“Hedoeshave a tattoo,” she finished, then a strained smile found her lips as she turned back to him. “And it’s cute. Come on, babe. Don’t be amuermo. Join us. No one is going to make fun of your drunken mistake under an ink gun.”
“I might,” Palmer teased with a wink.
Gisella splashed him.
Finn’s jaw was set, and I could tell any playfulness he’d been trying to hold onto had vacated the premises.
“Nothing to do with that. I already told ye, I’m tired,” he clipped. “You lot have fun.”
He tried to walk away, but Gisella caught his shirt, giggling as she pulled at it hard enough to expose his midriff. He wasn’t stacked the way Eli or Cameron was, but he was lean, his abs defined and dusted with a light trail of hair.
I tried not to look, but it was impossible. I still remembered the way it felt to wrap myself around that body. I remembered how warm he was, how he’d tremble when I ran my fingertips from his chest all the way down to the band of his briefs. If I closed my eyes, I knew I could recall exactly what it felt like to lay my head on his chest.
My heart ached.
I should have prayed for mercy from those memories, but instead, I found myself wishing they’d never fade.
“Gi, that’s enough,” Finn said, but she was still giggling, and everyone else was so drunk they laughed and egged her on. She tugged and lifted until we all caught sight of the tattoo she’d spoken of, and my heart stopped.
It was small, just a spattering of black ink on his left rib cage just below his chest.
Below his heart.
“What is it?!” Eli asked, standing to get a better look before Finn ripped away and tugged his shirt back down.
“A firefly,” I whispered.
Finn’s eyes snapped to mine.
It must have only been a split second, but time snagged like a fishing line on a tree for me, yanking my entire existence to a halt. My pulse thundered in my ears, and though I knew I should look away and play it off for the crew and the cameras watching, I couldn’t.
I just stared at him, and he stared right back.
“All these tattoos,” he murmurs, tracing the small lines of ink on my arm with his fingers first before he begins to kiss each one.
I bite my lip and squirm under his touch, hooking a leg over his hip and pulling him closer.
“Tell me what they mean.”
“Which one?”
“All of ’em.”
“That might take a while.”
“We have forever.”
I laugh, stealing a kiss when he reaches the tattoo at my collarbone before he’s rolling on top of me and admiring the ones on my abdomen.
He points to the little lion on my hip bone.
“Leo,” I answer. “My sign.”
Finn smirks, trailing that finger until it touches the little cowboy hat inked on my inner thigh.
“For a book series I love.”
His finger glides slowly over my cotton panties, making me whimper. He smirks as if he’s innocent before his touch stalls at the little star beneath my bikini line.