I expect her to take the plates from me. Instead, she steps in close and slides her hand around my waist, fishing the card free. The touch is nothing. It’s also everything. She flushes just a little, and I wonder if it’s because she felt it too.
She taps the card and pushes the door open. The suite is overkill for the prolonged temper tantrum I’ve been having. There’s a king bed, a sleek desk, and city lights through floor-to-ceiling windows. I set the cake on the desk and drape her coat over a chair. She does a slow lap, taking it all in, and I get the sense she’s not used to places like this. Maybe not used to being treated like she deserves it.
“I don’t want you to think…” I start, jamming my hands in my pockets. “I really did mean just dessert. Not you for dessert. I didn’t bring you up here to…”
She cocks a brow, a smirk twitching at her mouth. “Can’t an omega just want to hook up without it being complicated and weird?”
“I’m serious,” I say. “If we just eat cake, that’s fine. But I want to see you again. Tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” She glances at the clock. “Today’s not over, though.”
She crosses the room without another word, kicks off her shoes, and climbs onto the bed on her hands and knees. No buildup, no asking, just presentation. Her skirt rides up just enough to show the curve of her thigh. She looks over her shoulder, inviting and challenging at once, like she’s daring me to do something about it.
Fuck the cake.
I can’t lie. Seeing an omega like that goes right to my dick. I cross the room and wrap my hands around her hips. She fits in my grip perfectly.
“Can I kiss you?”
She looks at me like she’s never been asked that before, but she nods and closes her eyes. Her scent is everywhere. Her lips tastesweet like her scent, and as I part them with my tongue, she gasps. That small sound does more to me than the sight of her on her knees ever could. She melts into me and lets go just a little. That surrender is everything.
I guide her down onto her back, one hand firm at her hip, the other framing her jaw so she has to stay with me. I bend her head to the side and expose her neck to my tongue and lips and nipping little bites.
“Oh, god.”
“Like that.” I smile against her skin. “Give me more of that.”
Her hands find my arms, my shoulders, pulling me closer. I could spend a lifetime against her skin like this, feeling her shudder under me.
“Let me take off your pretty dress.”
I slide the fabric up her thighs, fumbling at the zipper, but she’s the one who rushes. She yanks it over her head before I can take my time. She goes to ball it up and toss it, but I pull it from her hands, stand, and drape it over the chair.
When I turn back, I have to stop.
She’s in the center of the bed in nothing but a black lace bra and deep red panties, the colors all wrong together and somehow perfect.
I don’t ever want to forget this.
I pull off my shirt and the forks clatter to the floor. I’d forgotten about those. I turn back to the bed and she’s already at the edge, reaching for my belt, going right for my cock. Her hands are soft, and I lose my train of thought for a second. I loosely catch her neck and tilt her head up.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
She laughs, a little breathless. “But alphas usually…”
“I said, I’m not done with you.” There’s a flicker of apprehension in her eyes. “Do you want me tostop?”
“No.”
“Then tell me what feels good.” I kiss and lick my way down her neck and her chest. She’s making small, frustrated noises, like she needs to moan but doesn’t want to give it up that easily.
“Ash,” I prod gently. “Here?” I flick my tongue into the hollow of her collarbone. “Words too hard? Moan for me, then.”
She adjusts her body slightly, and I take it as a hint, following where she leads. I don’t think she’s doing it consciously. I feel as though I’ve been let inside her private thoughts. She can’t say what she wants, so she lets her body say it instead. She curls a shoulder in and I gently bite it. She tilts her head back, and I press soft kisses there. I swipe a thumb across her nipple.
“Oh, fuck.” She shifts, pressing her legs together. I move her bra strap off her shoulder.
“I could take this off.”
