Camera Shy (Lessons in Love, #1)(116)

“Yes,” I admit, “you’ve been perfect tonight.” Every night, in fact.

He nods emphatically. “Yep. Foreplay. Now, pay up. Touch yourself. The clock is running.”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because I…” I’m embarrassed to fess up, but I don’t want Finn to think I’m rejecting him. “I spent a really long time on my hair and makeup because I want to look as good as I possibly can. I don’t want all your friends to see me sweaty, splotchy, and with frizzy hair. I don’t want you to be…embarrassed to show up with me, okay? You deserve a pretty girl, Finn. I’m really trying.”

I’m putting in the effort for Finn where I fell flat with Mason. Maybe because I’m trying to rectify past mistakes. Maybe because Finn already matters to me more. Or maybe because I know when it comes to Finn, the competition is fierce. I’ve just never been interested in competing until now. But it’s undeniable…

Now that I have his attention, I don’t want to lose it.

“Why are you trying so hard to be something you already are? Avery, we can turn this limo around and go home right now.” Finn’s expression flattens as his eyes sink with concern. “We’re going out tonight because you wanted to. I would’ve skipped it. These are my wild party friends. If you don’t like it, they don’t have to be a part of my life.”

“You’d give up your friends for me?”

He nods. “I’m asking you to change your whole life and move here just to take a chance on us. So whatever you need to feel secure, I’ll give it to you. I haven’t seen these clowns in months and I’m not missing anything.”

I rub my lips together, forgetting how slippery they are from all the thick gloss. “Finn, may I teach you a love lesson for once?”

“Sure.”

“Don’t be with a woman who wants you to give up your friends for her. Be with a woman who wants to be a part of the things you like and love.”

I wanted to tell Finn about my plan to move tonight. My big grand gesture. I know it’s a risk and we haven’t known each other long, but our chemistry is undeniable. Setting my insecurities aside, I wanted to see where this goes…

But then I got that call from Palmer a couple of hours ago. My old life is calling me home, and I don’t want to be the woman who turns her back on her best friend of twenty years because she’s currently lust-filled and sex-crazed over a man who has been treating her nicely for two months.

What kind of woman am I? What kind of friend am I? I need time to decide, and now I can’t offer Finn any real answers tonight like I planned to, so instead, I kick off my shoes, bend my legs, and press my heels into the edge of my seat, then spread my legs.

“Nothing crazy,” I mumble as I part the strips of my skirt on either side of my thigh so he has a clear visual of my nude-colored panties. “I’m not going to mess up my hair and makeup.”

He looks like a man starved as he sinks to his knees in front of me. “Fine. Then how about you lean back and relax? You can keep your pretty self perfectly intact, and I’ll do all the work.”

Before I can respond, he yanks my panties to the side and drags his tongue across my slit. I was already melting. Now I’m on fire.

“Oh my God,” I groan.

He’s not teasing me tonight. We’re on a timer, so immediately he’s lapping at me like a thirsty dog, and suddenly I don’t care so much about how I look. I weave my fingers in his hair and grind against his wet tongue, trying to work as hard as he is.

“I said relax,” he mumbles and blows against my clit, the cool air making me shudder. “I’ve got this. Lean back and enjoy.”

He lets his saliva pool on the tip of his tongue before he flicks at my clit rapidly, following his own advice about head he gave me a few weeks ago. It went something like—keep it wet, lots of pressure, and my favorite part…lots of praise.

“Goddamn, you taste so good and feel so soft,” he moans against me. “How’s that feel, Queen?”

“Good,” I force myself to breathe out.

“Hm, just good?” He latches onto my clit and hollows his cheeks, sucking as hard as he can as he slinks one finger into me.

“Oh fuck,” I cry out, ignoring the fact the driver can probably hear everything. Is there music playing? We should turn on some music…loud…because I really want to scream. “Yes, like that.”

He stops sucking just long enough to respond. “Good girl, that’s more like it. Tell me how good it feels.”

“You are a fucking king, Finn. You’re so good at this. Please don’t stop.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” he grumbles as he works in a second finger. “You know something?” he asks, removing his lips from my body.

I lift my head from the back of the seat. “Keep going,” I plead. “I’m close.”

He looks up and shoots me a wicked smile. “You still have my fingers. Goodness, you needy girl. Let me talk to you for a minute.”

I blink at him as my lips press together in a hard line. “I am zero percent amused.”

He thrusts his fingers into me hard, making me grunt. “This is too easy.”

“What?” I cry out as he picks up the pace.