Page 29 of Omega's Tempting Fate
“Do you need a hand?”
He paused and lifted his head so that our eyes met. “Are you sure?”
I shrugged. “I’m here. Might as well help.”
He gave me a soft smile, which made my heart flutter. I’d slowly started to see that Cody wasn’t as grumpy as he first appeared. He had little patience for the world, and channeled it as a sour facade, but it was a protection mechanism. There was some sort of deep pain that he kept hidden, and his public demeanor was a means of keeping people from getting too close.
It made me wonder what he was so afraid of.
“Can you grab me a stack of those rosemary soaps?” he asked, pointing to an open cabinet.
I turned and looked inside. “How many?”
“Six.”
I counted out the small bars and returned to him.
“Thank you,” he said, reaching for them.
Then his fingers brushed against mine, and it was as if an electric shock surged through me.
Mine…
Bars of soap thudded on the table as they fell from Cody’s hands, and I heard rather than saw him gasping for breath.
I’d gotten used to the scent-blockers over the previous few days, and had been able to tamp down my urges in response to him. But we’d never touched—not even by accident—before that.
I took several steps backwards and leaned against a wall, sliding down it until I was sitting on the floor. My cock throbbed with need and every one of my instincts was on fire, demanding that I claim my mate.
A heavy silence fell between us.
“I… Dear God…” Cody finally said.
“Yeah…” I agreed.
The front door opened and I turned to see Donna walk in. She immediately covered her nose with her hand. “What’s going on in here?” she asked, looking between us.
I was trying to figure out what to say when Cody spoke up first.
“We were just preparing the welcome baskets. Our fingers brushed, and we weren’t prepared for the reaction.”
It was the truth, but would she even believe that?
Donna studied me for a moment, then nodded. “Is that all?”
I nodded in return. “He’d asked me to get a stack of soap from the cabinet, and we touched as I handed it over.”
“Ok. Well…” she paused. “To be blunt, it reeks of arousal in here. Take a few minutes to get yourselves under control, then I want you to head out for lunch or something. Leave the windows open so the place can air out.”
“Ok,” Cody replied.
She looked between us again. “I hate to ask… but is this going to be a problem?”
“No,” I said, forcing myself from the floor to lean against the wall. “I’ll be more careful.”
“Cody?”
He took another deep breath. “I’ll be more careful too.”
