My eyebrows rose. Among other things. I wanted this awesome omega under me right now.
I lurched forward and climbed over his legs without touching him. I crouched over him, looking down at his sweet face.
“What about now? Am I on the cliff now?”
He didn’t move a muscle. “You’re already falling.”
“I guess I am.” I leaned down and kissed him. Beneath my lips his mouth curved into a smile. I pulled back. “Are you going to catch me?”
Aspen raised his hand and placed it gently alongside my cheek. “I already have.”
I bent down and kissed him again. His other arm circled my waist. My body sank into his until we were touching chests, hips and crotches. An obvious hardness pressed my own erection.
We’d been on the same page since we met. Why be surprised we were on the same page about this?
Aspen spread his legs, and I knelt between them. His mouth opened to me. He tasted of mint and something deeper. Sweetness. Omega sweetness. Our tongues met and sharp zings of pleasure shot through me.
We broke apart, gasping.
“Hell. Damn,” Aspen whispered harshly.
“You’re the one who warned me not to cross the line,” I whispered back. “What areyoudoing?”
“Shit.” He reached between us and grabbed my shoulders, pulling me back down.
Our mouths crashed together. Tongues danced. My mind reeled. It was Christmas Eve. A night of magic. This was certainly magic, and then some.
Kissing was one of my favorite things to do. I could be patient. I enjoyed that intimacy. That foreplay. But Aspen was driving me nuts. He brought out all my alpha instincts.Allof them. I wanted to grab, tear, spread, plunge. Rub my scent all over him. Take him. Breed him. Make him mine.
I pulled back again and said roughly, “You’re making me lose all my senses.”
“Good.”
“Just so you know.”
Aspen’s hands went between us again, up my shirt. He pressed them against my pecs, skin to skin, fingers moving as if to assess the muscles there. It nearly sent me into delirium.
He pulled hard, yanking my t-shirt up and toward my face. I moved my arms so he could pull it straight off and toss it. I rose up on my knees as his palms skimmed up and down my body from neck to waistband. They were like warm silk on my skin. I had a little bit of hair above my pecs. Except for a line of hair all the way down my middle to my cock, the rest of me was smooth.
His gaze followed his hands as he explored ribs, stomach, sides. He placed his hands on my hips and gripped the lose material of my boxers. Then tugged.
I moved up a little more and he slowly pulled them down.
I wasn’t shy. Not normally. But Aspen made my breath catch. I wanted everything to be right and perfect for him. I started to clench my muscles as the shorts went lower, catching my hard cock with them.
The waistband rubbed over my aching tip.
“Sorry,” Aspen murmured, catching the front and stretching it so my cock popped free. “Better?”
I couldn’t breathe. My cock jutted upward, a drop of wetness dripping down the head.
Aspen pushed my boxers all the way to my knees, forcing me to roll and take them the rest of the way off. I kicked them to the foot of the bed, then settled again on my knees between his legs.
His hands went to my hips as if to frame me for his perusal. His gaze on me had my balls drawing up heavy and tight, making my cock bounce.
“Thank you, Dale.”
“What?” My brain was no longer working.
