Page 11 of What A Croc
Dipping my head down, close enough to feel the heated breath escaping between his perfectly bowed lips, I couldn’t hold myself back any longer. I needed to taste this man. Needed to feel his mouth on mine, his lips brushing against mine. Needed to breathe him in so I could live.
“I’m going to kiss you now, Robert. And on Friday night, I’m going to take you on a proper date. One kiss. One date. That’s all I’m asking from you.”
“Yes.” The word was so quiet, I barely heard it. I thought for a moment that I imagined it in my head, just wishful thinking on my part.
But then he tilted his head up, his light brown eyes closing, his lips parting in anticipation and a silent invitation.
My mouth covered his softly, the first touch shocking and electric, and so much more than I had expected it to be. Robert moaned softly, the sound shooting straight tomy cock, and I wanted to pull him to me, mold his body to mine tightly, and grind against him.
Slowly. I needed to go slow around my gazelle. Holding myself in check, I resisted all the things I wanted to do and let myself get lost in the wonder of our first kiss. His lips parted under mine, my tongue sweeping in to taste him.
Cinnamon and nutmeg. Wet heat. Untapped need.
I had kissed a lot of omegas before meeting Levi. I had kissed none since losing Levi.
This kiss, this first kiss with Robert, surpassed every kiss that had come before it.
Even the kisses between Levi and me paled in comparison, and that realization shook me to my core.
Breaking the kiss, we stared at each other in silence, chests heaving as the need for air hit us both. Robert looked as dazed as I felt.
“Friday night, Robert,” I whispered, thumbing his kiss swollen lower lip.
He nodded, his eyes glazed, dazed and wide, but he agreed. “Friday night. One date. One.”
Stubborn omega. If the man thought I was letting him go after that kiss, he was fooling himself.
He was my fated and he would be mine.
Chapter Five
Robert
Jackson had been gone from my kitchen for about ten minutes–maybe longer–when there was a quick rap on my front door and Wyatt barged in, Julianna wiggling to be put down. He set her on her chubby legs, and she rushed over to the basket I kept for her in the corner, filled with toys and books.
I was still standing there, shell-shocked, my fingers lightly touching my kiss-swollen lips.
I had never had a kiss like the one Jackson had laid on me.
Not that I had kissed that many people–a few before meeting Jane–but all those kisses paled in comparison to what had happened the second Jackson’s lips had touched mine.
Was it really possible for a kiss to change your entire world?
I had never thought so until now.
Now I was questioning my entire life.
“Pops?” Wyatt stood in front of me, looking both concerned and amused at the same time. It was possible he had called my name more than once.
“Huh?”
Yeah, words weren’t going to be wording in my jumbled-up brain for a bit. Not to mention my dick was still half hard in my sweats, and was that slick making my ass damp? Yes, it was. So, I wasn’t a shriveled up omega just yet. Good to know.
“I asked if you were okay?” Wyatt said slowly, pausing a bit between each word. Going over to my coffee machine, he busied himself making a cup.
“Uh, yeah, I’m fine.” Running a hand through my hair, I gave him a tentative smile. Obviously, I wasn’t fooling my son any more than I was fooling myself, because he rolled his hazel eyes and handed me the cup of coffee he had just made. My nerves were a jangled mess, and more caffeine was probably the last thing I needed, but I took the cup gratefully.
“Want to try again?” he asked, amusement lacing his words. The coffee machine gurgled and whirled noisily while he made himself his own cup.
