Page 60 of Knot So Social

I chew on my lip. Do I sound like a tyrant? Don’t do this, don’t do that.

Jeremy captures my hand in his. “Willow? This moment is all about you, so I really want to do my best.”

All about me. Not about alphas taking their pleasure. The weight on my shoulders evaporates.

“Please,” I whisper, swallowing hard. “Don’t leave before I tell you to go. Don’t dine and dash.”

Something flickers in his eyes, but I look away from it. I don’t need pity, and the vulnerability stings.

He reaches out and lifts my chin. “I absolutely will not leave you until you say. I’m here for you, Willow.”

A twinge runs through me, bringing with it a burst of inner heat. Even if I’ve paid for him to be here, that tenderness streaming off him promises to cherish me. I melt.

“What about you?” I ask, trying to remember if the clinic provided a list of the alpha’s boundaries. I’m having a hard time recalling any specifics.

“You,” he breathes out. “Anything you give me, I want.”

Sounds almost like a confession. Turning to face him, I close my hands experimentally around his shoulders. He’s a perfect fit, broad and tall enough for our faces to meet even though he’s slouched down. My gaze drifts to his mouth, the phantom taste of him sparking a fresh batch of desire.

Jeremy lifts me until I straddle his lap. After he smooths my skirt over my thighs, his warm hand settles behind my head, and he tugs me closer until our mouths meet. This time when we kiss, there’s no holding back. We’re both hungry, teased by an hour of flirting and rising pheromones.

It’s been years since I held someone this close. All this time, I thought I didn’t need anyone, but now that I have an alpha in my arms, my desperation for contact explodes. Not just any alpha—Jeremy. This big, tender man with the oversized hands and wide jaw, and eyes that tell me I’m the most desirable woman he’s ever seen.

He deepens the kiss, chasing my tongue first and then my panted breaths. When I gasp, he trails his mouth along my jawline, placing soft kisses on my tender skin until I shiver all over. His ragged breaths gust over my ear, bringing heat boiling under my skin. I need more.

When he nibbles down my neck, I thrust experimentally across his lap.

Jeremy tugs my collar to one side with his teeth, and then he grasps my hips, encouraging my moves. When he pulls our bodies closer, the hard length inside his jeans grinds into me. My heart stutters. He’s big. Like real big. Most alphas are, but now I’m even more excited to see.

“You like that?” he whispers into my neck.

My cheeks burn as I nod.

“Hmm,” he murmurs. “It’s all yours, when you’re ready.” To prove his point, he tips me back and tugs my spread legs deeper into his groin. The friction is so delicious I moan.

“Oh, that’s my good girl.”

His words start an avalanche inside, blood and tingling rushing though me in a sudden swell. I hiccup.

Jeremy chuckles. “You like that too?”

He doesn’t expect an answer; instead, he grinds up into me, fanning the flames coming to life in my pussy. My scent flares around us. I wriggle, hoping it’s not too off putting for him.

The alpha breathes deeply. “Willow, you smell so amazing.”

Is he a mind reader or what? Even before my insecurities fully bloom, he’s reassuring me.

His nose tracks down my decolletage. “I just want to breathe this all day.”

He supports my back with one hand and shifts the other around my waist to my blouse, toying with the hem.

I suck my cheeks in against the sudden need to rip my clothes off and rub myself all over him. I’m a big girl; I can wait a little longer.

No, maybe I can’t. And I don’t need to hold back, do I? Warmth and pressure bloom all through my hips and I gyrate with more energy over that ridiculous bulge.

“I can feel you,” he murmurs, breath catching. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

His fingers graze the bare skin over my navel.