Only Mine by Susan Mallery Page A

physical proof of his feelings, but she couldn’t figure out how to do it without being obvious. Still, there was every chance he’d been offering a polite kiss and she’d gone after him like a sex-starved monkey.
    â€œI, ah, don’t know what to say,” she admitted, not quite meeting his gaze.
    â€œI shouldn’t have done that,” Finn mumbled. “You weren’t… That’s not why you…” He cleared his throat.
    She frowned, not sure if he was apologizing or trying to escape. Hope shoved embarrassment out of the way.
    â€œI’m glad that you did that,” she said, telling herself that being brave built character. “You are?”
    She forced herself to look at him and found him staring at her. Oh, yeah. That was some serious passion.
    â€œVery glad.”
    One eyebrow raised. “Me, too.”
    Heat stained her cheeks, but she plunged ahead anyway. “We could do it again.”
    â€œWe could. There’s only one problem.”
    He was married? He used to be a woman? He was gay?
    â€œI’m not sure I’ll want to stop,” he admitted.
    The relief was nearly as good as the kiss had been. Dakota stepped toward him and didn’t stop until her body was plastered against his. Which answered the question about his feelings on the subject.
    â€œThat works for me,” she whispered.
    She’d planned to say more, to suggest they move to her bedroom, but she didn’t get the chance.
    Once again, Finn kissed her. And while it wasn’t as unexpected as the first time, she still found herself swept away.
    She surrendered to his strong embrace, wanting to feel his arms around her. She parted her mouth, and he plunged inside, teasing her into passionate frenzy. Even as his mouth claimed hers, his hands were everywhere. He stroked her back, then dropped lower, to her rear. He cupped the curves, squeezing until she instinctively arched forward.
    Her belly rubbed against his erection. He was hard and thick, and the image that contact painted made her whimper. Without thinking, she reached behind her and grabbed his hands, then brought them around to her breasts.
    The second he touched her, she began to melt. His hands cupped her curves, caressing the skin as he learned every inch of her. His thumbs and forefingers found her nipples and teased them. Then he grabbed the hem of her sweater and tugged it over her head.
    He’d barely had time to toss it away when she was pulling at the hooks on her bra. The bra went flying. Her only thought was to hope the stove was off so if it landed there, nothing bad would happen.
    While she was doing that, Finn pulled off his shirt and kicked off his shoes. Then he bent down and drew her right nipple into his mouth. He licked the hard, sensitive tip before sucking deeply. She felt the connection all the way down her belly. Wanting tugged her center.
    The combination of the movement, the heat, the moisture and the friction nearly drove her to her knees. She held on to him to keep standing. He switched to her otherbreast and used his fingers to caress the first. She ran her fingers through his hair, then brought his face to hers so she could kiss him again.
    As their tongues tangled, he unfastened the button on her jeans. She stepped out of her flats. Seconds later, her jeans and bikini briefs hit the floor. Finn followed, dropping to his knees, parting her thighs and kissing her intimately.
    There was no warning, she thought frantically. No way to prepare herself for the gentle assault of his lips and tongue. She was defenseless as he explored all of her before returning again and again to her swollen center.
    With each erotic lick, she felt herself getting closer. Her legs trembled until it was nearly impossible to stay upright. She dug her fingers into his shoulders, but it wasn’t enough. She could feel herself starting to sink.
    He caught her as she fell, pulling her into his embrace and against his