Page 21 of Feeling the Heat: Part One
“Hi Jackson, it’s nice to meet you.” I extend my hand out of polite reflex, which I guess isn’t something an omega going into heat typically does because he looks down at it in confusion for a moment before taking it in his.
As soon as he does, I almost moan at the feel of his large hand wrapped around mine, and, dammit, there goes my slick again. The urge to tug him closer and beg him to touch me everywhere is overwhelming. And now that I’m close enough to catch a whiff of his deep bergamot and honey scent…
It’s a miracle I’m not climbing him like a tree right now.
“So nice to meet you, Camille.” His voice is as bright and warm as his smile.
I can’t seem to let go of his hand, but he doesn’t pull it out of my grip, stroking his thumb along the back of my hand.
I let out a breathy whimper, then immediately wish I could go hide because I sound pathetic and I’m making a terrible first impression.
“I’m so sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” I groan, giving him a sheepish look. “Well, I mean, I do, but this is all very new to me. Even though I don’t look like it should be.” Iforce a laugh. “Also, I think if you stop touching me, I might cry.”
Jackson chuckles and keeps stroking my hand with his thumb. “I have no problem with touching you as much as you want, and I definitely don’t want to make you cry. So how about we go over there and,” he inclines his chin toward the plush chairs, “you sit on my lap so I can keep my hands on you, and we get to know each other a little better?”
The thought of sitting on this younger man’s lap while he comforts me makes the sane part of me cringe, but my omega side is thrilled at the prospect. She’d like it even better if it involved him taking off his pants.
“Uh, okay, yeah.” I’m sure my face is red as a tomato at this point, but Jackson doesn’t acknowledge it, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze and leading me over to the chairs.
Our hands break apart when he sits down, which sends a wave of dismay through me. Tears well in my eyes.
He pats his thighs in invitation. “Come on, gorgeous.”
If Jackson weren’t so damn built, I might be concerned about plopping my thick ass down on him, but he looks like he can take it, so I sit down without hesitation. He wraps an arm around my back as I drape my legs over the arm of the chair, helping to keep me close.
Before I can think better of it, I press my face into his neck and suck in his soothing scent in a greedy gulp of air.
There’s a moment of bliss, followed by mortification. Oh god, what am I doing? I know he’s going to be balls deep in me later, but I’ve barely said two words to the poor man.
“Shit, sorry,” I groan, turning my face away so I don’t have to look at him and see his reaction to me shoving my face against him.
Jackson lets out a soft chuckle and uses his free hand to guide my chin so I’m looking back at him. “None of that. I’mflattered you like my scent so much. Sniff me as much as you want. I like it.”
I swallow hard as I search his deep brown eyes for any sign that he’s not being sincere. This close, I can see flecks of gold in his irises, and his eyelashes are so long they brush his cheeks when he blinks. Everything about his kind eyes, his subtle scent, and the way he’s caressing my back makes me want to trust him.
“Thank you,” I murmur. “I appreciate it. I’m not used to this whole…omega thing, and you smell amazing.”
“So do you. You’re not the only one having a hard time holding back, gorgeous.” He leans in to smell my neck and lets out a soft groan. “I’m not usually all that influenced by an omega’s scent since I’m a beta, but…damn.”
I snort, barely resisting the urge to roll my eyes. “I bet you say that to all the omegas. Just like you tell them they’re gorgeous. I know I’m a mess. You don’t need to flatter me.”
Jackson’s smile flickers for a second. Long enough for me to get a glimpse of the man behind the friendly smile.
He looks nervous.
Why ishenervous? He’s not the one who had his life turned upside down and found out that he’s not what he thought he was. This is his job. He does this all the time.
Unless…
Oh god. Is he nervous about being able to perform his job? Can he only get it up when he’s with some doe-eyed, nubile omega? He’s a beta, so he won’t have the same instinct to rut an omega that’s in heat. He’ll have to rely on his own sexual attraction to me. Which might not be there at all.
I should’ve asked for only alphas. At least then I wouldn’t be sitting here on a sexy stranger’s lap worrying if he’s secretly repulsed by the thought of fucking me.
Jackson’s nostrils flare as my scent turns bitterlike shitty gas station coffee, and he frowns. “Whoa, hey now. Don’t give me that worried look. It’s not false flattery. I called you gorgeous because you’re a knockout.”
His eyes fall to my tits and linger there for a moment, and when he meets my gaze again, a languid smile curves across his lips. “And you smell like my favorite latte, but a thousand times better.”
His voice lowers, and he brushes my hair off my neck, thumbing my scent gland. “Tell me how I can get you back to smelling like heaven, Camille. I’m already addicted to it.”
