3. Finn
I may have lured her out on the dance floor by reminding her of the little wager I was certain to win.
But in truth, I want to know her better.
I love Ryker like my own brother, but if I want anyone knowing about me on a deeper level, it’ll be on my terms. I’d rather them know the real me, not my reputation.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m damn proud of what I’ve accomplished in my twenty-seven years.
I truly have nothing to hide, but the more we hang out with her, the more I realize I’d rather learn about Raven, without Ryker’s help.
I’ve quickly learned she’s willing to try almost anything—once.
Or so she teased like a vixen when I asked if she was comfortable letting me spin her around the dance floor.
Some moves are challenging, but she lets me walk her through them and the longer we dance, the more her body relaxes into mine.
Within a couple of songs, Raven’s picking up moves I throw at her with ease.
She spins and twirls in ways she swore she’d never manage.
We even attempt the neck dip she’d pointed out earlier.
The moment I tell her she’s completely in control with this one, I get her to grip my forearm.
Placing my hand on her neck, I dip her down and back up with ease.
We practice it a few times without a care in the world about who’s around us.
When we finally get to the point where I try it in sync with the music, her eyes light up, and she squeals once she’s back on her feet.
“I had no idea that would be so much fun! What else can you teach me?”
She was hooked from there, insisting I keep showing her new moves.
Raven’s intriguing. She’s smart, and she keeps me on my toes.
I’m relieved to know my instinct about her is spot on.
She’s witty, constantly speaking in fluent sarcasm.
After spending time with her sister, I can see their family influences run deep, but in some ways, she’s the polar opposite of Sloane.
Take her outfit alone. She’s wearing a pair of black ripped jeans and a graphic tee that says, “Salty or sweet, I’m still a treat.
” That should’ve been my first clue she wasn’t her twin.
As we dance around the floor, she pauses momentarily and throws her long hair into the sexiest messy bun.
I doubt she’s wearing makeup, and I’m certain she couldn’t give two fucks about what anyone thinks of her.
It’s so refreshing. I’m sick of people putting on airs and only want to be with me as a step to fame or notoriety. We’ve managed to talk a little as we dance, but it’s mostly superficial. Though I love how she catches little things.
When I complimented her in learning these moves quickly, she asked, “You pick up that accent in Nashville?”
“Not exactly,” I admit. “I’m originally from South Carolina and moved to Nashville when I was nineteen.”
Her eyes narrow, and she remains quiet for a few bars of the music. Eventually, she breaks the silence by asking, “Just how long have you been in Nashville?”
“I’m not there much anymore, with the tour and all.”
Adorably, she rolls her eyes. “You know what I mean.”
“Is this your way of asking how old I am?” I tease as I swipe a strand of loose hair from her face. “If roles were reversed… wouldn’t that be considered rude?”
“I’m not ashamed of my age,” she says indignantly. Then her eyes narrow, and I feel the heat of her gaze cross over my features. “Though, I’d be lying if I said it hasn’t crossed my mind.”
I quickly spin her away from me in time with the song, then pull her close. When her hand rests against my chest, she stares expectantly.
Damn. I could get lost in those hazel eyes. Raven’s fucking breathtaking.
I’ve spent months with her sister, and I should be used to looking at eyes like hers.
They sure as shit shouldn’t be so captivating.
This could go sideways in a heartbeat… especially since I’ve signed a contract with her sister’s fiancé.
But somehow… well, fuck… my gut tells me Raven might be worth the risk.
When her head tilts to the side and she refuses to break eye contact, I find myself giving in. “I lived in Nashville for nearly eight years.”
Running her finger down my chest, she smiles wickedly. “For an older man, you’ve sure got some moves.”
“Oh, I’ve got moves, sweetheart .” There goes my Southern twang.
“Are you sure you’ll be able to keep up?
” Without giving her a chance to respond, I spin her out.
Laughter falls easily from her beautiful lips as I quickly guide her through a series of twists and turns, making our arms like a pretzel.
Raven’s so responsive on the dance floor. By the time the band sings the infamous song, “Closing Time” after announcing last call at the bar, I’m shocked this evening has come to an end.
Is it really that late? I swear we just got out here.
After spinning her away once more, I pull her close as the song comes to an end. Raven snakes her arms around me and says, “I’m not quite ready to call it a night… are you?”
“Not even close.” I grin, liking where she’s going with this. “What do you have in mind?”
Chewing on her bottom lip, for the first time tonight she hesitates. “Uh… we could go back to the house… but we’ll have to stay quiet as everyone’s likely asleep.”
“Or…” I wait until her eyes meet mine to ensure we’re on the same page. “We could go to my place.”
A grin spreads across her face as she heavily exhales. “I like that idea better. I love my sisters, but I miss living on my own, ya know?”
Without a conscious thought, my hand cups her face, and I pull her in.
For a long moment, the world stops, and we just stare at one another.
It’s been years since my need to kiss someone has been this strong.
Raven has me wanting things I know I shouldn’t.
But for the life of me, I just don’t care.
I know we’re in public, and I shouldn’t even think about starting something I know I can’t finish, but I can’t help myself.
My need for her is too strong.
Leaning down, I press my lips to hers.
Instantly, her arms wrap around my neck, and I feel her lift up on her toes to offset our height difference. The moment her mouth parts, I swoop my tongue in to taste her.
God, she’s magnificent. The chemistry that’s flowed between us all night ignites the flame that’s been simmering. There’s no way I want this to stop.
Her nails scratch along the hair at the base of my neck, and my dick takes notice.
Fuck, this isn’t the time nor the place for him to be so alert.
Reluctantly, I break our kiss, then lean my forehead against hers. Panting, I ask the only question on my mind, “You ready to get out of here?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” She grins widely, taking my hand in hers.
After our first kiss, I swear Raven’s more addictive than any drug.
Each kiss, caress, and touch has me wanting more.
I’m so lost in her, I’m not even sure how we make it to my hotel.
My lips are on hers every chance I get. At every intersection, in the elevator, and again in the hall, we take advantage of each stolen moment.
By the time I kick the door to my room shut, our energy is combustible. We’re nothing but lips, teeth, and fumbling hands as we tear at each other’s clothes. The moment she’s in nothing but her lacy bra and underwear, I groan in satisfaction. “God, you’re beautiful, Raven.”
My eyes slowly roam across her body, appreciating the view. From the curve of her hips to the way her breasts swell from the sleek black lace, she’s even hotter than I could’ve imagined. Stepping closer, my dick hardens as I watch her eyes take me in.
She’s clearly checking me out… and I like it.
Fuck, it’s sexy the way her tongue slides along her lower lip as her eyes lazily peruse from my chest to my cock.
And damn, if the dirty bastard doesn’t take this moment to twitch in appreciation. Yeah… you’ll get your turn, buddy. First, we’re taking our time to enjoy every inch of this stunning goddess.
As if she can read my mind, Raven’s beautiful face stretches into a wide smile as she reaches for the fly of my jeans. Within seconds, she has them undone and dropping to the floor.
Not that I’m complaining. In fact, I love her directness.
Feeling her sense of urgency, I quickly step out, then kick them out of our way.
When the vixen reaches between us and cups my raging cock through my underwear, I know I’ve met my match.
“Hmmmm…” she coos, running a finger down the center of my chest. “I think I want to kiss each and every tattoo on your sexy body.”
“Christ,” I growl uncontrollably when she squeezes me gently before sliding her hand around my hip to grip my ass. “You’re gonna be the death of me, aren’t you?”
Arching a brow, she chuckles. “Would that really be a bad way to go?”
“You won’t hear me complain.” I smile in challenge.
God, I love a woman who isn’t afraid to take what she wants. Her confidence is sexy, and I can’t wait to see if there’s a limit to her adventurous side.
Suddenly, my mouth is too busy for words. Kissing along her jaw, she moans my name and scores her fingers along my back in appreciation. The moment I kiss the soft space behind her ear, she grinds her body against mine and pants, “Ahhh… Finn… I need more.”
Fuck, if she keeps gripping me like that, I’m going to lose every ounce of self-control I have left.
“Tell me what you want, Raven,” I manage between kisses. She squirms like crazy when I slide my palm along her upper thigh to cup her mound. Running a finger along the seam of her now soaked panties, I tease, “You like this?”
Her grip on my back tightens, and she moans appreciatively. “Mmmm…. Yeah… just like that.”
I don’t need to be told twice. She tilts her hips, and I gladly stroke the sensitive skin along the edge of her panties. Heat radiates from her, and my dick twitches, dying to get into the action.