Page 87 of The Florist and Her Alphas

Oh my god.

His eyes flick down to where my thighs are squeezed together on my counter, and he licks his lips as his gaze darkens. He sets the spoon down on the spoon rest without breaking eye contact. He takes one slow step toward me. Then another.

He stops between my knees.

He brings his sauce-covered thumb up to his mouth and licks the butter off it slowly, watching me watch him do it.

My stomach somersaults. My pussy clenches, wet and aching, and I lick my lips, trying to distract myself from how badly I want his mouth on mine.

He picks up the spoon again. Dips it into the pan. Cups his other hand under it to catch any drip. Brings the spoon up to my mouth.

“I need you to taste it for me,” he says, and I open my mouth, heart-pounding. Then he slips the back of the spoon between my lips. The sauce is hot and rich— acid from the lemon, depth from the wine, the herbal hit of thyme, the warm fat of butter holding it all together. I close my mouth around the spoon and look up at him.

He swallows. Pulls the spoon out slowly.

“You’re in trouble,” he says, low and rough, his voice gone half an octave lower than it had been thirty seconds ago.

I breathe, “I am.”

He sets the spoon down. Steps closer and rests his hands on my thighs on either side of my hips on the counter. Looks up at me while I sit there nonchalantly on the counter.

And kisses me hungrily on the lips.

He has been holding back, and the second I give him permission, he stops holding back. His mouth is hot and demanding against mine, his tongue pushing past my lips, and I kiss him back the same way. I’m desperate, clutching at his shoulders, my legs wrapping around his hips to pull him in closer.

He groans into my mouth. “I missed you, Lia.”

“I missed you too,” I whisper, feeling his erection pressing against the inside of my thigh. I want him closer to my throbbing pussy. I’m aching for him so bad. “You’re the first guy to ever show me a good time and take me out on a date. I don’t want to ever leave you ever again.”

A look of relief comes over his shining eyes, and he grins. “That’s right, hun. And I’ll never let you leave me just like that ever again.”

He hugs me tight, and I allow my hand to drift down to his hard cock. I squeeze, and he groans in my ear.

“You like that, baby? You like when I grab your dick out of nowhere?” I tease.

“Fuck, I need you naked right now,” he growls, quickly pushing my sweater up my ribs and unbuttoning my jeans for me. He yanks them down my thick thighs along with my damp underwear.

I kick them off the rest of the way, and they land on the kitchen floor in a heap.

He pushes my thighs wider, staring at my pussy while licking his lips. Then he cups one hand between my legs, making my pussy clench and release slick onto his palm right away.

He laughs against my mouth, low and pleased. “You’re quite wet for me. You couldn’t stand to be away from me for one second. Is that right?”

“No. I can live on my own without needing a man,” I tease, but he pushes a finger inside me to prove his point, curling it against my G-spot, and I grip his shoulder weakly, gasping as my lower belly clenches tight. Slowly he pulls his finger out, and we both stare at the clear slick dripping from it.

“Do you see that? Your inner omega wolf just can’t be apart from me or my brothers,” he says, licking off his finger. I watch as he unzips his slacks and pushes them down far enough to release his cock.

He pushes into me in one smooth, deep stroke.

I bite my lip to keep from crying out. He fills me completely, stretching me open, his cock thick and hot inside me, and I have to press my forehead to his shoulder and breathe through it.

“You’re so big,” I gasp.

“If you can take me in your ass, you can take me in your pussy. Do you remember when I fucked your ass in the library?”

“Yes, Julian,” I reply, blushing.

The sauce continues to bubble on the stove behind him.