She places her elbow on the granite, her fist under her chin. “You know, your no nonsense bullshit is one of the things I like most about you?”
“Are you sure it isn’t my dazzling looks?”
“Do you want me to tell you how handsome you are, Bram?” she teases, and I thank the stars I didn’t fuck this date up before we’ve had our meal.
“It wouldn’t hurt.”
She leans forward, staying in the same position. “I think you’re one of the most handsome Alphas I’ve ever met. Not to mention your scent,” she says.
“What about my scent?” I ask, leaning forward, getting a hit of hers. I’ve never been one for compliments, but I may become addicted to the soft affirmations leaving Sloane’s lips.
“It’s rich and masculine. Your house smells like you,” she says in a whisper.
I lean over the countertop, getting into her space, analyzing all the brown and yellow speckles in her green eyes.
“And what of your home? Does it smell like peaches and sunshine?”
“Is that what my scent smells like to you?”
I circle the counter, and she swivels her chair to face me as I cup the back of her head, finally feeling the soft strands of her hair on my fingertips as I lean in, my nose touching the soft skin of her neck as I inhale her scent deeply.
She perfumes at the motion, her scent only getting thicker as I hear a soft gasp leave her lips.
“You smell sweet. Like a peach soaking up the sun on a warm, sunny day. The sunshine loves you, I bet.”
Her hand wraps around my wrist as I inhale her scent even further and do my best to not let the sweet little Omega in front of me know that I’m getting hard. But there’s no way she doesn’t scent my arousal.
I want her. More than I’ve ever wanted anyone. With our scents so heavy, I’d have known by now if she was my scent match. A pipedream for most Alphas and Omegas, but fuck, this has to be close.
I’m going to do whatever it takes to make sure I get a hit of her peachy scent for the rest of my fucking life.
“You smell earthy. Like spicy citrus,” she whispers out. Her small hand grips my wrist as I pull back and look at her.
The air around us feels palpable, but this wasn’t my plan. My plan was to take things slowly. To really get to know Sloane before we took anything further, and while that’s still my intention, I can’t deny how badly I want her right now.
“Bram?”
“Hmm?” I mumble, glancing down at her soft pink lips.
“Are you going to kiss me?”
I glance back up at her eyes, my hand sliding from the back of her head to cup her jaw. She’s so much smaller than me that it feels like my hand could span her whole face.
She’s delicate, and I find myself wanting to take care of her and give her whatever she wants.
“My intention was to take things slow with you,” I say, my hold on her face gentle.
Her soft skin is a complete juxtaposition to my large calloused hand.
She licks her lips, and now all I want is a taste.
“I’m looking for my pack, Bram. I’m not looking for casual.”
I can’t help but to smile at her honesty. It’s one of the reasons I like her so much. She’s direct and says what she means. There’s no deciphering her words. She’s an Omega who knows what she wants, and I can’t fault her for that.
“I’m not looking for casual, but I’m also not very fond of sharing,” I tell her honestly, wanting to give her the same respect that she’s given me.
“You’d have to learn. I know what I want, Bram. I like you. I want to know you better in so many ways. But if you can’t handle pack life, I should leave now before we take this any further.”
