Page 23 of Omega's Midlife Love
“Alan.”
A soft sigh escaped him, and it drew my attention to his parted lips.
I rose on my toes, needing to find out if his lips were as soft as they looked, and he seemed to have the same idea, bringing his face to mine.
A rush of pleasure and desire coursed through me the instant our mouths came together. I whimpered from the strength of it, even as I shifted to give him better access.
Mr. Beischel—Alan—licked the seam of my lips, which I parted to allow him in. His tongue slid against mine, a delicious feeling that left me craving more.
A polite cough nearby made me jump.
Both Alan and I turned to see a sheepish-looking delivery boy standing a few feet away, a plastic bag with my dinner held in one hand. “I… Um… I have a delivery for David West?”
A blush spread over my cheeks. “That’s me. Do you need to see any ID?”
He glanced at his phone, then shook his head. “Naw, you look like your profile photo.” He handed over the bag. “Have a nice night.”
I accepted the bag, and he gave me a relieved look as he scurried off.
Alan gave me a confused glance, and I burst into laughter.
“What’s so funny?”
My laughter turned to giggles. “Imagine being his age, and walking up to see people old enough to be your parents making out like teenagers at the front door.”
Alan was silent for a moment, then smiled. “I guess it would be rather embarrassing.”
I nodded. “For him more than for us. I’ll have to leave him a big tip on the app.”
Alan laughed and leaned in to kiss me again.
I set the bag at my feet, wrapped my arms around his neck, and held him close as he explored my mouth.
I couldn’t hold in a content sigh as we parted. Then my stomach growled, which made us both chuckle.
“Are you hungry?” I asked. “I ordered too much.”
He slid his hand along my jaw, and I leaned into the touch.
“I’d hate to be a burden,” he said softly.
I shook my head. “Never.”
He smiled at me. “Then I’ll gladly eat with you. Let me text Victor to have him return home.”
“Should I invite him in as well?” I asked, wondering if I’d ordered enough for three.
Alan shook his head and leaned in to brush his lips over mine. “If it’s ok, I just want to spend some time alone with you.”
I shivered and nodded. “Ok.”
I stepped out of his embrace, picked up the bag and carried it to the table. Then I moved into my tiny kitchen to grab plates, napkins and chopsticks.
“Is this all the room you have to cook with?” Alan asked, peering in.
I chuckled. “Yeah, but it’s ok. I tend to cook fairly simple meals for myself, so I can deal with less room.”
“Let me take those,” he offered, holding out his hands.
