Page 30 of With A Little Luck
It takes way too long to realize I’ve been objectifying him.
A heavy sigh escapes as I refocus on the counter next to him. He already put all the food away too. “I wasn’t trying to leave you to do all the cleanup.”
He drops the sponge and spins around. “The sprayer and I had it out. My shirt lost. I tossed it over there to dry.” He chuckles, nodding to the table where his shirt rests over one of the chairs. The veins on his hands and forearms bulge as he dries his hands off on his jeans, and I have to bite my cheek to keep an embarrassing whimper from escaping. “I felt bad I forgot dessert, but if you keep looking at me like that, I’ll just offer myself up in its place.”
“Are you flirting with me?” My eyes widen as he prowls closer.
Christ.
That’s a lot of well-defined muscles, and they’re all covered in tattoos. I kinda thought obliques were a myth until seeing Hartley without a shirt. His wavy blond hair falls over his forehead as he approaches with his head tilted predatorily. “Just for the last six months or so, but it’s cute that youfinallynoticed.”
My heartbeat picks up as I retreat. I’m not even sure why I’m backing away, but my ass hits the wall behind me, and I squeak.
Hartley doesn’t stop until he’s only inches away from our chests brushing. There’s no hope of sucking in to make my stomach stop pushing against his, so I ignore it. His forearm hits the wall above my head, and I swallow thickly.
I’ve been attracted to Hart since the first day we met. At first, I was still grieving over not being able to find Ridge and everything that meant for the baby. My instincts were heartbroken, and maybe I was too.
It was quick, but I felt a connection with Ridge.
He made me feel safe…in the same way Hartley does.
“Did I tell you my brother is coming back to work?” Hart’s warm fingers land under my chin, tilting my face up to his. “You know what that means, beautiful?”
“That you’ll be leaving town?” My chest rises in rapid pants as his snowy, woodsy scent floods my nose. All I can seem to focus on is how dilated his eyes are as he stares down at me.
“Nah,” he murmurs, dipping his lips even closer to mine. He gets so close, but our skin doesn’t actually touch. It feels like he’s giving me an opportunity to put a stop to it if I’m uncomfortable. He still smells faintly of the spaghetti, but I think he might have popped in a mint while I was in the bathroom because there’s a light scent that isn’t his own. “It just means I’m not your boss anymore, so I can do this.”
My eyes flutter as my heart pounds wildly, waiting to see what happens next.
I don’t have to wait long.
Hart’s soft lips brush over mine, and his tongue swipes across my bottom lip. Everything in me aches to know what it’s like toreallykiss Hartley Adams.
I gasp, and he doesn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss.
Hart growls, and his hand lands on my hip, snaking between me and the wall. Every gasping breath fills my senses with more of him.
His scent is like a drug.
I’d toss him down and bury my nose in his throat if he tried to get away.
Maybe lick him a time or two.
All I know is that I want more of him.
He keeps me trapped to his front with his hand on my lower back, but he pulls his forearm off the wall above my head and cradles my cheek in his huge palm.
He peppers me with quick, tender kisses, pulling back between each so I can catch my breath. My eyes pop open, and he grins mischievously.
“You’re so fucking pretty.” He growls out the words and dives for my lips once more. His thumb teases over my jaw ashe presses against my front. This time, he doesn’t immediately pull back, and each swirl of his tongue around mine makes me squirm. Heat builds under my skin as my stomach flutters with butterflies and desire for more. “I swear to God, you’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”
I moan, clutching at his back. This time, I think I dive for his lips, stretching up on my tiptoes to make it possible. He gives in, smiling into the kiss. It takes everything in me not to beg for his knot.
Alpha and omega dynamics are so weird, but feeling the way his fingers splay over my back makes it seem like I’m safely confined in him. It does wild things to my impulses, and my nerve endings light up.
If just kissing Hartley can be like this, am I even prepared for what it would feel like to do more?
My shoulders lean against the wall for support as my body gets floaty the longer he devours me in sensual kisses.
