Page 31 of Liberating Mia
Mia had no idea how long they sat like that, wrapped around each other, neither saying a word. The grip on her hair anchored her in a way she’d never experienced. Drawing the scent of him in, one unique to him, added another layer of comfort she felt all the way to her soul.
And other places.
As the panic and fear receded, she became more aware of the rock-hard body she clung to like a limpet. This close, she could feel every ridge and dip. Every bulge of muscle.Everywhere. The woman in her sat up and paid attention. And then wanted more.
Scooting even closer, closing what little gap remained, she crawled into his lap and lay her lips on his. She felt his body still beneath her hands and wondered in a distant recess of her brain if she’d gone too far. Slowly, Mia opened her eyes, her lips still touching his. His gaze was hot and intense, like she was flying to close to the sun. Yeah, he was feeling it too.
“Mia, Sugar …” Finn cleared his throat. Opened his mouth to speak again.
Before he could utter a word, she slipped her tongue between his open lips, searching for his.
With a groan of surrender, she felt him give in to the moment and returned it with fervor. His grip on her tightened almost painfully as he deepened the kiss. A kiss that consumed her, made her want more. When her lungs begged for air, she finally broke the kiss. Peppered butterfly kisses over Finn’s face and neck.
Her voice husky, saturated with desire she couldn’t hide, Mia whispered, “I need you. Please.”
Without thought, she dropped her arms from around his neck to clutch at his sides. This time, his groan was one of pain. Mia scrambled to her feet in horror. “Oh God, I’m so selfish. I was so focused on myself I completely forgot you’re hurt.”
“No worries. I was right there with you. Damn woman, you’ve got me so hot even I forgot I’m hurt.” He laughed, then grimaced as he, too, got to his feet. “You can’t stop now. It was just getting good.” His dimple made an appearance.
As Finn reached for her, there was a knock at the door. He cursed ripely, causing Mia to giggle, the moment like a pressure valve on her emotions. Feeling better, she turned to head for the door. “You hit the shower, and I’ll set the food up. We can eat when you’re done.”
He gently grasped her wrist, tugged her around, and cupping her face in both his hands, said, “I’ll be right out.”
Mia couldn’t help but watch as he sauntered over to the bathroom. Blowing out a frustrated breath, she went to answer the door. She showed the waiter where to park the trolley, signed the bill, and closed the door behind him. Leaning back, she inhaled deeply.
She pushed away from the entry and went to investigate what lay under the covers. The smell that hit her as she lifted the first one had her mouthwatering. She snagged a fry, popped it into her mouth, and couldn’t hold back the moan of pleasure that slipped out.
Finn’s groan joined hers. “Dammit, woman. You can’t make sounds like that and expect a man to just sit down to eat as if he doesn’t have the biggest erection in history,” he said as he wrapped his arms around her from behind.
A shiver of pure lust worked its way down her spine. Without thought, she ground her ass into his erection, earning her a low, rumbling growl. He slipped a hand between the lapels of the bathrobe she’d donned after her shower and cupped his large hand around her breast, kneading and massaging the flesh.
Dropping her head, Mia rested it on his shoulder. She felt a puff of breath on her neck seconds before she felt the warmth of his lips as they glided toward the juncture between her neck and shoulder. Another shiver worked its way through her at the exquisite sensations they caused. When he sank his teeth into the soft, vulnerable flesh, a moan escaped. Her knees went weak, and she feared they might not hold her up for much longer.
Desire burned hot. She craved the connection she’d experienced with Finn the night before Dylan had kidnapped her. Craved to feel as if she were the center of his universe, even if only for a short while. As only Finn had ever made her feel.
Chapter Twenty-One
God, this woman was going to be the death of him. That tight little body had his hormones going haywire. Despite feeling like crap after taking a knife to the side, all he could think of was sinking balls-deep into Mia’s wet heat. He sank his teeth into the soft, vulnerable spot where her neck and shoulder met, attempting to ground himself. But when that breathless little moan of hers sounded in his ear, Finn knew he was fighting a losing battle.
He had no idea why she got to him like she did; he just knew he’d never reacted to anyone this way. He had to have her. Wanted her underneath him, writhing and calling out his name as she came.
Undoing the belt of her robe, he eased the garment from her shoulders. He took a step back and watched as it fell to the floor, revealing the beauty hidden underneath.
Finn cupped his hands around the full curve of her hips, pulling her up tight against his fully clothed body. Grinding his almost painful erection into her ass, he whispered in her ear.
“Mia …” He felt a shudder rock her. “If you want me to stop, now’s the time to do it. If not, I need you up on that bed, legs spread for me. Yeah?”
Instead of answering him, she stepped out of his embrace, going over to the bed. Just before she climbed up, she gave a sultry look over her shoulder that had him fisting his hands to stop himself from grabbing her and throwing her to the bed like a savage. He watched that luscious ass sway as she crawled onto the bed and into the middle before she rolled to her back. Slowly, ever so slowly, she parted her thighs.
Her arousal glistened on the swollen lips of her sex, inviting him to taste. The way she bit down on her lip and the look in her eye should have been warning enough, yet Finn was still unprepared for it when her hand crept down her body and into the damp, tangled curls guarding her entrance. Yep, this woman was going to be the death of him.
Lost so deep in the sexual haze that had fogged his brain, he’d forgotten all about his wound. Going to rip his T-shirt off, tears of pain sprang to his eyes as the wound in his side protested so intensely it almost took him to his knees for a very different reason than two seconds ago.
He reached out blindly for a nearby chair to hold him up. He breathed deeply, slowly, as he fought back a wave of nausea. He didn’t even hear Mia get off the bed. He felt her rub a soothing hand over his back.
“I’m so sorry, Finn. I feel terrible. That’s the second time. I think maybe it’s better if we stop now, before you tear stitches or something.”
Much as he hated to admit it, she probably had a point there. Without opening his eyes as he hung onto the back of the chair, he nodded.
