Page 21 of Happy Valentine's Day, Omega
I rub my thumb over his jaw. Rough stubble rasps against my palm, and his skin is warm.
"Are you ready?"
"Uh-huh." I nod. I can't think about anything except how badly I need him to kiss me.
"Open for me."
I tilt my chin up, lips parted.
The warmth of his breath ghosts across my face, and he leans in.
A gentle brush of lips.
Soft.
Warm.
I gasp as little fireworks explode behind my eyelids.
He kisses me.
Again.
And again.
Small, feather-light brushes.
My fingers tighten in the soft fabric of his shirt.
"Natalia." He whispers my name against my lips, and tingles explode over my arms, baby hairs rising to attention. "You taste so good."
His mouth opens, and he gently licks into mine. I gasp at the intrusion, and his tongue sweeps in. The sensation is shocking and intense.
He growls softly, pulling me tighter, and I feel a stiff ridge press firmly against my belly. Is that his cock? I've never felt one before, and am alarmed by the size of it.
The Alpha kissing me is nearly two feet taller than I am, and my neck is craning to meet his lips. Goddess, his lips!
I can only think of him. His lips, his tongue, his hands, his scent.
Bergamot and heady, sensual Alpha.
I need to get closer, but he's too tall. Too far away.
Threading my hands around his shoulders, I take a leap of faith. Jumping, I wrap my legs around his thick waist.
He catches me easily, one arm going around my back and the other sliding under my ass.
"Baby girl…" he growls against my lips. He pulls back like he's thinking of stopping and chastising me. I've heard that tone of voice hundreds of times when I'm reprimanded for doing something naughty.
Not this time.
I won't allow it.
This time, I'm getting what I want.
I chase his lips.
And lick into his mouth with increased fervor, copying his earlier moves and making them my own. It's like chess, two players wrapped together in a heated battle.
