Page 25 of Perfectly Naïve
I swallow. “Thank you.”
“Tell me what you feel.” His thumb drags over my bottom lip, and my stomach quivers, pulse skyrocketing.
“Excited.”
He nods. “And now?” He comes even closer, our noses bumping and his scent blanketing me.
The answer to his question lies in my slick-coated panties. The warmth in my belly. The ache in my core. My breath trembles, and I lick my lips, delight zapping through me when his eyes fall to my mouth.
“Tell me, Liv.” It’s a whispered demand, but it could be an alpha bark for all intents and purposes.
“Desire,” I rasp, fingers grasping at his shirt, mind demanding that I smash myself against him and never let go.
“Do you want me to kiss you?”
“For science?”
His lips quirk. “Sure, baby, for science.”
“Please.” The word is a soft, trembling sound that would make me want to die of embarrassment if not for his immediate purr.
Sawyer captures my lips, and hypotheses, cognitive analysis, and self-control slip from my hand like sand. His tongue traces the seam of my mouth, and I part my lips, gasping as he takes the advantage, snaring me with strokes that make my head spin and my heart sing. I soften and press my body against his. His erection is so hard. I reach down, wrapping my fingers around it over his joggers. Thick. Big.Mine.With a throaty groan, he breaks away and pulls in a deep breath.
“Fuck.”
I lick my lips, chasing his taste. My hand is still on his cock. I squeeze. “Is that a goodfuck? Do you want to knot me?”
Sawyer nods, his gaze drawing back to mine, throat bobbing. “I want to go slow, okay?”
“I’m okay with that.”
“Good. I never thought I’d say this, but please take your hand off my dick.”
“Oh.” I recoil as if I’d touched a burner. “Oh my god, I did it again.”
“Again, I’m not complaining, and as much as I love you touching it, this is about you, not me.”
“Technically, it is.” This whole thing is about me learning how to please my pack.
He laughs and shakes his head. “How about we watch a movie? Snuggling might feel different now that you can smell me...”
“I promise not to touch your dick,” I say solemnly. We can hang out without anything physical, right? I’m stronger than my desires. I can behave.
Narrator: the omega did not behave.
We started off side by side, and at some point, I’m not really sure when, I ended up between his legs, my back resting against his torso and his arms nestled under my breasts. Sawyer is holding me, but as we watch another holiday rom-com, I can’t help wondering how many others he’s held this way.
“Liv,” he murmurs. “Care to tell me what made your scent sour?”
“Nothing,” I lie.
He hums. “Are all smart people bad liars?”
“It’s stupid.”
“Nothing you think is stupid. What’s wrong?”
I chew on my lip. Telling him might be oversharing, but before he agreed to teach me how to be a good omega, he was a friend. Well, sort of. He’s my brother’s best friend. We talked, though, got along, even hung out from time to time when we were younger.
