Page 18 of Perfectly Naïve
Her sweet giggle heats my chest and stiffens my cock, and when I plop down onto the couch with her in my lap, I know she feels it when she lets out a little gasp.
“Oh!” She wiggles, trying to get comfortable and making me even harder. When I groan, she stills. “Am I hurting you? It’s really hard. Is it painful to be that hard?” Her slim fingers drift near my cock, like she’s decided to find out how hard my erection is. I barely catch her wrist before she can touch me and make me come in my pants like a teenager.
Groaning, I let my head lean forward and inhale the floral scent of her shampoo, imagining I could scent her perfume. “I wouldn’t say you’re hurting me, but if you don’t stop wiggling that sweet little ass over my dick, I’m going to be rocking a serious case of blue balls.”
“Scientifically speaking, epididymal hypertension can be temporarily uncomfortable but doesn’t pose any actual threat to your testicles. It’s simply a case of extra blood flow to your genitals when you’re aroused, causing your testicles to swell and your veins to narrow in preparation for sex.” The cheeky little omega flashes me a sweet smile and pats my knee. “You’ll be fine.”
“Gee, thanks, Liv. I appreciate that very thorough explanation as to why my balls ache. Now, can I teach you something tonight?” She giggles again as I pull her back against my chest and arrange our bodies so she’s resting comfortably, her forehead in the crook of my neck. If she wasn’t taking scent control, she’d be drowning in my scent, with her nose right there against my neck.
“Yes, of course. So sorry,sir.”
She’s teasing, I know she is, but that doesn’t stop my dick from growing even harder and a rumble to build in my chest. “Liv, baby, here’s another lesson for you. Don’t call an alphasirunless you want to get your pretty little ass spanked or your bratty mouth filled with a cock.”
She presses her knees together. Her voice is breathless and husky when she says, “Oh.”
Fuck, I like the way she sounds.
Swallowing, I focus on being good. “Now, can you please be a good omega and let me cuddle the hell out of you while we watch a cheesy romance?”
Her breath puffs against my neck as she quietly chuckles. I grab the remote and flip through some options, asking Liv for her opinion until we land on a movie we both think looks good.
She’s stiff at first, her muscles bunched and locked, like she’s not sure if she’s allowed to relax into me. But after twenty minutes of me running the pads of my fingers up and down her arms, her spine, and the outside of her thighs, Liv turns to putty. I feel like I’ve accomplished something great when she melts against me. Even when she was a kid, I’m not sure Olivia knew how to relax. Henry got away with a lot of shit because he was older and an alpha. But Liv? She’s spent her whole life trying to contort herself into whatever vision her parents had. No wonder she second-guesses herself on everything.
“Liv?” I hold her closer.
“Hmm?”
“About the scent control. I hope I didn’t make you feel like I was pressuring you before.” I want to be someone who helps draw her out of her shell, not add another layer of pressure. Even if I’m dying to find out what she smells like. Would her scent be floral and rich or sweet and sugary, like a fresh-baked cookie?
Shifting against me, Liv turns so she can meet my eyes. “I didn’t feel pressured. It’s just been easier for me to take them.With going to school and then getting the position in London, I didn’t want anything to distract me from my goals, and I didn’t want to become a distraction at the lab. I never intended to take them or my heat control forever, but I suppose, in some ways, life is easier with the medicine. More predictable and defined.”
“It lets you feel more in control.”
“I guess so.”
It makes sense that Liv would crave control when she probably grew up feeling like she had so little of it. If she couldn’t grasp freedom, she could at least grapple for control.
And that’s when it hits me. Liv doesn’t need to learn how to be an omega. She needs to learn how to let go and trust herself. She needs to learn how to trust other people to care about her and be a safe place to lose control.
“I can’t guarantee that going off the medicine won’t make you lose some of that control, but I can promise that I’ll be there with you.” Reaching out, I push a strand of dark hair away from her face. “Do you think you might be willing to give it a try?”
Liv’s heart kicks up. I can feel it thrumming as she’s pressed against me. Her soulful cinnamon eyes bounce as she studies my expression. Hesitation wars with a more primal desire I know well. To be seen and known. I grin when she lets out a quiet puff of air and nods.
“Yes, Sawyer. I’ll give it a try. I won’t take the scent control anymore.”
“Such a brave omega,” I whisper, giving in to the impulse I’ve been fighting since the moment this gorgeous siren walked through my door. Softly, slowly, I slant my mouth over hers. I’m careful not to lose control, because, despite Liv propositioning me for sex, I’m not sure how much experience she has, even with something as simple as kissing.
When her mouth opens on a gasp, I sweep my tonguealong the inside seam of her lips and deepen the kiss. Her body responds instinctively, and then she’s straddling my lap. It’s fucking torture. The only barrier between us is my jeans and a thin scrap of black lace.
Our kiss deepens, and Liv’s hips start to rock, her body seeking friction. I want to fuck her. Knot her.
Shit. Keep it together, asshole. She’s not ready for that.
“Liv,” I say, groaning as she grinds a little faster now. “Baby, you have to stop.”
“Hmm?” Her eyes are closed as she peppers kisses across my jaw. She’s losing herself in the sensation of it all, and I feel like a prick for stopping her, but I’m not going to let her first time be on a couch where I can’t even scent her.
With all the restraint I can muster, I grasp Liv’s hips and hold her still. “We have to stop. It’s getting late, and you have to work tomorrow.”
