Page 57 of Single Omega Dad
At the door, bare feet slapping the terracotta tile, I fantasized I could already smell him. Campfire on a slow fall wind. Distance of dire urgency. Tension like an approaching storm. Maybe it wasn’t a fantasy.
I knew who it was. Still, I asked, “Who is it?”
“Mathias.”
Yes.I couldn’t open the door fast enough but in my haste managed to fumble the lock. I called out, “Just a sec.”
I flung the door open a little too hard. Too eager. The world as I knew had misted over, spinning away. A new world stood before me in the form of a dark Alpha male, tall and regal, a bit glowering, and everything I wanted.
“Come in,” I said quickly, a smile tugging the edges of my mouth.
“I don’t mean to intrude.” He sounded formal. Conflicted.
I couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped my throat. “Uh, no. You’re not intruding at all.” I reached out.
My small gesture was all it took. Mathias stepped forward while I remained standing where I was and it caused us to nearly bump. Suddenly, his arms came up. I leaned in. My own hands pressed to his waist and the hug went from zero to fierce in one second flat.
I pressed my cheek to his chest, then raised my face and breathed in the expensive cologne of him at the crook of his shoulder, his neck. That was all it took. My eyelids fluttered. My cock hardened even more than it already was.
“You didn’t text,” I whispered. I scrunched my eyes shut as I instantly regretted my words. “Forget I even said that. You have a life. You owe me nothing.”
Mathias tightened his arms. His chin slid across the top of my head. “I should have,” he said softly.
Finally, he pulled back, hands on my shoulders. He wore a black suit with a white shirt, standard, but on him it looked anything but standard. His features were sharp, almost pinched as he narrowed his eyebrows.
“Where are the boys?” he asked.
“Asleep.”
He nodded and his nostrils flared just a little, enough to tell me he was measuring his breaths.
I took one of his hands from my shoulder and clasped it, drawing him further into the house and kicking the front door shut with my foot.
He followed silently, his footfalls precise and quiet as we moved down the hallway, past my office and the boys’ room, and into my bedroom.
I shut and locked the door, then let go of him and picked up the long lighter. I wandered about the room lighting every candle I had laid out. The room flickered to life like a beacon to us, a cozy retreat made of glowing light. When I turned to look at him, all the tiredness of the day drained as my blood began to hum at the sight of him.
He stood in the center of my room facing the bed, looking ominous except for the dawning light in his eyes as they met mine, an appreciation mixed with a little confusion, and unabashed desire.
I sat back on the foot of my bed and reached up to him.
He came toward me as I spread my legs and he stood between them looking down at me with that dark, sardonic gaze I could not get enough of. I might have first thought he lookeddownon me, mocked me with his seeming disregard, but now I saw more. So much more. How he’d been with my boys. How he’d made love to me—it was making love, not my imagination—last night.
He was hiding things. Unsure. Filled with secret pains. Realizing that, he wasn’t scary at all. My boys had never seen that side of him. They had taken him as he was at face value from the moment they’d met him.
I only took a bit longer because I had been so annoyed at the forced financial guardianship, and the subsequent meeting at the bank. Mathias had been so cold and hard at first, sosuperior.I’d bristled. My first impression had caused me to despise him.
How quickly things had changed.
I closed my thighs around his knees and tugged him down to the bed on top of me. He went willingly, putting his hands on either side of my body to support himself so he didn’t fall on me with all his weight.
Holding himself over me, he leaned down and kissed me, taking my mouth fully with his lips and tongue, licking his way inside me. I wrapped my arms around his waist, hugging so hard I pulled myself up from the mattress, clinging to him.
He shoved his arms beneath me and before his weight could settle fully over me, he pulled us both onto our sides so we faced each other and continued to kiss me.
I’d never been so turned on. He was broad and steely and intensely dour at times. So perfect.
I was thrilled to see our blind attraction was mutual, for as I scooted up further onto the bed we both began undoing each other’s clothing—buttons, ties, zippers—tossing garments right and left until we pressed naked together. My mind spun in pleasure.
