Talk to Me by Clare James Read Free Book Online

minutes of my life and I didn’t even have an orgasm. What would this man do with an entire night? The thought had me fighting the urge to pull him back because I desperately wanted to find out.
    When the world stopped spinning, I met his gaze.
    His posture was slumped now; his eyes pained as they looked up at me. Wherever he went in his mind when he was touching me, well, he wasn’t there any longer. He returned and he didn’t look happy to see me. His face flushed, like he was embarrassed. Like he made a huge mistake.
    I wanted to tell him it was okay, that I wanted it. I wanted him to know how much I loved his hands on me. But it was too awkward to say anything. Painfully so.
    “Fuck,” he whispered, running his hands through his hair again.
    “You can say that again,” I blurted.
    His eyes went wide, softening.
    “Please,” he said, gently touching my arm. “I can explain. Just wait here a minute. Please, Casey. Please don’t leave.”
    He walked down the hall and I watched his every step.
    And that’s when I realized that I was sorry, too. I was aching to be one of those girls, aching for what we had just done to go further. To go all the way.
    What the hell was I doing?
    I finally had a lead, a solid lead on a story that could change my life. And I was messing it up on a man who thought of women as playthings for his enjoyment.
    The way he handled my body — I was trying to muster anger, but the thought of his hands on me had the opposite effect. I had to pull it together.
    Waiting for my breathing to slow, I tried to think about this logically. Did I really want to throw my career away for a quick lay? Because that’s all Finn Daley wanted. I’d done the research; I knew his M.O. In all the events he went to, all the tabloid stories about his personal life, there was never a woman who lasted more than one news cycle. He got in, and got out.
    The video montage of Finn’s women played behind my eyelids now, causing a disturbing twinge of jealousy. Now that I knew this side of Finn — this tormented side. This dominant, sexy-as-fuck side, it hurt to see him with all those other women. Knowing what he did to them, the way he touched and commanded them. And I’m sure they were all too happy to comply. Just as I was, and that pissed me off.
    This man who made me feel so alive, so wanted, so sexy. Well, he was a player. A user of women. An entitled, overgrown, and oversexed boy.
    And he wouldn’t get the best of me.

Chapter 12

    Finn

    Anchor/Kiki Stuart: So, was it love at first — or third — sight?
    Finn Daley: It was definitely something.
    Anchor/Kiki Stuart: Hmm. Elusive.
    Finn Daley: I don’t mean to be. Let’s just say it was complicated.
    Anchor/Kiki Stuart: I see, Finn. Okay, moving on then. What did Casey do when she realized you thought she was a Puck Bunny?
    Finn Daley: Well, let’s just say it’s a good thing they call me a Pepper Pot.
    Anchor/Kiki Stuart: A what?
    Finn Daley: A player with great speed and quickness.
    Anchor/Kiki Stuart: Ha! This is getting good. Did she come after you, Finn Daley?
    Finn Daley: She tried.

    What the fuck was I doing? Casey was not one of the girls. I should’ve known right away. Underneath that tough exterior was an innocent. It was like she was being touched for the first time. Her warm brown eyes turned molten when I put my hands on her. Her tight frame grew slack and I swear she welcomed the way I positioned her body so I could take it. When I did, she was ready and open for me. And damn, if I didn’t get lost in her.
    I went into the bathroom and splashed water on my face, thinking of anything I could to make my erection go way.
    I wanted to fix this; I had to fix it. It was time to man up. I’d just explain the misunderstanding. But how the hell would I explain that in my former life I was used to having girls showing up at all hours to feed my appetite? Gina and Heather were at every game and event with a flock of girls willing to do just about