I would fall to my knees for her, grateful to just be in her presence.
My scent match.
MyOmega.
Mine.
“Do friends do this?” I ask her quietly, murmuring my question against her fingers.
She moves her hand away and lets it fall to her side. Her eyes narrow and she tilts her head slightly. “No, they don’t.”
The air is charged with arousal. Her sweet scent has me hard as stone with my heart pounding in my chest.
I can smell her sugary slick in the air.
I force my hands to stay at their sides while Blair frowns, looking for something in my face.
Whatever she finds there must satisfy her, because she sighs softly and smiles.
“Travis,” she says, her voice breathy.
I swallow. “Yes?”
“I want to kiss you.”
16
BLAIR
So much for having self-control.
I wore my favorite outfit for Travis on purpose—I’ve caught him staring at this skirt and top out of the corner of my eye before, and based on the way his eyes widened when he saw me tonight, I know I picked the right one.
I’m tired of punishing myself.
I’m tired of fighting my instincts, at least for tonight.
Tonight, Travis smells like everything I’ve ever wanted. Like making love next to a fireplace until all that’s left is embers and smoke.
He smells like the dreams I have after I drink a glass of wine before bed, where I exist in a blanket of warmth, comfort, and safety. Where arousal lingers in my sensitive core and my clit throbs for attention.
I’m soaking wet for him tonight.
And maybe…just maybe, I can have this.
Travis, to his credit, has stayed still at my touches but looks like he’s ready combust.
I’m trembling as I tell him I want to kiss him.
His dark eyes turn black, and his tongue darts out to lick his lips.
“Please,” he whispers, his voice low, and I stand on my tiptoes to close the gap between us.
His lips are softer than I imagined, and his scent swirls around me deliciously.
It’s a chaste kiss, despite how wet I am.
I try to deepen the kiss, but Travis pulls away gently, cupping my face tenderly in his hands.
