There’s electricity in the air, raising goose bumps on my arms.
“Will you kiss me now?” She loosens her hold enough that our gazes clash.
“I don’t think I can stop with a kiss.”
The woman I love told me I’m hers. My whole body is hot with need to show her that she’ll never have a reason to regret her choice. That I don’t need a drop of magic in my body to be the best mate a selkie has ever had.
“Then, don’t stop.” Isla leans in, flicking her tongue against my bottom lip.
Next thing I know, my ass is on the ground, and my woman is straddling me. Our mouths are so close that we share a breath, just before I tilt my chin up and claim a taste of my selkie mate.
11
ISLA
Finn kissesme like he’ll never get the chance to again.
Easing in and then taking, never breaking away.
I can hold my breath underwater for hours, yet somehow, this man gets me to start panting.
But a sudden realization has me pressing him away.
“No,” he growls, dark eyes tracking my mouth.
“That was a convincing animalistic noise. I’m impressed.”
“Isla.” His voice comes out with a deeper rasp the second time as his fingers dig into my waist.
“I needed my mouth free to talk to you about something important.”
When my pause stretches, he snaps forward, trying to capture me in another kiss. But I’m faster and a touch stronger than he is, holding him at bay.
“Eyes up, human. Focus on my face.”
Finn’s hungry gaze flits to my eyes and stays there, his dilated pupils showing just how aroused he is. Of course, I’m also sitting on a very prominent erection, so I’m not surprised.
“I’m focused,” he claims. “Extremelyfocused.”
“Good. I fell in love with you senior year, when you picked me first for your kickball team in gym class.”
For a full count of five, my human just stares at me. “But that was after you thought Owen was your mate.”
“I know. Which I told the gods was extremely inconvenient and cruel and that they should take the emotion away.”
“Did they?”
“I thought so.” Suddenly, I realize that I have permission to touch Finn, so I reach up and comb my fingers through his unruly mop of black hair. “Then, right before graduation, you ran back to my car to get my flip-flops after one of my heels broke. And I fell in love with you all over again.”
With each word I speak, a smile creeps wider over Finn’s face. “You’ve been in love with me since graduation?”
“Of course not!” I scoff. “I reminded the gods that they’d chosen Owen as my fated mate, so theyreallyneeded to get rid of the love I felt for you. And I’m positive they did.”
“Is that so?” From the lowering of Finn’s eyelids, I can tell he doesn’t believe me.
“Yes. But then it was raining. That time at the coffee shop three years ago. And you came inside, all wet, with your shirt clinging to your chest.” Now, I hook my fingers under his black T-shirt and tug the material off over his head to see the offending chest.
“You fell in love with me because I was wet?” His chuckle brushes against my neck as he leans in to press kisses to the sensitive area.
