Page 70 of Crash Course Omega
I want to swing her into my arms and hold her tightly so she doesn’t have that look on her face again. It seems she only comes to me when something’s wrong.
Even when she pours over her script, there’s still an air of vulnerability to her that makes my heart waver. I can’t get asingle whiff of her scent. But it’s obvious how much scent-blocking spray she has used from the sheen on her skin and hair.
Harmony keeps turning her coffee cup in her hands, worrying her bottom lip, and furiously scratches her pen across her script. I’d handed her a third jacket, but sniffing that doesn’t seem to help either.
Sex has never interested me. My ruts are an inconvenience more than anything else. But she arrived this morning in a loose white t-shirt and gray mid-length skirt, and I can’t understand why that turns me on more than her sports bra.
It really isn’t like me. And I need to focus.
So I crank the car up to two feet off the ground, grab my roller, a wide rectangular board with wheels, lay on my back, and scoot under the car.
I keep myself contained as I work on the engine from underneath, running my hands over every part in precise order to ensure everything’s in place.
I can just focus on the smooth lines of the engine and the outer body and try not to worry about the gorgeous woman hovering near me.
As I become lost in my routine, I don’t notice Harmony has moved until she speaks.
“Everest?” I jump as her voice echoes from near my feet. “Can I talk to you?”
My eyes widen at how serious she sounds. We didn’t know each other well enough to have any proper conversations about our relationship, if you can say we even have one.
I swallow a nervous breath as I wheel the roller out, only to choke in shock as she stands over me.
I suck in a breath and freeze. She has one foot on each side of my roller, her hands on her hips, looking down at me with my jacket split open over her t-shirt. But that’s not what my eyes are glued to.
Because she’s completely naked under her skirt. Absolutely, totally bare.
There’s nothing there apart from her soft skin and her scent. And I just wheeled myself right under her.
I really can see everything from down here.
Instead of acting like a normal person and maybe making a joke about it, I panic.
I try to shoot back under my car with my legs splayed out, and I knock her forward.
Harmony cries as she loses her balance, tumbling downward. I only just manage to catch her thighs before she plunges onto my face.
Her skirt covers my head, and all I can smell is her building slick as she hovers over me.
I can’t move in this position as I carry the weight of her thighs.
And the awkward air I might have imagined hanging around us bursts into full volume as I scrabble under her. The roller moves, Harmony loses her balance, and thank God I push my heels into the floor. The roller skids backward so she lands on my chest instead of my mouth, where I really want her.
Her hands slam against my shoulders as her skirt slips down to my chin, and both of us stare at each other wide-eyed.
I know I should push her off of me, but the scent of her slick is more powerful than her perfume.
“Oh God,” she murmurs, her chest rising slowly. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t think you’d move so fast.”
I try to keep my thoughts under control, but it’s no use. The longer we stay like this, the faster my heart races.
“It’s fine,” I rasp. “You didn’t know.”
But sheknewshe wasn’t wearing underwear when she stood over me like that. So, what is she planning?
My wrists ache at this angle, and I need to move my hands. But it results in my rough fingers sliding further up her thighs. I push away her skirt until my thumbs press into the V of her hips.
I freeze again as the smallest moan echoes from her.
