Page 64 of Feeling the Heat: Part One
It’s a potent contrast to Holden’s slimy gaze that left me feeling unclean. Ambrose's eyes hold desire, but it’s paired with something akin to awe. My omega wants nothing more than to sink into the hold of his gaze. To open my body, heart, and mind, and expose every facet of myself to this alpha.
She needs to calm down and get a grip.
I flush and lower my eyes to look at the dress I put on. It’s one that’s sat in the back of my closet for years with the tag still on. I bought it on a whim, and immediately regretted the purchase, my fear of being seen as not dressing appropriatelyfor my age stopping me every time I went to put it on. Until tonight.
The light floral pattern and the way the silky fabric hugs my waist and flares out into a flowy skirt make me feel soft and delicate. Like a princess rather than a world-weary woman.
Realization dawns on me why I chose to finally wear it tonight.
This dress makes me feel like an omega.
I fight to meet Ambrose’s eyes as a storm of conflicting emotions about that revelation washes over me. “I’m glad you like it.”
He smiles, a tempting mix of happiness and desire in his expression. “You could wear a sack and I’d still think you’re beautiful, but you’re practically glowing in this. I can tell how much you love it, and that’s what makes it so breathtaking.”
God, this man. How am I supposed to be cautious about tonight when he says things like that and levels me with that damn sexy, earnest grin?
“Thanks,” I reply breathily. “You look really good, too.”
That’s an understatement. His salt and pepper hair is slightly damp, like he took a shower not too long ago, and he’s exchanged his work clothes for a more casual open button down that exposes the t-shirt underneath, which stretches deliciously taught against his thick stomach and chest.
He looks so good it makes me want to drop to my knees and beg him to have his way with me.
My scent grows thicker around me, and I realize belatedly that I didn’t put on any scent neutralizer after my shower.
“Thank you, sweetheart.” His nostrils flaring as he catches my scent, and Ambrose releases a soft groan, his own citrus and herbal scent intensifying.
Looks like we both didn’t use our scent neutralizer.
I frown. “I’m sorry. I don’t know the protocol for meeting apack. I should’ve used something for my scent. I think I have some neutralizer in my purse, and I can use it before I come inside.”
Ambrose shakes his head. “Don’t. Scent is important for determining pack compatibility. Besides, I’ve been craving more of yours.”
My stomach does a little flip at his confession. “O-oh. Okay then.”
He reaches out to take the wine bottle from my hand, then steps back. “Come on in.”
I hesitate for a split second before stepping inside, the significance of entering his pack’s home anchoring me on the spot.
Tonight might change the course of my entire life as much as the night I revealed as an omega. As much as I’m trying to shield myself from disappointment, I know it’ll sting if things don’t work out. But even more nerve-wracking is the possibility that itwillwork out.
I don’t know how to be in a relationship with one person, let alone a whole pack. It’s hard to imagine an outcome where I won’t screw this up somehow.
It’s a monumental effort to unstick my feet and make myself face whatever is waiting for me inside. When Ambrose closes the door behind me, it feels like I’ve sealed my fate, for better or worse.
Please let it be for the better.
Ambrose reaches out and takes my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “I’ve got you,” he murmurs.
I smile at him shakily, stunned by how he’s able to read me so well. “I’m really nervous,” I confess, my voice barely more than a whisper.
He nods, his eyes shining with empathy. “Me too. Butsometimes the scariest things end up being the most amazing ones.”
“Yeah,” I breathe.
Ambrose sets the wine bottle down on a table in their narrow entryway and reaches out to coax me into a hug. “I’ve got you,” he says again, pressing his lips to my hair. A moment later, his chest vibrates with a soft purr.
My body relaxes against him, soaking up his scent and solid warmth. Everything about being held by Ambrose feelsright.
