged into her as his mouth claimed hers again.

Good God. She wasn’t going to die from a fall. She was going to die of pleasure, right here . . .

The
week went by in a blur for Pru. It was a rare blue moon–two full moons in the same calendar month—so SF Tours held a special moonlit cruise week.

Which meant that Pru and the other boat captains worked during the day, crashed for a few hours on whatever horizontal surface they could find in the building, and then went back out at night on the water.

This went on for three days.

On the fourth day, she crawled home and into bed right after grabbing dinner—Frosted Flakes. But she came awake some time later in her dark bedroom to find someone in it with her. Then that someone pulled his shirt over his head and shucked his jeans.