Page 34 of Crash Course Omega
My gaze runs over every bump and ridge of her chest, from the lines of her collarbones, down to her hard nipples that are barely an inch away from my fingers.
She has to cool her skin down so she doesn’t burn. And my awful alpha brain is saying I need to lick her until she’s better.
Everything is spiraling around me, and I have to do something. I need to make sure she isn’t hurt, but what else can I do apart from stand here like an idiot? I can’t protect her. I can’t even stop her from being burned, so how can I be worthy of her?
“Everest!” she shouts. I don’t realize I’m almost wheezing as I keep dabbing at her chest.
Harmony grabs the towel, throwing it away before she pulls my hands from hers stopping me as my breaths speed up. Her bra snaps back against her chest, and I gasp.
The reason I became the Chief Mechanic was because of my cool head. No matter what the situation, I could keep myself together, but I can’t stand that she might be hurt.
She presses my hand against her chest, brushing my fingers over her skin.
“Look, I’m okay. There’s no burns. I’m safe. You don’t need to worry about it.”
But it’s like something has been switched in my brain, and all I can think of is what would happen if she were to crash.
I talked about us creating her a car, but what if the car that we built for her is the thing that kills her?
It’s the same for all the drivers, but none of them are my scent match.
“Everest,” she says as my hands continue to shake. “It’s okay, really. You don’t need to worry.”
I look at her with wide eyes, still panting, my shoulders heaving even though she is smiling gently.
Without warning, she suddenly flings her arms around my shoulders, and her sweet scent blooms around me.
I take a deep breath, my eyelids stuttering as she fills my senses, overwhelming me in the best way. Her perfume is so powerful that my heartbeat slows and the pheromones that I dislike so much flow out of me again.
A tremor goes through her as she molds her body to mine and sighs into me as well.
Suddenly, we’re standing there, my chest growing wet from her bra, my body hot from her contact.
My hands still tremble as I wrap them around her back, holding her as close as I can.
Suddenly the idea of her getting behind the wheel is terrifying. But there’s also her confident smile, and the peace that she brings as she sits with me.
I’m making assumptions, and the alpha in me is becoming overprotective. When I found out we were scent matches years ago, I watched all of her races—I saw the way she drove. She barely ever crashed, and she was a competent driver. And that was all from watching her on a screen instead of seeing her in action.
It’s just my anxiety taking control. As I hold her closer, our scents blend. And the freshness of her strawberries and cream merges with pine and rainwater to create such a gentle scent that we both moan.
It’s too dangerous to be close to her like this. I don’t know what I’ll do if I get hard, but my desire is already swelling, and I want to give in.
“Thank you, Everest,” she says softly against my neck. “I really needed that.”
She slips her arms down from my shoulders and into my hands as she pulls back.
“You needed to spill hot coffee on yourself?” I ask bluntly, and she laughs, instantly making the last of my tension vanish.
“Yeah, exactly. It looks like hot coffee is the way to go.”
I don’t know if it’s right to thank her when I was the one that nearly had a panic attack.
“I’m sorry. I was just scared that you were hurt,” I say.
“I get that, totally. But maybe take a second to think before you rip my clothes off. I hope next time we can do that in a more romantic setting.”
My eyes widen, and it feels like my brain short-circuits as she bursts out laughing again.
