Page 67 of Feeling the Heat: Part One
“Jackson…” Her hazel eyes sparkle as she looks up at me.
I lean in, mouth growing closer to hers until we’re breathing the same air. Her eyes flutter closed and her breath hitches as my lips brush against hers. It’s barely more than a whisper of a kiss, because as much as I want to kiss her senseless, I remember how much fun it was to tease her.
If I wasn’t so close, I would’ve missed the little whine she releases. She’s trying to keep it trapped inside her throat, like she wants to hide her need from me.
That won’t do.
I chuckle, bringing a hand up to cup her hip possessively. A jolt of energy zings through my system as her invigorating scent blooms around me, and my laugh turns to a groan as she presses up on her toes to chase my lips.
Dolly’s bark echoes down the hallway, startling Camille. She takes a step back from me with a breathy, nervous laugh.
The spell of her allure breaks, and sense—along Ambrose’s warning about taking things slow—rushes back to me.
I look past my arousal to focus on her body language, and almost wince when I see how anxious she is. Camille is turned on, and her omega seems eager to rekindle what we started during her heat, but she’s also uncomfortable.
Stop thinking with your dick and think with your heart, dumbass.
I want Camille in my life in all ways, not just for sex. In my gut, I already know I want her to be a part of our pack. The moment I saw Dahlia switch from protector mode to loving on Camille less than a few seconds after meeting her, it became crystal clear.
Dolly wouldn’t steer me wrong. She knows Camillefits.
Yes, I know basing my commitment to something so life-altering on my dog’s opinion is a little nuts.
Whatever.
There are worse reasons to decide someone fits with you. How is that any weirder than smelling someone and deciding you belong together?
I move back, giving Camille some space and flashing her a bright smile while silently begging my dick to calm the fuck down. “Damn, my manners really are awful. I get you alone for a minute and start acting like I’m starving for you. Which, to be fair, I am. But I want to do this right.”
Camille shakes her head, and she exhales like she’s trying to cool herself down too. “I get it. My omega is a total slut, apparently. Self-preservation and rationality be damned.” She huffs. “Ugh, it’s driving me crazy.”
“Think it would help if I made you come real quick to take the edge off? I could probably get it done in under five minutes.” It’s meant as a joke, but the second the words tumble out of my mouth, I worry she won’t take it that way and I’ve made her more uncomfortable.
Relief washes over me when Camille smiles and shakes her head again. “Under five? I forgot how cocky you are.”
I place my hands on my hips, striking a confident pose. “It’s not cocky if it’s true.”
Her laugh at my words ends in a snort, and I’ll be damned if that isn’t the cutest thing I’ve ever heard.
It’s now of the utmost importance that I hear it again.
“So that’s a no?”
Camille laughs harder. “Maybe later.”
A second passes and her eyes widen as she realizes what she said. “I mean, later as in another time. Not tonight! Unless… I’m going to be quiet now.”
“After dinner orgasms are a maybe. Got it.” I wink at herand she groans, but I can tell she finds me charming rather than annoying.
Thank fuck for that.
I level her with a serious look. “Come on, we’d better hurry up or Ambrose will think we’re misbehaving. Don’t want Daddy to get mad.”
She snort-laughs again in surprise at my deadpanned joke.
Yep. That’s definitely my new favorite sound.
Camille releasesa soft moan that makes my dick swell as I stare at her plush lips wrapped around her fork.
