Fighting for Love (Boston Love 2)

“Okay…if you insist. Well, for starters, I’d make you sit while I slowly took off my red dress—did I mention my dress was red?”

My heart pounded in my chest. “I believe you’ve mentioned it was red.”

“Hmm, what about my lingerie? Have I mentioned anything about that yet?”

Swallowing hard, I shook my head. “No…you haven’t.”

Her silence had me anticipating her response. “Probably because I haven’t decided if I’m going to wear any or not.”

My dick pressed against my pants. “Jesus, Rory,” I whispered.

“Then after I get undressed, my hands may wonder over my body.”

The thought of seeing Rory get herself off was tantalizing. “Keep going.”

“My hands will slowly move down to my—”

An alarm suddenly went off, for a two-alarmer. Rory instantly stopped speaking. “Finn,” she whispered.

“I’ve got to go, Éan. I’ll text you in a bit.”

Her voice cracked as she replied, “Stay safe, okay?”

“Always, baby. Always.”

“See ya later—right?”

I swallowed hard. Knowing she would be sitting and worrying about me did something to my chest. It felt as if a weight was sitting on it.

“See ya later,” I replied before hitting End and hustling to the truck.

Chapter 34

Rory

A letter and dancing

With a smile on my face, I stood in front of the mirror. If this didn’t make Finn’s mouth drop open, nothing would. The plunging neckline showed enough cleavage to make it likely my father would try to cover me up, but it was worth the risk. The waist-high slit added the perfect amount of sexy. Turning, I giggled when I saw the open back.

My eyes closed as I thought about Finn’s hands softly moving against my bare skin. Trembling, I opened my eyes and bit down on my lip. My heartbeat increased, and I knew there was a look of anticipation on my face.

The knock startled me. I quickly made my way over and opened my bedroom door. My mother stood before me with a huge smile on her face. “Well, now I see why you asked if you could get ready here. You were trying to give your father time to recover from his heart attack when he sees you in this dress.”

Heat swept across my cheeks. “Very funny,” I replied with a fake laugh.

She lifted a brow. “You know I’m being somewhat serious.”

With a nod, I turned and headed over to the dresser, where I grabbed a pair of silver Kendra Scott earrings to adorn my ears. I wore them often, and loved the way they looked against the red dress. They didn’t draw too much attention, yet added just the right amount of shimmer.

“Less is always best,” my mother whispered as she looked at my reflection in the mirror.

My eyes roamed my body before they met my mother’s. “Do you think he’ll like the dress?”

Her smile grew bigger. “Oh, my darling, I think he is going to love your dress. He won’t be able to take his eyes off you all night. Which is another reason you need to talk to your father.”

A tightness in my chest took ahold of me, and I pulled in a deep breath of air. “I will. I promise you.”

Her smile faded some. “You know what he is going to do, don’t you?”