Page 72 of Power Shift

She laughs, gaze flicking back to hold mine. There’s no annoyance there. Just the desire to do the same.

“Yes, Ronan. You can kiss me.”

One brush of our mouths, and I can nearly taste the future. Lemon and caramel mix in the air around us as I press my lips over hers in a firm kiss. She exhales in my mouth before raising an arm to curl around my shoulders, pulling me close.

Her confidence turns me on, lust clouding my mind. I plaster our fronts together, swallowing a possessive growl at the feel of her against me. I memorize the feel of her soft belly, the curves of her heavy breasts, and the thigh that parts from the other, inviting me to move between them.

We fit perfectly, my bulk swallowing her frame and allowing me to protect her from anyone and anything that could be lurking nearby. And as I shift my hips, the thick length of my cock digs into her belly, expelling a groan from my chest.

She answers with a low whine that tightens every muscle in my body. Perfume fills the little space between us, sweet enough to make my teeth ache. I stroke the underside of her jaw, teasing her scent gland.

“Briar.”

It’s a warning and a promise.

“I know,” she gasps, eyelids fluttering as she pins me with pale blue. “It’s intense.”

“Gonna need you to get in the car now.”

The sweet scent bitters quickly, and my head clears immediately. She swallows, as reluctant to release me as I am her.

“We’re not there yet. I want to do things right. Show you who I am before I bury my face between your thighs and taste how sweet you are,” I add.

“I know you’re right. It just doesn’t feel . . .”

“It feels like fucking torture.”

She’s slow to slide her hand from my shoulders to my wrist, lingering there. “When can I see you all again?”

“We’re on a small road trip this week, but we’ll be back Thursday.”

Fuck. Having to be away from her for five days makes me feel sick to my stomach. Is this how Landon feels every day?

Briar nods. “Can we call or something while you’re gone?”

“Always. We’re going to court you, Briar.”

“I have no idea what to expect with that,” she admits, her spirit lifting bit by bit.

“Good. We’ll have fun surprising you.”

“Does following me home tonight count toward your courting?”

“Nah, baby. That’s just an alpha taking care of his omega.”

It flows off my tongue like butter, and by her pink cheeks, I don’t think she hates it too much.

I grasp the door handle behind her body and linger, unable to be the one to back away first.

Keeping her back to the car, she slides a foot to the right, giving me the space to open the door. The creak of its hinges isn’tincredibly reassuring, but when she ignores it, I keep my mouth shut.

I’m not entirely sure if buying someone a new car counts as a good courting gift, but maybe I’ll give it a try anyway.

Once she’s in the driver’s seat, I wait for her to buckle the seat belt before kissing her again. She sighs when I pull back, brows furrowed.

“Don’t speed, Petal. I’d love chasing you too much.”

Her laugh burrows itself in my chest. “Noted.”

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