Page 32 of Sweet Heat

With a loud click, a door opens, and something in my chest gives a tug, letting me know it’s Miller. Something about his presence calls to me with a ferocity that forces me to pull just an inch of the covers down so I can peer out of my cozy safe haven.

And holy heck, the view is worth it.

Panting, my mouth instantly dry, I take in the vision before me. Miller, that sexy jerk, is standing in my room with nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist. Miles of muscles with droplets of water running down his washboard abs in the most enticing patterns. I’d look away, but I can’t. A smattering of dark hair dusts his chest, turning into a trail that leads lower and lower until it disappears beneath the crisp white linen. Wiggling, my fingers twitch, yearning to follow that line until I get a fistful of his heavy Alpha cock.

A thrill rushes through me, then my slick answers the call of my libido, arousal slipping down my thighs. Miller’s head snaps toward the bed, his nostrils flaring. The temperature under the blanket becomes sweltering, and I rub my legs together, searching for friction. Miller’s towel begins to rise, the outline of his cock barely visible but just enough to make me almost swallowmy tongue. My pulse pounds with excitement—I’m dying to see it. To feel its heavy weight thrusting between my open lips.

Holy heck, is it normal to react to an Alpha like this? Is my heat coming?

As quickly as that thought rolls through, I dismiss it, knowing full well that notanyAlpha will do. The memory of Alex’s slimy lips pressed to mine last night instantly sours my mood, knocking the lust right out of me. Fucking dickhead. No. It’s Miller—only him. Every time he walks into a room, I can’t keep my eyes off him. Even if he hates me, I can’t pretend there isn’t an invisible cord tying us together.

He certainly didn’t hate you when his mouth was on your pussy…

Have I been wrong all this time?

Ducking down, I pull the covers up to block my vision, sensing him moving closer. I tremble, caught between wanting to fling myself into his arms and needing to hide. After last night’s date, my confidence is at an all-time low, and a cool dismissal from Miller might just break me.

I freeze, my heart galloping.

The bed dips, and a hand presses on the top of my blanket mountain. He doesn’t move to take them off me, and for that, I’m grateful. Instead, the pressure brings me comfort, as though he knows what I need better than I know myself—and maybe he does.

“Hiding from me, Puff?” His deep voice is a sweet caress, lighting all my nerve endings and setting my pulse fluttering. Even if the stupid nickname makes me frown.

“Maybe,” I mutter, burrowing deeper, knowing he’s not going to pretend this didn’t happen. Crossing my fingers, I hope he doesn’t tell me it’s an Alpha/omega thing. No more than our instincts and a bit of heat.

So far, he’s been my first kiss. My first orgasm at the hands of a man—and even though I wish it didn’t—it meanseverything.

Mine.

“How long are you thinking about hiding under there? Cause I’d like to take you to dinner.” His hand moves in calming circles over the soft blanket, adding pressure through the material until he’s stroking all my stress away. A desperate squeak comes from my throat, and I gasp.

Miller’s purr answers me, and the sound is better than a hug, making me wonder why I was so upset in the first place. The temperature in my fort is now stifling, causing sweat to bead along my skin. I pull the blanket down a little, allowing my eyes and mouth to make an appearance.

“There’s my girl.” He grins at me with his eyes twinkling. This man is so damn beautiful that it takes my breath away and my brain stutter. He reaches out, running his thumb over my lips, and my tongue darts out for just the littlest taste of his skin.Cinnamon sugar. Caramel.I can’t be imagining it. “You feeling all right?”

I swallow down a moan and force myself to still instead of chasing the flavor.

“Fine,” I rasp.

“Hungry?” he asks, still mapping the lines of my face with a gentle, almost reverent touch. Confusion swirls within me, but the power of his purr quickly quashes it.

My stomach growls in response to the question, and he chuckles like it’s adorable, but it’s embarrassing as fuck. A girl my size shouldn’t be hungry. I had snacks when Emma and Mari were here…

“I’m so sorry,” I blurt, suddenly overwhelmed with guilt for making him tend to me. His purr stops, and I give in to the anxiety filling every part of my body. There are so many beautiful omegas out there he could be with instead. Twisting with anger, my gut hates that idea.I’ll kill anyone who touches him.But it doesn’t stop the word vomit from erupting. “I know you have better things to do than be here. And, oh my God… dothat.”

Pulling the blanket over me again, I hide my face from Miller, unable to handle talking about sex stuff with him. My inexperience is showing in a big way, and mortification makes me want to curl up and disappear. Panting as quietly as possible, I try to hold back the omega whine threatening to spill from my overstimulated psyche.

With a growl, he yanks the covers down but leaves the rest of my body covered respectfully.

“Let’s get one thing straight, Posie,” he snaps. “Licking your pussy was thebestpart of my day. My year. Mylife. I can’t wait to do it again.”

My jaw drops to the floor.

“And when you let me, I’m going to sink my cock so deep inside you we’ll become one. Then I’ll knot you and never let you go.” He swoops down, taking my lips in a punishing kiss, effectively stopping me from making any more stupid comments. My core quickens, pulsing at his words. “I’m not here out of thekindness of my heart to help a friend. Sweet girl, I’m here because you’remine.”

He pulls back, and I instantly miss his nearness, wanting it back more than my next breath. Freezing, I sit there completely dumbfounded, unable to speak. There are so many questions flitting through my mind that I can’t catch a single one as they bounce around erratically.

My world’s been blown apart by his words. Everything I thought I knew about him and his feelings only leave me with more questions. I whimper at the jumble of emotions, unable to make sense of anything.

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