“Hot,” I mouth, and he closes his eyes, shaking his head.
“As you can clearly see, I’m the best looking stud in this group of wannabes, but let’s focus on Ember,” Tripp tells us seriously, getting a punch from Robbie.
“This is possibly the most classic and beautifully designed dress for you I could ever imagine. You are exquisite,” Reese breathes out. “This is all you?”
“I did the design but had a lot of help from trusted dressmakers,” Ember explains. “It was a one-time thing. I always wanted to design my own wedding dress.”
“I can understand why. You are exceptionally talented,” Reese compliments her.
“Babe, invite her to the shop tomorrow to see your portfolio. It can’t hurt,” Robbie insists.
“You have a portfolio?” Reese squeals, taking the phone and blowing up the wedding photo.
“I have a few sketches. Nothing special.” Ember starts to blush. “Robbie needs to keep his mouth shut.”
“No, babe. We’ve been talking about this. When the baby comes, you need something to do that allows you to still work and makes you happy.”
It’s my turn to be shocked. “Baby?” I question, eyeing her glass of wine.
Finn and Tripp start laughing, while Robbie looks extremely proud of himself.
Ember, on the other hand, is now bright red and her face is twisted. “I’m not pregnant! We have Blade now, so we can wait a bit for a baby!” She gulps down the rest of her wine to prove a point.
Robbie moves quickly, pulling her into his lap and pinning her against him. “We’ll talk about it when we get home.”
She now starts to sputter, trying to wiggle away. It’s my turn to giggle, seeing him clearly enjoying her protests.
I’m pulled down on the ground and covered with Finn’s body as he rolls us. “What’s so funny?” He tickles my sides.
“Stop!” I plead.
He relents, but his eyes turn heated when he sees my shirt has lifted, exposing my stomach and sports bra. A seductive smile spreads across his face as he licks his lips. The air between us buzzes with sexual energy, but no one seems to notice as they carry on their conversation.
Finn and I are lost in each other’s stare, having an entirely different conversation without words. The familiar fire that only he can ignite starts low in my stomach and prickles every inch of my skin.
We communicate without words. Time to clear these people out of my house.
I fluff my hair and take one last look in the mirror. The green satin nightgown clings to my body, showcasing every curve. I silently thank Reese for making me buy this a few weeks ago. Usually, sexy lingerie and nightwear would be a luxury I wouldn’t splurge on, but being with Finn has changed my mind. Men in my past could take it or leave it if I was in a cotton pajama set or the finest silk, so any purchase would be wasted effort.
However, Finn makes me feel sexy in anything and in nothing, which makes it totally worth the effort.
I open the door to the bedroom and squeak when I run into a wall of muscle. Finn’s leaning against the doorframe casually.
He gives a little ‘humpft’ before his arms circle my waist and catch me.
“What are you doing?”
“Waiting for you.” He steps back and slowly gazes down my body and back up, locking eyes with me. “Perfect. Every inch of you is flawless.”
I break the stare and drop my eyes to his chest, feeling the same about him.
“Trust me?” he asks, bringing my hands to his lips and kissing along my fingertips.
“Always.”
“Close your eyes, and don’t open them until I say.”
I do as he says and let him lead me to the edge of the bed. He urges me down, arranging my legs crisscrossed. A few seconds later, he crawls in and encases me with his own legs, scooting me until my back is flush with his chest.