Page 233 of Captive Omega

I pull back. “How about?—”

“Didn’t hurt. If you wanted to?—”

“Keep going?” I interrupt, noting the growing heat in his eyes.

He nods.

I kiss his jaw again, and this time I don’t stop trailing soft, light kisses along his throat. It takes me a second to realize the faint touch on my lower back is his hand.

I pull back. His breathing has changed, and his eyes dip to my mouth.

“If I were to kiss you,” he looks at my mouth, “would that be something you wanted?”

I don’t know why he would think I wouldn’t want his kiss.

“I would love it if you kissed me.”

The moment his lips touch mine, I know we’re not having self-defense lessons today.

“You’re very good at that,” I say, trying to control my breathing.

“You liked it?”

“I think I might need you to do that again. Just to make sure. For… science reasons.”

He leans toward me, lips twitching. “Science reasons?”

His lips brush mine as I nod. “Hmm-mmm. Need to be sure.”

He angles his head as he deepens the kiss. He’s rolling me onto my back and I’m sliding my palms under his shirt when my door flies open.

I shove Blaine off the bed and bolt upright. “Yeah?”

Vaughn stands, filling the doorway, eyes narrowing with suspicion. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing.”

His eyes narrow further. “You’re all hot and bothered. Do you have a boy in here?”

A boy?

“What makes you think that?”

“Violet.” His blue gaze roves over my room. “She snuck a boy into her bedroom once and tried to hide him in her closet.”

I scramble out of bed, face hot. “Oh, no. I’m just hanging out.”

“On your bed with the top button of your blouse undone, lips all rosy, and pupils dilated?”

Unbuttoned shirt? When did Blaine do that?

I lift my hand to confirm it on my way to the door. Damn, I didn’t feel a thing. “You can tell all that in a second?”

“I’m extremely observant,” he says, once again raking his eyes around my room.

“Well, nothing to see here.”

Vaughn slowly retreats from my room, eyes still narrowed. “I thought you had a self-defense lesson with Blaine.”