“Don’t be.” Seeming to hear the rough edges of his words after they’d emerged, Finn added, “I mean, that’s really nice of you. But he’d been sick for a long time, and we weren’t tight. Anyway.” He threw back the rest of the liquor in his glass in one quick movement. “I figured since I’d be here in Remington and I’ve got a little time now that it’s the off-season, I’d go ahead and meet with a realtor to get the place on the market.”
“Wow.” January’s heart kicked beneath the thin silk of her dress. “You really are tying up loose ends, huh?”
Finn nodded. “Guess it’s just time,” he said, his expression softening by a degree before he continued. “What about you? Are you and your old man still thick as thieves?”
January’s smile was as quick as it was genuine as she thought of her own father. “Of course. He’s running the intelligence unit at the Thirty-Third now. They catch all sorts of crazy cases. Last fall they broke up a huge forced prostitution ring. A couple of national news outlets even picked up the story.”
“Damn.” The look on Finn’s face was both reverent and impressed. “He’s running the whole unit? Guess you come by that workaholic side of yours honestly.”
“My father raised me all by himself, and I’ve always been a quintessential Daddy’s Girl,” she reminded him with a laugh. “Did you really think I wouldn’t follow in his footsteps as far as my work habits are concerned?”
“Truth? Not even for a second,” Finn said with a laugh of his own.
The conversation shifted back to work and family (her) and hockey (him). With each passing course in the tasting menu, the laughter—and the wine—flowed a little more freely. For every story January told him about working at Station Seventeen, Finn matched it with one from the Rage, until finally, she was certain that Cup or no, the manager was going to come boot them from their table for having more fun than should be allowed in public.
“You seriously had a guy on squad put Kool-Aid powder in another firefighter’s gloves?” Finn asked, his eyes all mischief.
January finished the last of her pinot noir before grinning in affirmation. “The firefighters don’t usually mess with each other’s gear too much for safety reasons, but yeah. Dempsey went all-in, too. Purple in one glove and blue in the other. Faurier sweat himself right into a rainbow.”
“Please tell me it stains. Because I owe our right-winger Ford Callaghan one, and that would be priceless.”
“For about three days,” January confirmed. Tucking an errant strand of loose hair behind her ear, she sat back against the booth, a pang of nostalgia moving through her chest. Falling back into step with Finn had been so seamless, and God, she’d spent so much time being mad at him that she hadn’t fully realized how much she’d missed him.
“This was really nice,” she said, twirling her finger to encircle the two of them in an invisible loop. “Seeing you again and being able to catch up.”
“Nice?” Finn’s lips curved with a hint of wickedness that made her blush a foregone conclusion. “I’m thinking I need to up my game.”
“Believe me, your game doesn’t need a thing.”
She heard the words only after they were out, her cheeks flushing in their wake. God, hadn’t she learned her lesson when she’d tried to kiss him seven years ago? Finn might have taken her to dinner to make up for shutting her out after he’d left Remington, and yeah, he’d borderline flirted with her tonight, just as he had all through high school. But he borderline flirted with nearly all women, and he’d been wildly clear the night she’d kissed him. He saw her as a friend. Nothing more.
Finn cleared his throat and shifted back, but mercifully glossed over her verbal indiscretion. “So what now?”
“Wasn’t this enough?” Brows sky-high, January gestured to the mostly empty dessert plates and the definitely empty wine glasses on the table in front of them, but funny, he didn’t budge.
“No.”
“No?” She tried—truly—to keep her shock under wraps, but between Finn’s unyielding expression and the absolute certainty of his answer, it was pretty much a total no-go.
“You said it yourself, right? Catching up has been nice.” His tone laced around the word with just enough teasing humor to lighten the mood. “And I do have seven years to make up for.”
“After tonight?” January sent a glance around the lush, candlelit restaurant and laughed. “I think we’re even.”
“Oh, I think we’re just getting started. They still run the fountains in front of the Plaza on the weekends, right?”
“Yeah.” She stretched her answer out into a question. The fountains in front of the Plaza hotel were one of the biggest attractions in all of Remington. Rather than being set in a traditional pool, though, like the huge shows in Las Vegas, they were arranged over the flagstones in front of the hotel itself, so people could get as up close and personal with the aquatics display as they dared. The fountains had always been one of January’s favorite things, even if she did manage to miscalculate the timing of the spray and get soaked way more often than not.
A fact which Finn clearly remembered. “What do you say we go tempt fate a little and check it out?”
Attraction pulled, low and deep in January’s belly. Between the glint in his eye and the dare in his voice, Finn was tempting so much more than fate. But the truth was, she had missed him. What’s more, she didn’t want their night to end just yet, either.
“I say be careful what you wish for, Finnegan Donnelly. You just might get it.”
A few quick actions had their check taken care of and Finn’s SUV brought around by the valet, and a few quick minutes had them back at the Plaza. Although the sun had long since set, the night air was warm enough to still be plenty comfortable as they walked around to the front of the five-story hotel. She was a bit surprised they had the impending display to themselves, although it was getting late, and it looked as if the last show had been over for a while, the bystanders obviously scattered.
“I take it the waterworks are still timed,” Finn said, pointing toward the wide circle of flagstones gleaming in the soft light being cast down from the Plaza behind them. A half-wall of stacked stone ringed the area in four arcs around the fountains, beyond which only the bravest (or the most waterproof) people ventured, and January’s heels clicked to a stop just shy of the nearest one.
“Mmm hmm. There’s a ten-minute show at the top of every hour on the weekend. They added colored lights to the mix a few years ago, too. The added effect on the water is really cool.”
“Sounds like I’ve missed a thing or two since I’ve been gone.”
Finn shifted, the sleeve of his jacket brushing over her bare skin enough to capture her breath in her throat. Unable to help it, January shivered, making Finn’s brow tuck slightly in concern.
“Are you cold?” He moved to start sliding his jacket from his shoulders, but oh God, Finn in less clothes would probably send her right over the edge.
“Oh, no. I’m…” Definitely not cold. Definitely still attracted to you. Definitely dying for you to lift up my dress and do dirty, unspeakable, orgasm-worthy things to me until I can’t remember my name. “Good! Good. I’m good.” Also, a complete and utter tangle of horny-girl hormones, but now so wasn’t the time to split hairs.
“Shitty poker face,” Finn reminded her. “Here, take my jacket.”
He was out of the thing before January could renew her protest. Slipping the material over her shoulders, he turned her to straighten the jacket into place. The move put them face to face, their bodies so close that she could feel the heat of his exhale as it coasted over her cheek, and her sex clenched with need. She’d wanted Finn so much for so long, and here he was, right in front of her after seven years.
Her heart slammed, but her mouth opened anyway. “Finn, I—”
Before she could say anything else, the fountains sprang to life. Finn didn’t so much as flinch—which made one of them, at least— and he reached down to find her fing
ers beneath the too-long sleeve of her borrowed jacket instead.
“Did you still want to tempt fate?”
His stare flickered over the water arcing up in gentle waves, some high, some lower, all of them moving in tandem to an unspoken rhythm. January nodded, a smile taking over her mouth as she curled her hand around his. Finn returned his stare to hers, but only for a second before he shocked the hell out of her by turning toward the break in the wall and leading her closer to the water.
“Maybe you should be careful what you wish for. When I tempt fate, I go all in.”
Without so much as another word, he stepped over the threshold of the outer circle of flagstones. The mist from the fountains settled over them in a cool spray, and January’s lips parted in a gasp of surprise.
“This is crazy!” she said, although she was laughing hard enough to seriously weaken any heat her protest might have carried. “We’re going to get soaked.”
“We might,” he agreed, his expression bordering on cocky as he tugged her even closer to the ever-changing streams of water pushing up from the softly lit pathway. “But look.” With his free hand, Finn pointed to the row of fountains closest to them, where the water was barely bubbling a few feet high. “Most bathtubs aren’t even that deep, and the water runs off to the drain set into flagstones. I bet we can get a little closer without getting drenched. Come on.” Another pull, and they were so daringly close to the fountains that excitement prickled beneath January’s skin.
“Oh, look. It’s so pretty from here.” This close, the water glittered and danced in the lights shining up from the pavers. Unable to resist the thrilling temptation, January swung around, this time leading Finn toward the next row of fountains. But just as they took the last step, the cadence of the water changed, all of the jets spraying at once.
“Oh my God!” The exclamation burst past a fresh peal of laughter as a light rain fell all around them. Finn’s laughter twined around hers, and after three steps of trying to navigate them back to safety, he gave up, turning to scoop her off her feet as he bolted back through the spray.
“Okay, okay,” he said, setting her heels down and grinning broadly once they’d cleared the reach of the water. “You might’ve been right about us getting soaked.”
In that moment, January became hyper-aware of how close they were, of every place where Finn’s body came in contact with hers. His arms were still wrapped around her shoulders, droplets of water clinging to his dark, decadent eyelashes, his smiling mouth only inches from hers. Want rippled down her spine, pooling low and hot between her thighs, but she didn’t fight it.
“I kissed you seven years ago,” she whispered, her voice trembling despite her best efforts to keep it steady.
Finn slid a hand up to cup her face. “Do it again.”
January exhaled, just a small sound of surprise. “But you said you didn’t look at me that way. That night, you said—”
“I lied.”
“You lied?” Her pulse stuttered, her brain spinning as she tried to process what he’d said, but he slid his opposite hand over her hip to pull their bodies flush.
“I fucking lied. I knew Asher had feelings for you, so I lied about mine. But I’ve wanted you since the minute I laid eyes on you, so please. Either kiss me or I’m kissing you. I’m happy to do the honors.” Finn’s eyes dropped to her mouth, glinting with intention before he lifted his gaze back to hers, pinning her into place. “But I’d be even happier if you’d take what you wanted all those years ago instead.”
January pressed up to fit her lips to his in a rush. For a second, Finn just stood there, as if he was surprised she’d actually kissed him. Then his fingers drifted lower to press against the column of her neck, and she was lost. Arching up against him, her tongue swept out for a brash taste. Finn opened for her with ease, letting her take the lead, and January didn’t think twice. Her arms flew over his shoulders as she anchored herself against his firm, full lips, testing and taking as she deepened the kiss. Somewhere, in the rational part of her brain that felt very far away, she realized that even though the lights were dim and the area had been deserted when they’d arrived, she and Finn were still outside in front of the hotel.
But oh God, she didn’t care. With the way Finn was pushed up against her, hard and hot in the best possible places, all January could think was more.
His tongue slipped against hers, seeking and claiming all at once before he broke contact to trail his mouth in a slow path over the line of her jaw. “Be sure,” he grated, closing his teeth over her earlobe with just enough pressure to make her clit throb with greedy need, and she hooked her arms around the ridge of his shoulders even tighter. Yes, this was crazy, but she’d always been crazy where Finn was concerned. Just like she was one hundred percent certain she wanted him right now.
“I’m sure. Now do that again.”
He made a noise between a laugh and a growl before sending the edge of his teeth over her earlobe in a repeat pass. January’s nipples hardened, aching to be touched and stroked and sucked, and Finn’s hand drifted up from her hip to her rib cage as if he’d read her mind.
“You look so pretty like this, all flushed and ready. I almost want to find some dark corner so I can drop to my knees and make you come right now, just to find out if you sound as pretty as you look.”
Her pulse slammed faster at the suggestion, and the edges of Finn’s mouth kicked into a dark, sexy smile at the want-filled sigh that drifted past her lips.
“Would you like that?” he asked, redirecting the path of his hand from her torso back to her hip. January nearly whimpered in frustration, but the urge met a quick end when his stare grew even darker than his smile. “Do you want me to put my mouth on your sweet little pussy and taste you until you come undone?”
The bold, dirty words should’ve shocked her, she knew. But the way Finn said them, so full of promise and raw honesty, only made her want him to turn them into hard, fast action.
So she pushed up to kiss him, just one firm press of her mouth before she said, “Yes. Now take me upstairs to your room. I’ve spent seven years fucking you in my mind, and it’s time to turn all these fantasies into reality.”
Six
To anyone milling around the lobby of the Plaza, Finn and January probably looked like any other couple coming back from a night on the town. But as he politely offered her his arm and led her into the elegantly mirrored elevator that went up to the penthouse suite, it took every last ounce of restraint on the planet for him not to shove her dress up to her hips and fuck her until she screamed.
They rode upstairs in total silence. Although they were both more than a little damp from their run through the fountains, January still looked goddamned exquisite, her face flushed and her hair breaking free from the twist at her nape. Their shoulders barely touched as they stood side by side, but Christ, the sexual tension filled the air around them like an electric charge, making Finn’s heart pound faster with each passing floor. Finally, they made their way from the elevator to the threshold of his suite, and after some quick work with the key card, he ushered January into the shadowy space.
“Thank you,” she murmured, the same way she might thank him for a cup of coffee or for saying God bless you after she sneezed. But as soon as the door clicked shut, they turned simultaneously, crashing together in a tangle of tongues and limbs and intentions so bad, his cock grew rock-hard in an instant.
“You’re welcome,” Finn said, his voice rough with want. “Now come here and let me make good on my promise.”
Knotting a hand in her hair and wrapping his other arm around her waist, he pulled her against his body in one swift yank, barely stifling a moan as soon as their chests made contact. She was so soft, so full of lush, hot curves yet strong at the same time, that Finn wanted to take his time and taste her everywhere.
Starting with more of her mouth.
Pulling back just enough to gain leverage, he swiped his tongue over the seam of January’s l
ips. They parted, the needful exhale that accompanied the movement sending a shot of lust deep through Finn’s belly, and the hand in her hair tightened of its own accord. The tiny part of his mind that housed his decency warned him how firmly he’d gripped, how badly he wanted, and he made to loosen his fingers. But then January pressed up to kiss him just as hard, and Finn thrust against her with even more reckless desire.
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me when you kiss me like that?” he asked. His lips still touched hers—because hell if he was willing to fully break the connection with her sweet, sinful mouth—and she surprised him with a throaty laugh.
“What? Like this?” January broke off to skate her tongue over his in a movement caught somewhere between teasing and taking. The coyness in her words was completely at odds with the sexiness in her voice as she said them, and both combined to make Finn’s pulse rush in his ears. Keeping his hold on her hip and her shoulder, he moved forward until her back reached the flat surface of the wall adjacent to the door.
“Yes.” Forcing himself to slow down at least a little, he trailed a line of kisses from the delicate swoop of her cheekbone to the velvety spot behind her ear. “But we’ve waited a long time for this, and I’ll be goddamned if I rush through it now.”
A needful noise rode out on January’s exhale, signaling her frustration, and Christ, it nearly wrecked his already questionable composure. He shifted back over the carpet, just far enough to pin her with a stare through the shadows and the ambient light being cast in from the city beyond the windows.
“I’m going to make you whisper”—Finn paused to flex the fingers resting over her hip, just enough for her to release another audible breath—“I’m going to make you moan”—a press of his mouth to the soft, rapidly beating pulse point where her neck joined her collarbone did the trick—“and I’m going to make you scream”—lifting his chin, he returned his gaze to hers so she would know exactly how much he meant what he said—“but you’ve been imagining this for seven years, so trust me when I say I will take my sweet fucking time when I give it to you.”
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