herself that she’d waited to tell him the truth in the hopes he’d understand better once he knew her. But deep down, she wasn’t sure she’d done the right thing. Telling him now was going to be harder, not easier.
And the outcome felt more uncertain than ever.
As always, Pru woke up just before her alarm was due to go off at the shockingly early hour of oh-dark-annoying-thirty. But this time it wasn’t thoughts of the day ahead that woke her. Or the knot of anxiety wrapped in and around her chest.
It was the fact that she was wrapped around a big, strong, warm body.
Finn had one hand tangled in her hair and the other possessively cupping her bare ass, and when she shifted to try and disentangle herself without waking him, he tightened his grip and let out a low growl.
Torn between laughing and getting unbearably aroused—seriously, that growl!—she lifted her head.
And discovered she wasn’t the only one wrapped around Finn like a pretzel.
Thor was on the other side of him, his head on Finn’s shoulder, eyes slitted at her.
And she did laugh then because it’d been Thor who growled, not Finn. “Are you kidding me?” she whispered to her dog. “He’s mine.”
But no he’s not, a little voice deep inside her whispered. He doesn’t yet know it but you wrecked this—long before it’d even begun.
Pru told the little voice to shut up and concentrated on Thor. “I found him first,” she whispered.
Thor growled again.
Thor didn’t look impressed in the least. She opened her mouth to further argue but Finn spoke, his voice low and morning gruff. “There’s plenty of me to go around.”
Pru felt the pink tinge hit her cheeks and she shifted her focus from Thor to Finn.
Yep. He was wide awake and watching and, if she had to guess, more than a little amused that she’d been willing to fight her own dog for him.
“He’s mine?” Finn repeated.
“It’s a figure of speech.” She grimaced at the lameness of that but he smiled.
“I like it,” he said. “I like this. But mostly, I like where we’re going.”
If she could think straight, she’d echo that thought, but she couldn’t think straight because every moment of every single day she was painfully aware she’d built this glass house that couldn’t possibly withstand the coming storm . . .
“Pretty sure I just lost you for a few beats,” Finn said quietly, eyes serious now, dark and warm and intense as he ran a finger along her jaw. “Was it what I said about liking where we’re going thing?”
She tried to play this off with her customary self-deprecatory humor. “Since where we’re going is always straight to bed, I can’t do much complaining about that, can I,” she said in a teasing voice, desperately hoping to steer the conversation to lighter waters, because one thing she couldn’t do was have the talk with him while naked in his arms.
But she should have known better. Finn couldn’t be steered, ever.
“This is more than that,” he said, voice low but sure, so sure she wished for even an ounce of his easy confidence. “A lot more.”
His gaze held hers prisoner, daring her to contradict him, and she swallowed hard. “It’s only been a few weeks,” she said softly.
“Three,” he said.
“It just seems like we’re moving so fast.”
“Too fast?” he asked.
She gnawed on her lower lip, unsure how to answer that. The truth was, she’d already acknowledged to herself how she felt about him. And another truth—she wouldn’t mind moving along even faster. She wanted to leap into his arms, press her face into his neck, and breathe him in and claim him as hers.
For always.
But she’d gone about this all wrong, and because of that she didn’t have the right to him. Not even a little.
His fingers were gentle as they traced the line of her temple. “Babe, you’re thinking too hard.”
She nodded at the truth of this statement.
“You’re scared,” he said.
Terrified, thank you very much. She nodded again.
“Of me?”
“No. No,” she said again, firmly, cupping his face. “It’s more than I’m scared of what you make me feel.”
He didn’t seem annoyed or impatient at her reticence. Instead he kept his hands on her, his voice quiet. “I’m not saying I know where this is going,” he said. “Because I don’t. But what I do know is that what we’ve got here between us is good, really good.”
She nodded her agreement of that but then slowly shook her head. “Good can go bad. Fast.”