Page 59 of Knotting Hill
The atmosphere on the way home is decidedly less intense than it was in the hospital as we chat about mundane things. I’m trying to avoid discussing the kiss we shared. I wonder if he is doing the same.
A few minutes later, he is pulling up outside my flat, and he cuts the engine.
“Do you want to come up?” I ask. My tone is slightly seductive and inviting, and he hears it.
Tension fills the air as he deliberates for a few seconds. His gaze meets mine, a small smile playing on his lips.
“Yes,” he says quietly. “I’d love that.”
Thirty-Six
JP
Storm letsme into her flat and immediately drops her shoes and bag on the floor near the door. I take in the small space and decide it suits her. I didn’t really notice any of it the last time I was here. I was too busy denying my cock a release it desperately needs.
“I’ll be a few minutes,” she says, disappearing behind a dressing screen and into the bathroom. She closes the door and then shouts through, “Make yourself at home.”
I suppose that means I should sit down on the couch, but instead, I amble around looking at everything until I end up faced with her bed. I lick my lips as the door to the bathroom opens, and her head sticks out. “Turn around,” she murmurs.
I chuckle and turn to face the opposite way. I hear her moving about and start with one of the items that I wanted to bring up. “I don’t know if you’ve found something yet, but I know the manager atOmegas4hire,and she is looking for an Admin assistant. I could put in a good word for you if you want?”
She snickers. “I appreciate that, JP, but I’m not going to work for a place where you’ve stuck your dick into half the workforce. Thanks, but no thanks.”
I let out a loud laugh, mostly because I’m shocked at her words. “Fuck,” I mutter, still staring at the wall away from her. “That bothers you, does it, Storm?”
“What do you think?” she murmurs, her voice husky, which makes my cock stand to attention. “Turn around.”
I'm momentarily frozen to the spot, but I force myself to turn around, not knowing what to expect.
When I see her naked body, curled up in her nest, I let out a soft pant. She is propped up on her elbow, a small smile curving up her full red lips.
“I want to pick up where we left off.”
“So do I,” I growl, prowling closer. “Are you sure you want this?”
“Are you?” Her eyebrow is arched.
“Oh, I know I want you. Do you want me? Us? This isn’t just an itch to scratch after the tension of the last few hours?”
“I’m not like that,” she points out what I already know. But I had to be sure.
I kick off my shoes and pull off my t-shirt, showing her my washboard abs. She licks her lips enticingly and crooks her finger, beckoning me towards her. A thrill runs through me as I show off my body. Her eyes are taking in every inch of me.
Her gaze is electrifying, and I can feel the heat of it on my skin. She licks her lips enticingly, and a wave of desire washes over me. I step forward, drawn in by her sultry gaze.
As I drink in her beauty, the air between us is thick with anticipation and desire. She is absolutely stunning, her curves are captivating, and her body is inviting.
I crawl onto the bed with her, feeling the heat radiating from her. My heart beats faster as I reach out and brush the back ofmy hand against her soft skin, feeling the warmth of her body. I’ve shagged a lot of women, but I have never been so nervous about committing this act before. This isn’t just about getting my dick wet or appeasing the rut. This is about making love to an omega I want to mate with in the future. My stomach is twisted with anxiety and eagerness to touch her.
She leans in, her lips inches away from mine. I inhale her sweet, fresh cherry scent, and a tingle runs through my body as I look into her eyes. The energy pings between us. I want to feel her lips against mine.
With a sense of urgency, I flick the button on my jeans, desperate for the feel of her hands on my skin, wrapped around my cock. She reaches out to explore my body slowly. I rasp as her hands move over me, skimming over my abs and up my chest, her fingers tracing circles along my collarbone.
I feel myself melting into her. Her hands move lower, and I groan as I grow harder and harder with each touch. I want more; I want to feel every inch of her. I become lost in her as I surrender to her will.
Moving my lips towards hers, I kiss her deeply. Her tongue explores my mouth eagerly, tasting me as she draws in my scent. Growing dizzy with pleasure, I explore her depths. Our kiss seems to last forever, and I fall deeper and deeper under her spell.
She moves her hands to my waist and pulls me closer, pushing against me as she traces my body with her feather-light touch. I can scent her arousal, as well as my own. I need to feel her body against mine.
