The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 174

Chapter 174: SO, THIS IS LOVE...

Abigail

Don’t look at me. Stop looking at me like that.

I wanted to scream at Finnegan who sat across from me. The table between us was filled with candles and flowers, the climbing roses on the walls filling the air with their scent.

Plates of food, wine glasses and gifts from everyone filled the table. Music drifted in the air as Meemaw and Gramps told ridiculous stories of my childhood and Finnegan eyes were on me.

God, it was so hard to ignore him.

My dress felt tighter, my nipples pushing against the fabric. I arched a brow at him, reaching for my wine glass. His intense emerald eyes dropped to my fingers on the stem of the glass then back up.

Yep, I was melting away.

A slow song drifted on in the background and Gramps yanked Meemaw off to dance. Jade and Annette joined in, making goofy ass faces.

Finnegan stood up from his seat, his gorgeous body towering above everyone. I held his gaze and my breath when he began walking around the table, towards me.

Oh goddess, if he touched me I would fall apart. I really would. The past week has been insane. But I couldn’t go back to just being a fling for my boss, that was done and dusted.

He stopped before me, his woody masculine scent doing wonders to my head. His torso was in my eye level and my eyes, like the hoes they were, dropped to his cock and then whipped up to his face. My cheeks burned in embarrassment.

"Will you dance with me?"

No. I won’t. I can’t have those hands touching me, I’ll lose my damn mind.

He was holding out his hand and my entire body buzzed. Just one dance, just to feel those hands on me again, I may never get to anymore.

Great, I was sounding like a freaking drug addict.

"One dance," I murmured, sliding my hands into his and shivering my body at the feet of his warm calloused hand, enveloping mine.

My nipples tightened shamelessly as he tugged me up. The space between us disappeared when we got to the dance floor.

My breath snagged when his hand settled at the small of my back, drawing me in, my free hand resting against his chest. We began to sway to the music but I could hear nothing over the sound of my heart pounding.

His hand pressed slightly firmer at my back, closing what little distance remained between us. I dug my teeth into my bottom lip to keep myself from making a sound. My breath grew a little slow and shallow.

I brought my hand up from his chest, trailing my fingertips trailing up the lapel of his jacket, along the column of his neck.

He exhaled, shuddering, his grip tightening at my back. "Abigail."

"Mm."I hummed, breathless. Seeing him react so...so intensely to my touch had me wet like the freaking Niagara falls.

Traitors.