Page 68 of Feeling the Heat: Part Two
“That was…” he rasps.
“Unreal,” I finish for him.
He chuckles, hands smoothing up and down my spread thighs. “Was going to say the hottest thing I’ve ever done in my life, butyeah.”
“It’s definitely ahandytrick.”
He groans at my terrible pun, and even though he fisted the life out of me on a derelict picnic bench, I’m remarkably comfortable.
He helps me up and tugs my sweats back in place, pressing a soft kiss to my stomach while he’s still kneeling in front of me. When he stands, I get a glimpse of how hard he is again, his erection pressing against his fly.
Jackson notices me looking and shakes his head. “Let’s go home and get cleaned up. The guys will kill me if you end up with bug bites on your ass because I kept you out here longer than necessary.”
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When we get backto Camille’s place, we take a long shower together, and I check every inch of her for ticks and bug bites. Then check her again in bed with my mouth pressing kisses and nips to every inch of her skin, ending with long, tongue-filled kisses to her pussy as an apology for being so rough with it earlier. The heat spike has ended, but that won’t stop me from giving her as much pleasure as she can bear.
“Enough,” Camille pants after I’ve made her come on my tongue for the third time. My head pops up from between her thighs to see her entire body is flushed, looking thoroughly wrecked.
I kiss her inner thigh and wipe off my slick-coated chin with the back of my hand. “Fine, but only because it’s a work night and you need your rest so you can go yell at people to stop being stupid and fix it when they’ve been stupid.”
Camille snorts at my terrible description of her job. “So magnanimous of you.”
I crawl up her body until my face is hovering over hers andsmile down at the heartachingly beautiful sight of the omega—myomega—who loves me.
The guys are going to be so jealous. I press a kiss to her cheek, then to her nose, which makes her giggle. Then to her mouth, which she sighs against. My cock throbs against her thigh, but I ignore it, stroking away some of the hair stuck to her sweat-damp forehead.
Not wanting to crush her for too long, I slide over onto my side, and Camille rolls over to face me with a soft, sated smile.
“Hey,” she whispers.
“Hey,” I murmur back.
“Are you sleepy?” Her eyes are still bright despite how languid she is post-orgasms.
I shake my head and glance at the alarm clock on the nightstand over her shoulder. It’s close to midnight, but I wouldn’t mind staying up longer if it meant more time with her.
“Me neither.” She smiles at me, and I can tell there’s more she wants to say, but she is hesitating.
“Is it time for heartfelt confessions?” I ask, trying to lighten the mood and encourage her. “I love pillow talk.”
Camille giggles. “Oh yeah? You’ve done that a lot in the past?”
It’s her second time tonight asking me about my romantic history, and I know it’s a little messed up, but I love it. Her omega is clearly trying to stake her claim on me.
“Sometimes,” I reply, the answer honest. “Not as often as I would’ve liked. Most people wanted to fuck me without a connection.”
“Screw them. They were idiots,” she half-growls with a frown.
“My fierce omega,” I murmur, reaching out andsmoothing away the wrinkle between her brows. “It’s fine. None of them matter. I have you. And before you, I had the guys.”
Her brow quirks ever so slightly, and my cheeks heat inexplicably. “Not for pillow talk. They’re not inviting me into their bed to snuggle or anything.”
Except for a few times in college… God, I’d forgotten about that. Blocked it out because of how pathetic and embarrassing it was.
Camille’s shrewd gaze scans my face. “What’s that look for?”
“Just, uh, remembering how much of a mess I was when I was younger. It’s a miracle that River is still my friend.”
