Free FinsFantasy by Jocelyn Dex Page B

hoped she’d be open to the idea of something with him. Even friends. No,
he was lying to himself. He couldn’t be her friend and not touch her, taste
her, hold her in his arms. It would be torture. But if that was all she would
offer him… He shook his head, not wanting to think about that now. Right then,
she accepted him, desired him, wasn’t shunning him and he’d enjoy it while he
could.
    Carrying the beer and fruit plate, he shoved the door open with
his foot. Navine scooted herself upright and leaned against the headboard,
hands reaching out for the plate and the cherry beer. Fin handed them over and
joined her. He picked up a cherry by the stem and held it in front of her lips.
She rolled her eyes but snapped the cherry from the stem, chewing it up and
discreetly removing the pit from her mouth with a tissue.
    “Mmm. Perfect.”
    Fin did the same and took a swig of beer. “So, tell me about
the fangs.”
    When Navine’s face turned scarlet, he worried. “You burning
up again?”
    “I’m fine,” she snapped.
    What the hell had happened? He couldn’t deal with her
withdrawing from him now. If she didn’t want to talk about her fangs, he wouldn’t
force her. He wanted her playful and smiling.
    “So, what do you think about taking a swim after we finish
the fruit?”
    She shot him a look, obviously surprised he dropped the
subject so easily and thankfully, her smiled returned. “That’d be nice.”
    “Or, I can pack some stuff in a cooler, you grab a blanket
and we can go now. Cool off.”
    When she hesitated, he wanted to kick himself in the ass. He’d
been pushing it. Just because they’d shared an hour of insanely hot sex didn’t
mean she wanted to hang out with him and go on a swim date with him.
    But then she said, “Okay, I’ll grab a couple towels too.”
    Jumping off the bed before she changed her mind, he hurried
off to put on his swim trunks and to find a cooler, pack it with fruit and the
rest of the beer. Just as he finished up, she came into the kitchen holding two
towels, a blanket thrown over her shoulder. She wore nothing but a skimpy,
sparkling purple bikini.
    “Something wrong?” she asked when he just stood there
staring at her.
    “No, you just look fantastic. I was momentarily awestruck.”
    She looked away, walking to the door but not before he saw
the grin lift her lips. “Let’s go while there’s still some sun left.”
    They walked in comfortable silence the ten minutes to the
creek. Fin would have ported them but he didn’t want to bring attention to the
fact she still wore the bracelet and couldn’t do it herself. Hell, couldn’t he
remove it now? She was well on her way to recovery, the best they could tell
anyway. Maybe he should talk to Baden first, update him—without the details of
course—and make sure it was okay. He’d already screwed up a couple times with
her and didn’t want to do it again.
    They arrived at the clearing. He helped Navine spread out
the blanket, then pulled out the fruit plate, cheese and crackers and two beers
from the cooler. Navine devoured half the fruit in no time while Fin casually
snacked on the cheese and crackers.
    Navine leaned back on the blanket, her purple bikini
glinting under the sun, her taut stomach asking to be licked, head tilted back,
eyes closed. Ah shit. If he didn’t stop ogling her, he’d pop a boner, which he
didn’t mind but he wasn’t sure if she’d appreciate it right now or if she’d had
enough of him.
    He stood. “Think I’ll jump in.”
    “Have fun,” she said, not opening her eyes.
     
    Navine’s eyes popped open when she heard Fin walk away. She’d
had to close them to block out the magnificent view that was him. His arousal
had smacked her in the nose and she’d wanted to jump him. Again. He was an
intense, caring, passionate lover who hit her in all the right spots and hell
yeah she wanted him again but only until she was certain the addiction was
gone. Then she’d move on and forget