The High Price of Secrets(37)
Her entire body vibrated with sensation. When Finn had leaned forward to kiss her she’d expected it to be nice. Nice? She snorted in disgust with herself. She should have known a man like Finn didn’t do nice. No, he did earth-shattering, mind-blowing, skin-searing fantastic. Not once, with Trent, had she ever experienced a kiss like that. With Finn, her entire body had turned molten, her brain scrambled and then reassembled with one purpose in mind.
And then he’d pulled back. It had left her feeling way off kilter, suddenly fearful that perhaps he hadn’t felt the same way as she had. But she’d seen the turbulence in his eyes. Eyes that had darkened to the color of rainwashed slate. Her heart had thrilled to the knowledge that he wanted her with as much force and need as she wanted him. That knowledge, however ephemeral, was balm to her wounded soul.
It shocked Tamsyn to realize that if Finn had suggested they take their embrace further, she would have wholeheartedly thrown caution to the winds and let him take her to bed.
She pulled her car to a halt outside the garage, turned off the engine and sat in the dark, mulling over the enormity of what had happened between them. Where did they go from here? Did he want to take things further? They’d known each other only a few days and yet…
She started suddenly, a small scream erupting from her throat as a dark shape landed on the hood of her car.
“Lucy! You scared me half to death,” Tamsyn scolded as she got out of the car and scooped the cat up in her arms.
Lucy merely bunted Tamsyn’s chin with her head and began to purr loudly. Inside the house, Tamsyn made sure that the cat was fed and watered and went through to her bedroom. Her mind still raced and, despite all her activity in the garden this morning, she felt totally wired and ready to do something, anything, rather than go to sleep.
Anything? she thought to herself. How about Finn Gallagher?
She giggled, earning a quizzical look from Lucy, who, after completing her supper, had jumped up onto Tamsyn’s bed and begun grooming herself.
The chirp of her phone distracted her from her thoughts. Who could be ringing at this hour?
“Hello?” she answered cautiously.
“It’s me, Finn. I just wanted to check and see if you got home safely.”
Warmth spread through her body in response to his rich deep voice.
“I did, and thank you again for tonight. I enjoyed it.” She hesitated a moment before adding, “All of it.”
She could hear the smile on his lips as he answered. “Me, too. By the way, I still have your salad bowl. Okay if I drop that around to you tomorrow?”
Her heart leaped in her chest. Okay? Of course it was okay. She couldn’t wait to see him again.
“Sure, I’ll be home after one.”
“I’ll be around shortly after, then. Good night, Tamsyn.”
“Good night,” she whispered, suddenly reluctant to lose the all-too-brief connection between them.
She felt like a teenager waiting for the other person to hang up first, not prepared to be the one to do it herself. She heard the beep as he disconnected the call and finally hit the end button on her phone.
Well, clearly her silly rush to leave after their embrace hadn’t put him off wanting to see her again, Tamsyn thought as she brushed her teeth and readied herself for bed. Later, as she lay between her lavender-scented sheets and absently stroked Lucy, who had curled up by her waist, she played the evening back in her mind.