Maybe this won’t be so hard, because I feel like that's exactly how I’m holding him right now.
“And you? How will you hold me?” I ask, heat burning in my veins as I look up at the alpha. The way he stares down at me feels so fucking real that I lose myself to the feeling of being wanted. I haven’t been with anyone since Kai. Haven’t been held like this in years.
Deep breaths, Plum.
“Like you’re the center of my world. That my every waking thought revolves around you and how to keep you for the rest of our lives,” he growls, sounding so sincere it sends a shiver across my skin.
Holy shit. He’s so convincing. I can't even remember what was on my mental list for us to talk over when he speaks to me like that.
“Wow.” My lips part in surprise as I meet his gaze, fighting the urge to hide from the intimacy. “You’re really good at this,” I blurt, then frown as my mind starts spinning. Has he done this a lot? Faked his feelings for other omegas?
“Am I? Or are you just really good at making me feel comfortable, Sugarplum?” he asks, tilting his head and leaningin slowly. Just before our lips touch, he moves to my throat, pressing a soft kiss there instead.
“It’s definitely you,” I whisper, and when he drags his teeth over my earlobe, I gasp. “I’m a little starved for intimacy…” I murmur, not wanting to admit just how badly. I don’t want him to think I’m pathetic. “It’s been a long time,” I add, swallowing the lump in my throat.
“That’s okay, I’m a virgin,” he says, pulling away and winking at me.
I roll my eyes and push away from him. “Don’t tease me.”
I huff, reaching for my drink, finishing it off in one go. Though I’m not sure an energy drink was the best choice for calming my nerves…
“Oh? But you’re so fun to tease.” He grins as he takes a seat beside me on the couch.
“Focus.” I lift my chin and turn to face him fully, tucking my legs under me on the couch. We’re separated by a cushion, and when he realizes I’m not getting any closer, he moves until I’m tucked between his body and the armrest.
“I’d tell you to straddle me, but I don’t think you can handle the distraction,Sweet Plum,” he taunts, using the nickname he must have heard Kai use at the bar. I would be mad, but maybe if he uses it, it won’t affect me as much when Kai does.
“You don’t think I can focus if you’re tucked between my thighs, alpha?” I ask, pouting at him as I climb into his lap, hands resting on his shoulders. His hands move automatically, gripping my hips as he grins smugly. “Wait, did you just bait me into that?” I narrow my eyes, jaw hanging open. “Very clever,” I grumble, dropping my hands to his knees, just behind my ass. Now that I’m leaning back slightly, I can get a good look at him.
Damn. He’s really handsome. I’ve always thought his eyes were more blue, but in the low living room light, they almost look green. I tilt my head as I trace his features with my eyes,following a path down his nose to his cupid's bow. His lips are plump, and even when he’s not trying to, they kick up in a little smirk.
He’s tan from long hours spent working on his family farm, with streaks of lighter blond in his hair where it’s been bleached from sweat and sunlight. There’s hardly a blemish on him, and no tattoos as far as I can see. He was shirtless at the Halloween party, and I didn’t see any then. He’s muscular, with broad shoulders from years of… I actually have no idea what he does on the farm, besides fixing fence posts, and I only know that from yesterday.
“You’re going to make me blush if you keep objectifying me like this. Looking at me like I’m a piece of meat to be devoured.” His slight smirk grows with every word, and I swallow.
“No one will believe I’m head over heels for you if I don’t look at you like you’re a piece of meat,” I say, tilting my head. “Or if I can’t tell you how sexy you are.”
“I’m flattered.” His words are husky, and I nod, but the nerves creep back up, and my chest flutters.
“I don’t know how to do this,” I admit. Glancing down at the way his thumb caresses the bare skin of my abdomen, the rest of his hand holding me so intimately.
“This is my first relationship, fake or otherwise.” Benson reaches up, pushing a strand of my white hair behind my ear, gently caressing my cheek. “I don’t know how to make it look real without it feeling real.”
“So we just agree, right now, not to catch feelings,” I say, leaning forward and placing my hands on his shoulders again. “And if either of us starts feeling something more than just physical attraction, we’ll tell the other.” He stares at me for a long moment before shrugging, and I let out a huge sigh of relief. “But we won’t, right?”
“Right.”
“Good.” I nod, glancing down at my thighs and the way they’re spread over his. There’s definitely a bulge in the front of his jeans, unless he’s always had a massive package when he’s not hard… No. He’s definitely hard. That must be painful in those jeans. “Kiss me,” I demand, looking up at him.
“Be honest if I suck at this,” he says, reaching up to push his hand into my hair. I roll my eyes at him, but he cuts off my sass with a heated look. He cups the back of my head and pulls me into him. My eyes drift shut, and I hold my breath until our lips meet in a sweet kiss. He’s cautious at first, taking his time exploring me, learning the way I like to kiss, but when he pushes his tongue between my lips, his flavor explodes in my mouth, and we both moan.
“Fuck. That was better than I imagined,” he murmurs after pulling away, but I’m not finished. I haven’t been kissed like this in so long, and it feels too good to stop. I want more.
My stupid, needy omega heart needs more.
The thought scares the hell out of me, and as hard as I try to fight it, I just can’t stop myself from retreating. I climb off from his lap and get to my feet.
“Let’s go to the bar?” I offer, panting as I take a step away from him and closer to my bedroom. “We can dance and drink. Get to know each other with less tension.” I gesture between us.
