Page 62 of Mating Mia
Finn’s scent, pine and winter air, envelops me as his lips brush my skin, just below my ear.
“Something smells delicious,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin.
“Salmon with lemon and dill,” I reply, trying to keep my voice steady as his teeth graze my earlobe. “It’ll be ready in fifteen minutes.”
“I wasn’t talking about the food,” Finn growls, his hands sliding from my waist to my hips, fingers digging in possessively. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
Heat blooms in my belly, spreading lower as his lips travel down the column of my neck.
“Finn,” I admonish weakly. “I’ll never get dinner finished if you keep this up.”
His low chuckle vibrates against my skin. “Is that supposed to discourage me?”
I turn in his arms, intending to give him a quick kiss before shooing him away, but the heat in his green eyes stops meshort. His gaze drops to my lips, and suddenly the rice, the fish, everything else seems utterly unimportant.
“One kiss,” I whisper, already rising on my tiptoes to meet his mouth. “Then I really need to finish cooking.”
His lips curl into a predatory smile. “One kiss is all I need to make you forget your own name.”
Then his mouth is on mine, hot and demanding.
His tongue traces the seam of my lips, and my mouth opens beneath him as my heart pounds faster.
I grab onto his broad shoulders, fingers digging into the hard muscle as he presses me back against the counter. The edge digs into my lower back, but I barely notice the discomfort as Finn’s tongue slides against mine, tasting, claiming.
His hands move restlessly over my body, one sliding up to cup my breast through my thin t-shirt while the other grips my ass, pulling me against the hard ridge of his erection. Even through our clothes, I can feel how badly he wants me, and it makes my pussy clench with answering need.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he growls against my lips, his fingers finding my nipple and pinching just hard enough to make me gasp. “Better than any dinner.”
I arch into his touch, my body responding to him with embarrassing eagerness. It’s always like this with my alphas—one touch, one kiss, and I’m melting, desperate for more. Finn’s mouth moves to my neck, teeth scraping gently over my pulse point as his hand slides under my shirt, seeking bare skin.
“The baby,” I manage to whisper, though my resistance is weakening with every stroke of his clever fingers.
“He’s completely engrossed in the game,” Finn replies, lifting his head just long enough to glance toward the living room. “And Kane went to take a shower.”
As if to prove his point, his hand slides down to cup me between my legs, pressing against the seam of my jeans rightwhere I need him most. I bite my lip to stifle a moan, my hips rocking against his palm of their own accord.
“See how wet you are for me?” Finn murmurs, his voice rough with desire. “I can feel it through your jeans. Your pussy’s already dripping, isn’t it, little omega?”
His filthy words send another rush of slick seeping between my thighs. I reach for the button of his jeans, suddenly frantic to feel him, to taste him.
“I want to suck your cock,” I whisper against his lips, surprising myself with my boldness. “Right here, right now.”
A primal growl rumbles in his chest, his pupils dilating until the green of his eyes is just a thin ring around bottomless black.
“Fuck, Mia. You can’t say things like that unless you mean it.”
“I mean it,” I insist, already sinking to my knees on the kitchen floor.
“Jace! Keep the baby there,” Finn calls out in a rasp, and I can hear Jace chuckle. My fingers fumble with his button, then his zipper, eager to free his cock from the confines of his jeans. I can feel him straining against the denim, hot and hard beneath my palm.
The shrill ring of my phone shatters the moment. I freeze, my fingers still on Finn’s zipper, my mind momentarily unable to process the interruption.
“Ignore it,” Finn says, his voice strained as he threads his fingers through my hair, urging me to continue.
The phone rings again, insistent. The number isn’t one I recognize, but something makes me hesitate.
“It could be important,” I say reluctantly, rising to my feet despite Finn’s frustrated groan.
