Iclose my eyes and open them again, but the tall Alpha with the intense eyes is still standing right in front of me, one hand holding mine against his chest, and the other stroking over my cheek, fingertips brushing my hair.
Did he really just tell me I’m his true mate, and that all of this feels too good to be true because we have a fated connection?
I must have fallen and hit my head.
He sounds like a rom-com hero.
Clearly, I’m passed out and dreaming up a fantasy scenario, because there’s no way in hell this Alpha is standing in front of me right now, telling me I’m his mate.
I seriously need to quit watching rom-coms.
At least until I’m over my crush on this guy.
“If you really think you’re dreaming, I should try to wake you up.”
He gives me a hint of a smile and my stomach flips.
“Maybe I don’t want to wake up,” I confess, though I probably should.
Having sexy dreams about a guy who might come back here to actually find an Omega would basically be asking for a broken heart somewhere down the line.
This guy is so far out of my reach that he might as well be on a different planet.
He leans down and rests his forehead against mine.
“Well, you don’t need to wake up, Robin, because you’re not asleep.”
“This is real?” I blurt.
“It is, and I think I know how to make sure you don’t forget that.”
His arm wraps around my shoulders as his lips press against mine.
A gasp escapes me, and he takes the chance to run his tongue over my lower lip.
The shiver that touch sends through my body is like a lightning bolt to my lady parts.
It’s a shock to realize those parts are in working order, despite never being used.
The urge to touch him and be touched by him floods my system.
I wrap my arms around his neck, pushing onto my toes and pressing my body tightly against his as I kiss him back, reacting and responding to his lips and tongue as if they’re keeping me alive.
When he breaks away, we’re both gasping for air, and I think he’s feeling as ready to keep going as I am.
“More,” I moan softly, making his eyes widen.
For a second I think he’s about to kiss me again, but he lets out a soft sigh and shakes his head.
“We should slow this down a bit,” he says, his gaze telling me his words have nothing to do with what he actually wants.
He’s the only guy I’ve been this into, and he wants this as much as I do.
I can’t think of a better way to lose my virginity.
Whatever his true intentions are, I know I wouldn’t regret that decision.
“Slowing down feels like the wrong speed,” I tell him, knowing it’s up to him.
