Page 77 of Perfectly Naïve
Swallowing, he looks around. “Do you want to take your turn?”
I shake my head, pressing harder against him. “No.”
“Do you want to go somewhere else?”
“Home.”
His expression flickers with disappointment. “Okay. Yeah, letme close out, and?—”
“Your home,” I correct.
As understanding flashes, his hands glide up my back and tip my head back, his lips crashing into mine in a hungry kiss. Our tongues tangle and the world falls away until a round of raunchy cheers erupts next to us.
Sawyer pulls back with a gasp and guilty look. “Shit. Sorry.”
“Don’t be.” I smile up at him. “Take me home.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
OLIVIA
The packhouse is empty when we arrive, which is probably good. I’m not sure I’d have the confidence to throw myself at Sawyer if the whole pack was here, but seeing as we’re alone, I fall into his arms as soon as the door is closed.
Sawyer hooks his hands under my ass and hoists me up. I wrap my legs around his, catching his mouth and falling into his familiar kiss. Every inch of my body craves his on mine.
“Take me to your room,” I say, breaking the kiss for air.
“Liv, we don’t?—”
“I want to. Don’t you?” I’m tired of going slow.
His eyes heat and his fingers flex on my ass. “Yeah, Liv. I want to.”
Pressing my mouth to his, I whisper, “Then why don’t you knot your omega, alpha?”
“You’re dangerous.” He carries me to his bedroom, using his foot to shove the door open and kick it closed as I pepper him with kisses and grind against his stomach. “Fuck, Liv, I can feel your slick already.”
“I’m ready.”
Kissing me, he carefully lays me down on the bed, kneeling over me as he takes his time tasting every inch of my mouth.
“Please knot me,” I say again, wondering if I haven’t been clear.
“I will,” he murmurs, mouth grazing down my throat. He breathes in my scent—sweet and musky with need—and groans. “My omega.”
“Yes,” I breathe.
He sits on his heels, reaching for my shirt. I lift up to help him take it off. Sawyer’s nostrils flare when he sees my lacy black bra, his gaze flicking to mine. “Really, baby?”
I bite my lip and hook my fingers in the band of my pants. “My thong matches the bra.” I slide the pants down my hips.
Sawyer tugs them off my calves, palms landing on my bare skin as he takes me in with a certain kind of reverence. When his gaze snares mine again, and all his desire and lust shimmer at the surface, my throat goes dry.
I’ve never had a man look at me the way he and his pack do. They make me feel sexy.
“Did you wear this for me?”
I nod, perching on my forearms. “Do you like it?”
