He tucks me closer into him, plasters my body against his without a care in the world who might be watching, and then kisses me. His lips are a salvation, warm and inviting. And his taste? It’s heaven. He’s never been this relaxed anywhere outside except on the yachts where he feels unseen. I revel in it.
The sound of a car pulling to the curb breaks us apart. His eyes trace over me again, over the light purple satin that brings out the golden honey of my skin and eyes and small diamond necklace that sits in the hollow of my throat. I’ve pulled my hair back, twisting it into an updo that keeps my neck bare. I’mprobably way too formal for a matinee performance, but I’ll take any excuse to dress up with him, my Omega.
A man steps out of the car, a polite smile on his lips.
“Mr. Harper?” he asks.
Another thrill goes down my spine.Harper.
“Good afternoon,” Cole says, offering the man the hand that isn’t twisted in the back of my dress.
The sun winks off the rings, and I have to clench my thighs. Shit, I should have locked him before we got ready in our nice clothes. Because now? Now I might just end up ruining all of them before we get to the show.
Cole laces our hands together as the man opens the back door. And then he kisses my knuckles once we’re settled and the driver is easing the car back onto the crowded street. He runs his nose down my throat, breathing deeply. Scenting me.
I eye the barrier between us and the driver. That’s dark enough, right? Thick enough?
“I love how you smell,” Cole whispers before kissing the slope of my shoulder. “It’s such a good balance to mine.”
That heat unfurls, and my control snaps. I need to feel him, need to taste him, need to have him inside me during this entire musical we’re about to see, need to have my scent all over him so when everyone else sees him, they know he’s mine.
Before I can talk sense back into myself, I twist, lifting my dress so I can straddle him. His eyes are half-closed, and his lips are parted, like he knewexactlywhat he was doing to me.
“Have you been trying to get in my pants this entire time?” I narrow my eyes, and he flushes.
“You’re not wearing pants.” He runs his hands up my bare legs to prove his point. The gold of his watch disappearing under the fabric does incredible things to my heart rate. My scent pulses out from me again.
“Omega…” I drawl.
He mutters a curse, something rare enough I appreciate it for the loss of control that it is.
“It’s not my fault. You’ve been touching me all damn morning,” he mutters, his eyes fluttering closed for a heartbeat. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “I… I can’t help it that you made me need you so bad and didn’t do anything about it until right this minute.”
I can’t help but laugh. And then I’m scrabbling at his belt as he kisses up my neck and across my jaw. I shove his pants down, and he lifts his hips to help. I shove them all the way to his ankles. If we’re actually going to manage to walk into the theatre and see the musical, we can’t get his pants dirty.
Apple explodes around us, so strong I lose my breath for a moment. It’s so think I can practicallytasteit. The thought niggles in my mind, like trying to pull up a memory, but it flies right back into the recesses of everything as I stroke his cock and he grunts at the sudden touch.
“Fuck, Lottie,” he gasps. “You’re always so bold.”
I smirk. And then I moan as his long, graceful fingers trace all the way up my thighs and then move my panties to the side. His touch is so featherlight, I can’t help but jerk when he traces my opening and then slips a single finger inside. I clench down around him, and he groans.
“I want to taste you so damn bad,” he whispers. “But there’s no way we have time for that if you want to lock me.”
No, there isn’t.
Even if traffic is awful, there’s no more than half an hour between us and the theatre.
“Next time,” I promise him. “You can taste me next time.”
He lets his touch fall away with a nod, then holds my hips. With a steady hold on the base of his cock, I guide him into me and slide down, flattening my hands against his shoulders forleverage and stability. He tilts his head back as I take every last inch of him.
“Holy hell, it’s better every single time,” he says, desperate and breathless. The ragged gasp of breath goes straight to my stomach, to the heat building between my thighs. “And seeing you in this dress? It’s so perfect.”
I tilt my hips, trying to get him even deeper. There’s a different burn between us this time, the need for deep and intimate, not really for hard and fast. I press closer to him and this kiss him, coaxing his tongue out to play. He cups my cheek, the warm metal of his rings a jolt to my system.
The need to mark him, to burrow into his bones, gets even stronger. Its intensity is overwhelming, impossible to think around. My release builds, fluttering though my veins.
“You’re so beautiful,” Cole whispers against my lips. And then he pulls away. “Especially when you come. I love watching it happen.”
