My Omega needs him now.
Ineed him now.
“But wait,” he says softly, his pupils blown with lust. “Before I go…” He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me close. “May I kiss you? This is the way I imagined it. After our first date.”
I grin, his spicy caramel apple scent dancing over me. “What took you so long?” I ask simply.
He leans in, his mouth inches from mine. “Overthinking. But I’m done doing that.”
I stand on my tiptoes, and he angles his head down. Our lips touch briefly, and I’m pleased to discover they’re as soft as I imagined them to be.
It’s chaste, sweet, and not too long.
A perfect first kiss.
I smile against his lips, and he kisses me again, huffing a laugh against my mouth.
I wrap my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, and he grips my waist tightly, pulling me flush to him. His hardness presses against my stomach, and I whine into his mouth.
He groans while his tongue licks mine, then he pulls away quickly, leaving me panting.
“No,” he breathes, his lips swollen from kissing. “I need to get you into a bed. I won’t do this to you in a parking lot our first time.”
My body burns and my womb aches, my cunt fluttering on nothing.
Despite my agony, he’s right.
“I want to be in a nest,” I agree, my voice shaky.
“Yes, baby,fuck,” he hisses, running a hand through his hair and taking a step back. “You deserve all of that, we just have to get you home. Are you okay to drive, still?”
I make a face. “I’m horny, notimpaired.” I look pointedly at the obvious erection in his jeans, and he lets out a weak chuckle.
“Fair enough. I’ll see you soon, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart.
Another pet name to add to the list.
I’m collecting them like trading cards.
“Wait!” I call out shakily, my limbs feeling like jelly. “Do you know where I live?”
He grins as he heads to his car. “Of course, babe.”
I don’t have time to ponder on that, not with the way my pussy aches for him.
I just need to get home.
The drive is tortuous,with me gritting my teeth and gripping the wheel too hard the entire ride.
These clothes are too constraining.
I need to be naked with soft fabrics dancing along my body and writhing around in a nest while Ivan joins me.
I shoot him a quick text once I stumble inside my apartment on shaky legs, my womb cramping with every movement.
Got home. Hurry.
