I tipped the bottle in question, although the word came out almost too quiet to be heard despite how close we were. He’d seemed stoic all night, but when I finally dragged my eyes up to his face, he had a bemused smile on his lips.
He lifted his glass in response, holding it where I could fill it easily. I had to focus to keep from overflowing the glass as he stole my ability to think beyond the desire coiled in my belly.
“Do you like Scotch?”
The question took me by surprise as I set the bottle on the table, and I had to shake my head to pull my thoughts together.
“I’ve never tried it.”
Alex shifted in his chair, sitting up a bit straighter before patting one thick thigh.
“Come here and I’ll give you a taste.”
My brow quirked as I looked from his thigh to his face, to the glass in his hand. It was clear what he wanted, and while a good girl, a smart girl, would have denied him, I wanted nothing more than to climb into his lap.
Taking my courage in both hands and saying to hell with being a good girl, I stepped between his legs and turned to settle on his thigh.
“And what if I want more than a taste?”
The words seemed to come from someone else, the omega hussy in me taking over. It had been almost a week since I’d caught my ex cheating on me, a week of doubts swirling around in the back of my mind, and it was time to follow my usual advice and get under a new alpha to boost my confidence.
The thought of having an audience only made my pussy clench harder.
Don’t knock a kink until you try it.
“Then I’ll see what I can do for you, omega.”
I felt the rumbled words through the arm pressed against his chest. The hand he settled on my outer hip was a burning brand, splitting my attention between it and the nearness of his mouth to mine.
“Open up.”
It was almost a whisper, but I obeyed automatically, parting my lips as he held my gaze captive. I couldn’t have looked away from his dark eyes if I’d wanted to, and a shiver trailed down my spine as cool glass touched my bottom lip.
I pursed my mouth to take a sip as he tilted the glass, the initial burn of the alcohol shocking my tastebuds before the flavor hit. As entranced as I’d been, my nose scrunched as I swallowed, and I pulled away from the alpha in reaction.
“Eww!”
I shook my head, trying to dislodge the taste in my mouth as Alex’s laugh bounced me on his leg. If I ever needed to forget my lust and focus again, I’d have to remember to take a sip of that nasty stuff.
“Here, let me fix it.”
I was still grimacing when he took hold of my chin, turning my head to face him. Before I could even draw a breath, his lips were on mine, his tongue tracing the seam in search of entrance.
My mouth opened without conscious thought, letting him in. He wasted no time, invading with a smooth thrust of his tongue against mine that sent sparks of electricity dancing along my nerves. They coalesced in my throbbing clit as if it was there his tongue was stroking.
My head was starting to spin when his hand on my hip moved, his fingers dipping beneath the hem of my skirt to touch bare skin. I jerked at the contact before pressing into it, unable to hold back the moan that spilled from my throat. Alex swallowed it, caressing my leg again before moving his hand to grip my hip.
I didn’t protest as he lifted and turned me to straddle him in the chair. It was just wide enough for my knees to slot between his hard body and the smooth wood, the fabric of his suit luxurious against my inner thighs. A spare thought lamented what my slick was going to do to that fabric, but I couldn’t care as both of his hands slid down to slip beneath my skirt, though they remained on the outsides of my thighs.
He finally broke the kiss, leaving me panting as my fingers curled around his lapels.
“Better?”
I heaved another lungful of smokey chocolate as my core clenched, desperate to be filled. His hands on my skin, so close to where I wanted to be touched, only made me more sure that I wanted this.
“No.”
He huffed, smirking as his fingers tightened on my flesh.