Page 32 of Omega Island
Raimi let go and I heard him behind me grabbing another towel from the rack. I leaned forward against the sink, fully aware my ass was exposed to him, bent to him.
I couldn’t control myself!
Something soft brushed my ankles. I looked down to see the green and white patterned sarong Raimi had been wearing puddled on the floor. I turned to look over my shoulder. Head bowed, he was slowly pushing down his white, flowery trunks.
I couldn’t stop myself from staring. His erection sprang free, popping upward, strong and glistening, rosy at the tip, tight pink balls drawn up, all of it framed in damp blond curls.
I’d just released. All over him. My face was on fire at the mere thought. Yet looking at him in his aroused state had my cock hard again so fast I became almost dizzy.
I forced myself to turn away but the big mirrors over the sink showed me everything. Raimi was drying himself slowly, carefully. Fine golden hairs shone on his chest.
I pressed my palms flat on the countertop. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
In the mirror, I saw Raimi look up. “Why? You’re in heat? That’s not your fault.”
“I have lost all semblance of control.”
The way he held the towel now blocked his front. I wanted to push the towel away, take note of him in every detail. I wanted to see him again.
“That’s what a heat is,” he said. His eyes showed only compassion.
“Yes, but—”
“Can you really consent? You said you can, but—” His question interrupted me. He reached out, but his hand did not touch my arm again, only hovered.
“I don’t—” I hesitated. What was my answer to that? Yes, of course I could. In this moment I was in heat, but I could understand him. I could walk away. Couldn’t I? “Yes.”
“Then do you want me to leave or stay?”
“I—Raimi, you’re here to recover from a horrible relationship. This isn’t the way.”
“I am asking if you want me to leave or stay?”
I shuddered all over, trying to hide my unease. I wanted him. He was not only gorgeous, but sweet. A gentleman.
“Do you want to leave?” My voice sounded strained, but I hope not too desperate.
“I have an uncontrollable urge to care for you,” he replied.
Not the answer I expected. But then again, alpha protective hormones could have been kicking in.
“You mean like make me dinner?”
“No. Yes. I mean—” Raimi frowned. “Are you hungry?”
I shook my head. If there was any hunger here, we both knew what it was.
And then I felt it. Another heat wave coming over me, pushing the air from my lungs, threatening to cramp my muscles.
“We’re both naked in your bathroom. You’re in heat. I’m responding.” His teeth gripped hard at his lower lip as he struggled to go on. “And—and I think you’re beautiful.”
He was so close I would’ve sworn we were touching. I could smell his spicy wildness and I wanted that. Wanted it so badly I could see myself begging for it.
“Senta,” Raimi said. “I’m here. I’ll do what I can. I can’t promise I’m good enough or even ready, but I’m here and we’re—” He looked down at our bodies so close to each other.
I heard him. But my mind stuck on his words “good enough.” A renewed vigor coursed through me, causing me to turn. “Good enough? You are. You are, Raimi. I’m the one who has not taken proper precautions. I’ve put you in this position. Good enough? You’re the better one right now.”
“I don’t think that’s true.” His words came slowly, still unsure.
