Page 7 of Overeager
“I think you should invite me inside.”
“We haven’t even kissed,” Eli told him, even as he let Noah pluck his empty cup from his hands. “Maybe we’re not compatible.”
They were compatible. They were compatible as fuck. Noah knew it as sure as anything.
But if Eli wanted a kiss to seal the deal?
Noah may have been a virgin, but he wasn’t completely inexperienced. He could handle an audition like that no problem. He grasped Eli’s chin, moving in slowly, giving the omega a chance to back away.
But it was Eli who surged up and closed the distance.
Noah grinned against Eli’s mouth, then slipped in his tongue, deepening the kiss immediately. He wasn’t going to allow some chaste press of lips, not when a night with Eli was at stake.
Eli tasted like champagne, fizzy and sweet. A hungry noise escaped Noah’s throat, and he moved his hand down, cupping the back of Eli’s neck, his thumb brushing a mere centimeter away from Eli’s scent gland. Where a mating mark would lie.
Eli made a little mewling noise that went straight to Noah’s dick, his scent blooming into something deeper. He tossed a leg over Noah, clambering halfway into his lap as Noah sucked on his tongue.
Fuck. This was it. This was perfect. Noah grabbed Eli’s hip, ready to grind up against him. He was already hardening, the combination of Eli’s taste and scent and innate eagerness setting his body on fire.
A hand settled on Noah’s chest, pushing him back gently.
Noah broke the kiss with a reluctant groan. Eli was panting, those golden-brown eyes wide, like he was surprised at himself. “So you’ve kissed before, I take it?”
Noah grinned at him. “Hey, Eli,” he said again.
“Yes?”
“Invite me in.”
Eli’s cabinwas pretty much an exact replica of Noah’s, other than small differences in decoration. It was too small to pretend they were just there to extend the conversation, if either of them had been inclined to.
Eli was shivering, even with the heat turned up and a towel wrapped around him. Noah removed his own towel, placing it over Eli’s shoulders and rubbing briskly to help him dry off and warm up.
Eli gave Noah another shy, grateful smile, peering up at him sweetly, and for the first time that night, nerves crept in to mess with Noah’s head.
Noah really liked Eli already, and he had no idea what he was doing. What if he fucked it up? What if he couldn’t make Eli feel good?
He needed to ground himself, and there was only one way he wanted to do it.
“Hey.” He tugged his towel off Eli carefully, now that the omega was fully dried. “Can I scent mark you?”
Eli waited a beat before answering—Noah held his breath, afraid to make the slightest movement—and then he tilted his neck. “Of course.”
Fuck yeah.Noah stepped in close, lowering his head to the crook of Eli’s neck. He rubbed his forehead and cheeks against Eli’s soft skin, loosening his hold on his pheromones.
Eli let out a gasp, swaying into him. “Oh.”
Noah lifted his head with immense effort. “Okay?” Maybe he’d come on too strong. He was turned on, and way too eager, and it was highly possible he’d just blasted Eli with an overwhelming wave of his scent.
But Eli was already nodding. “Yeah. It’s okay. You just—” He inhaled deeply, his eyes going a little hazy. He rubbed his forehead against Noah’s bare shoulder, scent marking him lightly in return. “You smell really good.”
“Yeah?” Noah grinned at him, suddenly feeling about ten feet tall. “I’m glad. Because you smell fucking delicious.”
He really, really did, especially without the chlorine getting in the way. There was a kind of tart freshness to Eli’s scent that made Noah want to drink him the fuck up. A delicious little frozen margarita, the kind with more citrus than sweetness.
Noah went back to scent marking Eli’s neck, possibly going a little overboard with it. But some of Noah’s nerves were already settling, now that Eli smelled like him.
Now that they smelled like each other.
