Page 20 of Possessive Alpha

My voice is faint in the face of his intense stare. “Outside? Why?”

He strokes a finger along my jaw. “I would have needed to touch you.”

“Why outside?” That finger is driving me insane. “I mean, wouldn’t it make more sense for you to take me upstairs?”

What the hell am I saying? I don’t want this.

His gaze slides up to mine. Holds it. “I wouldn’t have wanted everyone to know where I was touching you.”

My mouth is dry. “H-How would they have known that?” I stutter.

His head dips, warm air brushing my lips when he says, “Mostly from your screaming, sweetheart.”

I clamp my thighs together, but I fear it’s far, far too late for that.

His nostrils have already flared, and wait… when did I put my hands on his hips?

I snatch them back. Immediately. I clear my throat. “Well, then it’s a good thing there was no touching. By anybody.”

His lip quirks into a sexy half-smile. “No reason there can’t be some touching now.”

“There is,” I deny.

He holds my gaze. “Why not?”

And you know what? The squirrel I’d hoped would run off with Ty’s shirt must have taken off with my brain instead because I can’t think of even one reason.

His head dips further. “Nothing?”

He practically breathes it against my lips, and I stifle a moan. If I tilted my head up just a little to the right, that’s all it would take to bridge the distance between us.

My brain is starting to work again when Ty’s hand cups my hip and he tucks me closer to him so our lower bodies aren’t just brushing. We’re flush together. And this almost kiss is as arousing to him as it is to me from what’s hardening against me.

We just… fit. And we shouldn’t. He’s so much taller than me, a veritable wall of muscle. But when he aligns our bodies like this, we always seem to fit.

Perfectly.

How?

What little brain power I have deserts me and I sigh, angling my head as his fingers tighten on my hip and?—

“Oh, sorry!” Regan’s voice punctures the moment.

I wrench my head back.

Thunk.

I rub the spot as I wince. “Shit.”

It’s embarrassing how hollow the sound was. After the way I nearly fell into the same hole twice, and my inability to answer questions, there’s no way Ty won’t think I’m a brainless twit.

Cheeks burning, I move to slip around him.

“Hey! Not so fast.” His hand on my arm halts me and I peer up at him.

“What are you doing?”

He frames the sides of my head. “Kissing it better. Hold still.”

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