I dart in, brushing a quick kiss along her soft cheek before I head to get ready. Glancing over my shoulder, I bite back a grin when I see her hand covering the area I just touched. She looks a little dazed.
Game on, kitten.
I’m pushed haphazardly into a chair, the artists hastily applying a touch of bronzer.
Most people think modeling must be glamorous as fuck, but it’s mainly a lot of sitting around, and then a lot of staying in the same pose until your limbs are full of cramp while people shout various instructions at you.
“Not too much,” Juan warns as he walks past. “I want him natural.”
The hairstylist rubs her hands together before tousling my hair into spikes. Her mouth purses in frustration when I lean around her to check on my omega.
She’s sat in her seat, hands wrapped around a hot drink. Our eyes meet, and I mouth,you okay?
She gives me a thumbs up, and I grin, apologizing to the irate stylist.
When I’m finally made up to their satisfaction, I’m bustled over to wardrobe.
Sascha looks me up and down, popping her gum loudly.
“It’s underwear today,” she says shortly. “Drop your pants, Reyne.”
“God, Sash. At least take me to dinner first.”
“You wish you were my type.” She gives me the side-eye and I relent, slipping on the white briefs with a robe over the top, leaving it open in the warmth of the lights.
Fuuuck, these are snug.
“Where’s this cute omega Juan’s waxing on about?” Sascha asks, a glint in her eye. “She single?”
I snap my teeth at her. “Not even a little bit.”
She laughs as I stride off, swerving towards Gabrielle. She’s watching the team set up, her hands still wrapped around her coffee.
She turns as I whistle, and holy shit, if her reaction doesn’t make me preen like a damn bird.
Her mouth parts as she looks down, her eyes skating down my chest and landing squarely on the underwear.
Shit. Did not think this through.
I swallow uncomfortably as my cock hardens, Gabrielle watching with deepening red cheeks as I tug the robe closed.
“Don’t look at me like that, kitten,” I warn. “I bite, you know.”
My words come out deeper than the tease I intended, and Gabrielle twitches, just as I catch the sharpest punch of buttery, warm butterscotch.
“God,” I tell her hoarsely. “You’re mouthwatering.”
Her harsh swallow, fluttering pulse and scent spike all tell me that she’s feeling exactly the same as I am right now. Stepping in, I invade her personal space as she tilts her head back to look at me, her neck beautifully bare and open.
The shuddery gasp that comes from her when my hand slides up to gently grip her soft skin nearly undoes me, but I can’t carry her off in the middle of a shoot.
However, I can dothis.
Her lips part beneath mine, her stuttered breaths lost into my mouth as I claim her, my hand around her throat and the other cupping the back of her head. My eyes damn near roll back at the heavenly taste of her.
A tendril of worry snakes through that I’ve pushed her too far, but Gabrielle sighs, her mouth opening softly under mine as her tongue sneaks out to taste my lips.
Both of us are gasping when we break away. I rest my forehead against hers.
