She seemed agitated that day too, which was a big part of why I chose not to try my luck.
And fuck.
Now I’m wondering if she’s running from someone. That would be a good reason to be so on edge, but it could also have something to do with the fact that she’s an unbonded omega. Most families with omega children keep them close until they bond. That, or they hire private security.
Goddammit.
I’m fixating, and that’s never a good sign.
Charlotte gets the little guy into his car seat and turns around, nearly face-planting into my chest.
My hands fly to her hips, and I steady her before taking a quick step back. There’s no way it doesn’t look like I was crowding her space.
“I’m sorry,” I sputter, my breath forming a large cloud of condensation. “I wanted to ensure you were safe while your back was turned.”
“Thank you.” She grabs the door, pushing it closed. “Here, give me a second to get the heat running. I don’t want him to wake up because he’s cold.”
I nod, and Charlotte steps around, opening the front door and climbing in enough that she can start the SUV. If I wasn’t a selfish fuck, I’d tell her to climb inside and get warm too.
The hum of the engine starting fills the air, and I avert my eyes as she stretches over to bump up the heat.
Omegas tend to be fuller figured than a beta of the same body type, and Charlotte is no different. She’s soft and curvy in a way I adore. By my estimation, she’s a bit shorter than the average height for her designation, coming in at around five-four or five-five. She also has the hourglass figure that omegas are known for, even if her top half is a bit smaller than her bottom.
Maybe that makes her pear-shaped? Fuck if I know, but whatever shape she is, I’m attracted to it.
I glance away as she climbs from the vehicle to avoid having her think I was staring at her ass. Even if I was tempted, I can pretend to be a gentleman.
The cold is brutal, and her cheeks are pink. I ache to brush my fingers over her soft skin and tell her she has nothing to worry about.
I won’t follow her home directly—there’s too great of a chance she would spot me—but I will camp out just down the street from her front door. That way, if anyone does pop up, I can kill them before they can even make it inside.
“I’m sure you need to get home to settle the little one into bed,” I say, nodding toward the back seat.
“I do,” she agrees. “But I wanted to say thank you. I appreciate you watching over us while I got him buckled in.”
“Of course. It was no bother.”
Her hands land on my sides as she stretches up, and I instinctually lean down to meet her.
“No, seriously, thank you.” She plants a quick kiss on my cheek, and I fight the growl that aches to rip from my chest.
Fucking hell.
I want her.
Needher in a way that’s hard to explain.
That’s surprising enough, but adding in a bonus human being makes it even more shocking. I’m generally indifferent to the existence of children. I don’t hate them. They have nothing to fear from me. But I’ve also never been interested in getting to know one.
However, I’m fond of Lucky simply because he’s an extension of Charlotte, and I think that says it all.
She spins around, climbing into the driver’s seat before stretching an arm out to grab the door handle. “Have a good night, Cormac.”
I step out of the way, and she closes the door. It takes until she’s in the process of pulling out of the parking spot for me to realize…
I never asked for her phone number.
Motherfucker.
