Page 53 of Crash Course Omega
“Is that okay?” I ask, though he sounds so sincere.
“It's more than okay. But you're going to have to open this door to find out if that's enough for you.”
I squeeze my eyes closed, still not sure if I’m making the right decision. But the longer I put it off, the more my pussy aches, and I know it’s inevitable.
I just hope this won’t bite me in the ass. In a bad way.
The lock screeches as I pull it back, and Jaxx's eyes widen as he finds me standing in my underwear.
The second I see him, I perfume, my legs weak, my body hot, whimpering as his expression grows dark and he drinks me in.
“Fuck,” he growls. “Is that really you?” he asks.
I press my hand across my stomach like I can hide myself.
“Just your pheromones, okay?” I croak. I should have put my suit back on before I let him in.
Because he takes a step forward, crowding my space like I remember, his body twice the size of mine. And I love it that way. I love how he opens his arms, his hands shaking as he holds himself back and waits for me.
And I whimper as I step into them.
He smells so good, and the moment is so right as he gathers me up in a bear hug and drowns me in his pheromones and his scent.
I relax into him, just like his omega would, and he props his chin on top of my head.
I wrap my arms around him, holding him tighter, burying my face in his chest so I can inhale deeply, and relax.
If I were a normal person, I’d have celebrated my first F1 drive on a professional circuit with the rest of the team. Instead, I am wound up and horny and begging an almost stranger for his pheromones.
My head clears, and the heat in my body drifts away as they flow from him and comfort me.
We said we were just people. That there was nothing more here. And I want to trust that he’ll keep that promise.
“I’m okay now,” I say softly, loosening my hold and gently easing back. But his arms are stiff, and he holds on even tighter with a possessive growl that both excites and annoys me.
“Just one more minute,” he whispers.
“We’re going to have to move at some point,” I say.
“I don’t want to let you go again,” he confesses. His voice is muffled, even against my ear.
I started this whole thing by perfuming in the car, but I need to be the one to end it.
I won’t tell him it’s a mistake. Because I would have done the same thing if Everest had followed me. He just happens to be the one here.
“Jaxx,” I say with warning in my voice. I should have moved away when I had the chance, and not tipped my head back to meet his expression, which stole my breath away.
“Harmony,” he replies, hitting me with such a look of passion that my knees go weak. My heart stutters in my chest, and the heat I thought had faded away reignites.
“This is a really bad idea,” I whisper.
“You’ve seen me race. Do you ever think I have a bad idea?”
His smile is the perfect mix of kind, understanding, and wicked. And I can’t help but smile back.
It’s so easy to let go as he finds my lips. Groans echo between us as his warmth fills me along with his taste.
His fingers dance along my bare spine to circle my hip.
