But it isn’t him I’m after.
“You have no idea who you need to protect,” I say as I brush the backs of my fingernails over his chest. “It’s your own safety you have to think of, not his.”
Instead of flinching back or growling at me, his eyes widen. My heart catches as he lets me clench the warm skin of his bicep to keep him with me.
“Come on, Timber. You’ve really never thought about it?” My hand travels up his chest to the damp arch of his collarbone before I run my palm over his pink neck. Since he’s had a shower, it’s the best time to leave my scent all over him.
“We’ll make good alphas, you know? And you’ll like Ollie, I promise; not just because she’s sexy and sassy. Though she would probably kick my ass if she heard me say that.” I trace under his round pec, and his muscles stiffen even more. “That’s why you don’t like me, isn’t it? Because I’m not the kind of person you can take care of.”
He doesn’t reply, and I hope it’s because he’s too wrapped up in how I’m touching him.
“She’d fit right in your arms, and you’ll never guess what her scent is,” I hum, though it has to be obvious from the way I’ve come at him.
“Get off me,” he growls, all nice and low, and he’s not stepping away from me anymore.
Instead, his fists bunch around his shirt as his nostrils flare, almost like he’s able to scent me. But that’s just wishful thinking. He’s never let me close enough to remind him that he could taste me the last time we kissed.
“Are you going to make me, Timber? Because your skin is so hot, I can’t tell if it’s from the shower or if you like the way my fingers run over your curves.”
“Stop,” he growls as he hits my chest and knocks me away. I stumble back, but I won’t let it stop me.
My body sparks as he touches me, because usually the only time he ever puts his skin on mine is when he’s punching me. This time he looks different, like he actually wants it.
Timber glares at me as he pulls on the shirt, and another waft of maple syrup flows over me, nearly bringing me to my knees. I’m too turned on from a single piece of fabric.
So I sneak back to him.
Timber lets me near enough that, if he could ever scent me, he’d drown in the pure lavender that beats off me. All I have to do is rub up against him, and he’ll be swimming in me all day.
And that’s exactly the plan.
All I need to do is give Ollie a hint, enough to know I’m waiting for her, and then hopefully she’ll come to me.
Whatever way she’s related to Timber, if he’s so close to her that he's soaking in her perfume, then scent marking him should be enough to get her attention.
My hand creeps upward, my thumb brushes under his ear before I grasp the back of his neck. A quick massage along his spine is enough to mark him. The only way he can get rid of it is if he takes another shower.
Plus, he still isn’t pushing me away.
I thought I would feel a bite scar somewhere on his neck, and I was also sort of searching for it because I already had plans of where I wanted to bite him when he finally gave in. I couldn’t feel anything on his neck, but his ex-wife could have bitten him somewhere else.
With no one else in the room, I take a risk and press my chest against his. Instead of jumping away, this time he sucks in a harsh breath, and his head turns away. It’s like he wants me to go on, but he can’t admit it himself. He just needs some encouragement.
“All you have to do is say yes,” I whisper in his ear, my chest against his. “You’ve known for ages I can give you what you want. You just won’t admit it. And Ollie will be perfect for you, too,” I say as my hand sweeps his huge thighs. They’re so hardthat I can barely dig my fingers in. But I don’t need to. I can just lazily run them upward to find his cock.
I’m not planning on going any further than that. Like with Ollie, no matter how desperate I am, I still want to make sure he comes back for more.
The shuddering breath that tickles my shoulder tells me his cock won’t be soft if I stroke him.
Before I can get to his crotch, his hand slams against my shoulder, and this time, I’m bowled backward. I scrabble to grab the door of a shower cubicle to stop myself from falling.
I don’t know why I’m shocked when I know I’m pushing his boundaries.
Timber’s hurt expression cuts deep, and I can’t tell what the hell is going on.
What’s happening in his head that’s giving him that heartbroken look? It’s the look he used to have in the years after I smashed his face. He keeps saying he doesn’t care that I ruined his life, but does he really hate me that much, after all?
I still don’t have the full story of how he broke up with his wife, but I know I’ve crossed a line. Silas said Timber has a huge issue with omegas, and trying to tempt him like this is too much.
