Page 208 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus
“Melody?” Miller’s gravelly tone causes me to let out an embarrassing little squeak.
I burrow under the closest pillow.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I call out trying to keep my voice level. “Go away.” Ugh, that sounded rude even to my ears, but he can’t see me like this. “Please, go away.”
“It’s almost six. You haven’t left the room or called for anything to be delivered...” His booted feet stomp closer.
My stomach does a bizarre little flip-flop.
It’s really sweet that he came to check on me.
Except it’s literally his job, you idiot.He’s probably got some requirement that says he has to check in if it’s been so many hours.
I swipe at my eyes, praying there are no tears.
“I’m okay.” I toss the pillow aside, struggling to sit up.
“Is that right?” he asks, crossing his huge arms over his chest. “You seemed unwell in the elevator and that was hours ago.”
My hair falls in my face and I swipe at it, sniffling.
“You smell...” He sighs. “Stressed? Sad? I can’t tell exactly, but I don’t think sitting in here alone is helping.”
“I am kind of hungry,” I admit, pulling the blanket off.
“I’ll bet, considering you haven’t eaten all day. Come on, we’ll grab dinner.” Miller extends a hand.
“Are you, like, my omega-sitter? Do you coddle me until I find my pack?” I ask as his calloused fingers wrap around mine.
The giant alpha pulls a bit too strongly, causing me to careen into his broad chest with an oomph. His smell hits me square in the vagina. A shiver runs through my system, and I end up burying my face in his side in an attempt to catch more of his scent.
It’s nice, but not strong enough. I tip up on my toes until I’ve got my face pretty well wallowing in his armpit.
“You’re still too tall,” I grumble as my hands meet his shoulders.
He complies, bending lower, and I shove my nose in his throat. He smells so good, kind of like cranberries and lemon, but there are hints of something else.
It’s a masculine, fresh smell, andI love it.
“Is that what you need?” he asks, palming the back of my head. “You need to smell me? Are you unsettled, sweet girl?”
Sweet girl?
It’s so very close togood girl,which is a personal weakness.
A mortifying little gasp escapes my lips as I hug him. Apparently my impulses are firmly on board to embarrass the hell out of me because my arms wrap under his and then I’m pulling him even closer.
“Holy hell, you’re a really big guy,” I mumble against his collarbone. “And you smell delicious.”
I try to take a step back as my mind finally catches up with what I’m doing, but I get tangled in the blanket.
Miller grunts, making a grab for my hips, but he still has his shoes on.
I hit my ass on the nest mattress, and he lands on top of me a second later. He’s heavy, but I’m more shocked at the intense look on his face as he stares down at me.
“Are you okay?” he asks, hovering over me on his forearms. He smells so damn good—even his breath. It fans over my face as he studies me, smelling like some type of spearmint gum. His blue eyes meet mine as I squirm under his strong form. If omegas could purr, I think I would be right now, that or I’d be doing something even more embarrassing like popping my ass up to present without even being asked. “Melody?”
