He takes another step forward and in a gentle, unexpected move, he cups my face. “And I want a fucking taste, Finley. You shook me up, too fucking young, too fucking tempting, and the only thing fighting harder than my resistance is the screaming voice in the back of my head saying you’re eighteen. You’re legal.” The sound of laughter that follows sounds crazy.
I don’t know what to say. My mind is blank.
“When Howard was here to arrest you, I saw red. I realized the only reason I wanted you to leave is because I was too afraid to admit I wanted you. I want to let the anger go. I either need to focus on my kid without you here or have you by my side. It’s up to you. You’re young, and you don’t have the life experience I have. This isn’t a teenage relationship. I’m a grown man, and—”
I throw my arms around his neck and smash our lips together, not wanting to hear another word or reason why this can or cannot work. There are plenty of things against us already. My lie, our age difference, and everyone else that will frown upon our relationship.
His lips are soft, yet firm. Grayson’s arms wrap around me, pulling me tighter against his body. He doesn’t kiss like a man who hasn’t been with anyone in eight years. He kisses like a man who wants to possess me from the inside out. One of his hands cups the back of my head so he can dominate the kiss, and the other grips my hip. His tongue snakes out and caresses mine. I groan, loving that it isn’t too much, but just enough that leaves me wanting more.
My nipples are tight as they brush against his chest, and his cock is hard against my stomach, telling me how much he wants me. We moan into each other’s mouths, and his hand moves lower to grab my ass when a little boy’s voice ruins the moment.
“Ew, daddy is kissing a girl!” his son shrieks.
“Dude, no. That’s not gross. When you’re older, you’re going to want to kiss all the women,” Heaven says.
“Will not. Girls are gross,” Dillon defends himself.
Grayson brings the kiss to an end and leans his forehead against mine, leaving me dying for breath. My lips tingle, and my heart is pounding. I never wanted that kiss to end.
“I forgot that I’ll have to worry about him interrupting us. You need to be sure of this because if it comes down between you and him, if you make me choose, I’ll choose—” I silence him again with another kiss, while Dillon is in the background making gagging noises.
“You’ll choose him, which is how it should be. Parents should always choose their kids over their love interest. My feelings aren’t hurt. I respect and understand your choice. You won’t get an argument from me,” I say.
“’Bout time. You could cut the sexual tension between you two with a knife.”
“What’s sexual tension?” Dillon asks.
Oh, this is going to be awkward.
“I’m going to kill you, Heaven!” Grayson roars.
Heaven tries to run away, but he can’t because of his cast, and I muffle my laughter as I watch Grayson grab Heaven and dunk his head in the pool.
Crap.
Maybe he is really going to kill him.
Chapter Thirteen
GRAYSON
“Hey…” I peek my head into Finley’s room.
She gasps, spinning around so fast her hair slings excess water. Finley white-knuckles the towel against her body and her face is as white as a sheet. “Can you please stay there? I’ve had one too many incidents involving a man while I’m in a towel.” Her free hand is in front of her, palm facing me in a gesture that tells me not to take a step forward.
I turn around to give her privacy, and my nostrils flare in rage when I think about the men who took advantage of her. One day, if she’s ever comfortable enough, I hope she can tell me her nightmares so I can turn them into daydreams. No woman should have to live in fear.
“I’m sorry for not knocking. That’s my fault. I wanted to ask if you wanted to help me paint Dillon’s room and get it set up?”
A few seconds of silence kills me slowly as I wait for her answer. I hear the rummage of clothes and the dresser drawers shut, but it’s the drop of the towel that almost has my head turning. It’s a sexy whoosh falling swiftly to the floor in an erotic tease. My cock plumps in my jeans knowing she’s right behind me, naked.
Nude.
In the fucking buff.
In that sexy birthday suit I want to unwrap as if she is a present.
I don’t move a muscle. My feet stay glued to the floor and my back stays turned. The urge is there to look, but I never would, not without her permission.
“Okay, you can turn around.”
Slowly, I spin my body, and I’m stunned with how beautiful she looks. Finley’s hair is damp, and she’s wearing one of the t-shirts that I let her borrow. The extra material is tied in a knot, resting above her hip, and she’s wearing the leggings I bought her yesterday, as well. I bought her a lot of things actually. An entire new wardrobe that she picked out. I tossed her my credit card when I was done buying for Dillon and told her to spend to her heart’s desire.
She wasn’t anything like Dillon, cutting corners or counting pennies. She saw it? She got it.
And it makes me feel good that I get to take care of her.
“You want me to help you? Really?” She saunters up to me and rocks on her heels with her hands behind her back.
Ever since that kiss two days ago, we have
