Page 33 of Follow Your Instincts

I raised my eyebrows at him. “It’s our first date, and you’re already planning a trip to Illinois?”

“Fuck no, we’ll make them come here,” he said, then suddenly gave me another one of those extra-brilliant smiles that made my heart flip. “Hey! You just said this is a date!”

“Don’t make me regret it,” I teased.

Ben’s eyes grew dark as we maintained eye contact, and my scent intensified.

“If you keep looking at me like that, these shorts are going to get even more inappropriate,” he said, and I flushed again. Why were we running in the cold when I had a perfectly good bed we could be enjoying?

We lapsed into silence again, but kept catching each other’s eyes when trying to take sneaky glances. After the third time this happened, I burst out laughing and had to slow to a stop. We were at the entrance to a park, and I turned in. “Let’s walk for a minute, I need to catch my breath, and I don’t trust you not to make me laugh,” I said.

Ben grabbed my hand and interlaced our fingers as we strolled into the park. The sun was up, and the morning was a little warmer now. Light filtered through the autumnfoliage and created a golden glow. The park was deserted, and suddenly the awareness of Ben next to me was overwhelming. Running had made his scent even stronger, the watermelon sweeter, and the basil note more intense. He really was gorgeous, especially in this golden morning light.

He pulled me closer until our shoulders bumped. “I’d give almost anything to know what you’re thinking right now,” he said.

I laughed and bumped his shoulder again, looking up at him through my eyelashes. “You can’t tell? I thought my scent gives everything away now.”

Ben slung his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close. “Not everything, Maggie.”

His scent enveloped me and I lost control, suddenly and completely. I whined and pressed myself against him, my face buried in the crook of his shoulder.

He groaned and pulled me a few steps into the shelter of a gazebo, overgrown by yellow ivy. He turned and pressed my back against one of the columns, growling when I whined and tried to pull him closer. I could feel his hard length pressed to my leg, but he wouldn’t let me maneuver it closer to where I really needed it.

“I want to kiss you,” he said, his voice uncharacteristically rough, “but I want to make sure it’s what you want, too.”

I breathed in his scent deeply and felt a bit of the manic need for closeness pass. After a few moments, I felt a settling and the desire burning in my core banked slightly. The clear evidence of his arousal made me less self-conscious. I pulled back slightly.

“I really want you to kiss me,” I said, looking into his rich brown eyes. He smiled down at me.

“Good,” he said, simply, before closing the distance between us. He brushed his lips against mine once, then pressed a soft kiss to the right corner of my mouth. He started to pull back, and I opened my eyes in surprise. He was smirking, like he knew I was disappointed in the chaste kiss.

Just to spite him, I hauled his face to mine and claimed his lips in a bruising kiss. He reacted immediately, pressing me back into the column and thrusting his thigh between mine. I licked at his lips, and he responded by sweeping his tongue against mine in a slow slide. I gasped and ground against his leg, needing friction. My scent was out of control and mingled with his to create an intoxicating mix that made me feel high.

When he swept his tongue against mine again, I pulled it into my mouth and sucked.

“Fuck, Maggie,” he groaned, breaking our kiss, but still pressing his rock hard length against me. “I’m going to lose control and fuck you in this gazebo if we don’t stop.”

“Yes, that sounds amazing, let’s do it,” I said and slid my hand down to grip him through those ridiculous shorts.

He yelped and grabbed my wrist. “And I’m supposedly the troublemaker?” he asked me with one raised eyebrow, then stepped away to let chilly air flow between us.

Suddenly, the desire I’d felt turned into a sense of crushing rejection. I felt tears pricking my eyes.He doesn’t want me, that little voice inside said, which I was beginning to realize was the Omega part of my brain. I knew logically that hedidwant me, and we just couldn’t fuck in a public park, but that little voice was persistent.

“Maggie, sweetheart, come here,” Ben said and wrapped me in another embrace.

“Sorry, I think it’s the stupid Omega instincts,” I said as tears started to fall. “This is so embarrassing, I’m sorry.”

“Let me make something very clear, then. I intend to make love to you, slowly and thoroughly. I’m going to taste your sweet pussy and make you come so hard you can’t see straight. I might even knot you if you’re a very good girl.” His filthy whisper against my ear made me shiver, and the tears stopped immediately. “I just can’t do those things with a man walking his dog 50 feet away.”

I snapped my head up, and sure enough an old man was glaring at us while his dog, also staring at us with anexpression of disapproval, pooped. I burst out laughing again at the absurdity and tried to step away from Ben.

“Nope, you need to stay right there. I’m indecent, remember,” he whispered, and pressed his erection against me again. We both smiled at the old man, but I stayed wrapped in Ben’s arms.

“Nice morning!” Ben called to him.

“This is a family park,” he called back. “I can smell your stink over here, you perverts!” He stooped to pick up his dog’s poop in a bright blue bag, then shook it at us before walking back towards the opposite entrance of the park than the one we’d entered through.

“Well, I think that did the trick,” Ben said brightly. “Race you?”

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