“You’re so beautiful, Luna,” he murmurs, leaning down to skim his lips against mine.
I whine, not liking the loss of his gaze, which surprises me. “Don’t stop looking at me.”
“Whatever you want.” That boyish grin is back as he lifts my hips slightly, changing the angle, and hitting something deep inside of me that has me crying out.
“Holy fuck. Again.”
Another chuckle as he thrusts in and out of me, hitting that spot each time. Pleasure builds slowly, but it’s not long before I’m moving with him—our hips slapping together as we pant together.
But his eyes never leave mine.
Then his fingers find my clit, and it sends me shooting into oblivion. I throw my head back as I come, his name on my lips. Not a moment later, he follows me over the edge.
A dirty moan falls from my lips as his cock twitches, his cum filling me as he continues slow, gentle rocks against me.
I lick my lips, catching my breath as I continue to keep my eyes locked on his until he rolls off me, pulling me to lie on his chest.
“That was a nice way to wake up,” I admit, and his chest shakes with his laughter.
“It’s definitely my favorite way to wake up.” He nuzzles the top of my head, and I wonder if this should feel awkward.
As I was falling asleep last night, I’d been sure there would be awkwardness this morning. Whether that was because this thing between us is new or because of everything I revealed last night.
Instead, I woke up to the best fucking of my life.
I curse when my alarm on my phone goes off, sadly rolling out of Prescott’s hold to shut it off.
“And the real world calls,” I say with a sigh, glancing at him over my shoulder. “I need to take a shower—especially after our morning fun. Do you want to join me?”
He wrinkles his nose in the adorable way he does. “As much as I want to say yes, I’d have to put my dirty clothes back on. Plus, I need to go home and get ready too.”
I don’t want him to leave. He belongs beside me—always.
What the hell?
Where did that come from?
I need to get my shit together.
As of yesterday afternoon, I just thought Prescott and I were friends who slept together from time to time. Now, my thoughts are thinking about forever.
Can we say getting ahead of ourselves?
But that doesn’t change my not wanting him to leave.
“I’m pretty sure I still have some of your clothes from my last heat. You can wear those, and we can go to your place after I get ready.” I hesitate, a thought hitting me. “Unless you want to go home to get ready. I’m not trying to be a needy omega, I swear.”
I squeal as his arm wraps around my waist, and he yanks me back against his chest. He presses a kiss against my neck and inhales my scent.
“I’d much rather shower here than alone at home.” He kisses my neck again, sending a shiver down my spine. “And feel free to be a needy omega. I enjoy knowing you want me around. I know we didn’t talk about it much last night, but I’ve been in love with you for years, Luna. I was just waiting for you to catch up.”
In love with me?
I roll over to face him, eyes wide. “Love? Pres?—”
He cuts me off with a kiss. “Don’t freak out. I’m not expecting you to tell me you love me. I just wanted to put it out there. I love you, Luna.”
Do I love Prescott?
