Page 29 of Foxy Filthy Omega

I was not in control of my own thoughts let alone my fucking body.

Sweat slid down her face and neck, and my attention instantly fixated on the movement. One drop fell onto my lips and my tongue darted out, licking it up before I could stop myself.

I closed my eyes, not wanting to see her reaction to that when I was appalled enough for the both of us.

Why the fuck was I reacting like this? It wasn’t like she was an omega. Not that it really would have mattered, but that might have made more sense.

I was the kind of person who didn’t care aboutanyone. Omega or otherwise. So what the fuck was this?

“Soren, are you okay?” She released me and moved to get off, but froze when I grabbed her.

I didn’t realize what I was doing until it was already done.

She’d finally said my name and the weight of her on top of me was oddly comforting even if her scent made me want to bury my face in her thighs.

My instincts were all over the place and the only thing I could really focus on was the look in her eyes.

Francesca looked scared.

“Sorry,” I managed, forcing my hands off of her. “I’m sorry…I didn’t mean…” I trailed off when I heard just how tense and gruff my voice sounded.

It made me want to whisper just to make sure I never saw that look in her eyes again.

She slid off me and I rolled away from her, tucking myself up and into the waistband of my sweats before she could see how hard I was.

Fuck, this was mortifying.

I used to be the perfect soldier, and now here I was, falling apart because a woman smelled like my favorite dessert.

“Did I hurt you?” Francesca put her hand on my shoulder and I wanted so badly to reassure her but I couldn’t.

“I’m fine,” I insisted as I shifted my weight onto my knees. I made sure to keep my eyes down so she wouldn’t see just how close I was to grabbing her again. “I apologize for disappointing you.”

The silence between us was awkward and she reached for me again, but this time her hand fell to her side before it could make contact. She must have read something in my demeanor that told her just how desperately I didn’t want her to touch me.

If she did…

I swallowed, my mouth watering again.

“You didn’t disappoint me,” she whispered as she crossed her arms over her chest.

It didn’t look like she was mad, but almost like she was hugging herself. Like somehowIwas the one disappointed inher.

I clenched my hands into fists so I wouldn’t grab her again.

What the fuckwasthis? Was it just her scent?

Who knows. Maybe I was finally losing my goddamn mind.

“Time’s up anyways.” She jumped to her feet before I could say anything else. “We’ll work on this again tomorrow.”

I watched as she practically ran back to the locker room.

This was bad. I needed to figure out why I was reacting like this before I did something really fucking stupid.

Like asking her to sit on my face until I was drenched in her scent.

I licked my lips and glanced down. My dick was still rock-hard and my skin was itching to have her pressed against it once more.

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