Page 44 of Empty Heat
I smiled. “What you said makes me feel really really good.”
“Good. Because I seeyou. Not a patient. Not a job. Right now, it’s just you and me.” He kissed me with a brush of lips again.
I groaned. “I believe you.”
“Can I touch you now?”
“Please.”
Slowly, he parted my robe. He straddled me and managed to push it up to my waist. The belt had already come loose and the material fell away from my hips and thighs, my body exposed.
He sat back, placing both his hands on my chest, circling over the tops of my pecs.
I looked up at him poised over me, his long body elegant and half blurred in my fevered vision. But it wasn’t entirely about that in this moment. Yes, I wanted his touch. Yes, I wanted release. But more, what I wanted was him. His presence. His attention. It was heady and electrifying.
He still wore his belted kimono, silken against my skin. The hem moved along my thighs. The sleeves grazed my ribs. Some of his hair was loose from its clip and fogged around his face.
Heat washed through my body as his hands moved down. Everywhere his skin connected with mine sent a surge of pleasure to that area. My cock kept jumping and I was close to coming. Just a little lower.
He leaned down and kissed me again on the lips. His mouth slid down to my chest and I arched my back.
He leaned up again. “I have you trapped.”
I frowned.
“Unintentionally,” he added. “I need to take this off.” He pulled at his kimono. “It is constricting how I move. Is that okay?”
I gulped. Was he naked underneath? Was he hard? I wanted to know. “Yes.”
He stretched back, standing up on his knees, and undid his belt. The kimono fell away like a ghost in the shadows surrounding the bed. He softly touched both of my thighs and lifted each knee over them so he was now positioned between my legs.
The light from the living room painted him in gold. Hewasnaked underneath that robe, and definitely hard. There was no question I affected him, but was it me or my heat? That was an unfair question. He was an alpha with all five senses in full play. Any omega in heat would arouse him.
This had happened quickly, me suddenly finding myself naked in my bed with an alpha.
I tensed, but not with my usual fears. My chest rose and fell. The anxiety of my heat had me squirming.
“This is just me here. And you. No one else. I will not harm you,” he reassured.
“I want your touch before I go mad.”
He leaned forward, his body still above mine, but his hand slowly rode up my thigh and cupped my balls. Then he leaned down and took my mouth again as his hand slid up and curled around my cock. He stroked me three times before I cried out and came, his kisses shushing me.
Was he allowed to do that? Rein me in like that? But we were not patient and therapist right now. I wanted more. No reins.
My mind went white as I tumbled through the ecstasy, as I bucked up and felt the liquid of my heat spray us both. I couldn’t breathe. I lost track of his touch on my cock and fell into the depth of his kiss.
Finally, he let up and I twisted my body beneath his, still out of control. My moans lowered to soft whimpers.
“It’s all right,” he murmured. “We can do this all night.”
I wanted to learn how to take more, take him into me and be taught how to enjoy it—if that was even possible for me. But I wanted more of this, too.
I reached around his back and pulled him down to me. “Yes, please.”
“So polite.” He laughed a little and kissed the side of my neck.
I didn’t know how else to be with someone I cared about so I resorted to good behavior. My feelings were all over the place. I’d never opened myself like this before. It was so overwhelming he would soon have me begging him for kisses and touches.
