Page 100 of Knot a Good Idea

I have a tendency to overshare, especially when my emotions are involved.

When I turn around, she’s in front of me, looking up at me with her wide, soulful eyes.

The wind blows slightly, and her scent wafts around me, sweet and honeyed.

Fuck.

I could live off that for the rest of my life.

Ever since I’ve tasted her, I’ve wanted more.

I’ve come with my hand around my cock too many times to count, thinking only of April and her scent.

“Hey,” she says softly. “As long as you’re being genuine, you won’t be too much for me.”

My smile falls slightly.

“I’m not sure about that,” I murmur. “But thank you.”

I wish it were true.

But I’ve been called too emotional my whole life.

I’ve felt things too intensely, and it’s been made very clear to me that it’s not normal, especially not for an Alpha.

The anxiety doesn’t help, either.

At my expression, she frowns. “Hey.” She reaches out, and her delicate fingers trace my lips. “Don’t do that. I mean it. My best friend feels a lot of things at once, too. It’s okay.”

I grab her hand and press my lips to her fingers. “Thank you,” I tell her. I lean against the driver’s side of the car, not wanting to stop touching her.

I could stay in the driveway forever, just holding hands and breathing in her scent.

But she tilts her head, appearing slightly confused.

“I don’t understand,” she says finally.

“Understand what?” I’m floating in a haze made of nothing but vanilla and cinnamon.

“How you make me feel this way,” she whispers. “I’ve been through a lot, and for a long time, the last thing I wanted to do wasfeel.But you make me want to do it again.”

Before I can respond, she stands on her tiptoes and kisses me.

It’s a sweet, gentle kiss, and I relax into it, exhaling against her mouth.

She’s just as sweet as I remembered. Delicious, mouthwatering, andperfect.

My inner Alpha is desperate for attention, longing to break free of his restraint and have her all to himself.

My cock stirs as April whimpers in my mouth, and I pull away from her reluctantly.

“We have to go,” I whisper, chuckling against her lips. “I’ll kiss you anywhere you want, but let’s get out of the driveway first.”

“Good idea,” she breathes, laughing as well. “I don’t know how much longer I can wait, though.”

I recognize the syrupy scent of her slick. I had scented it faintly that night at the gala, but now it’s almost overpowering.

Fuck.

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