Page 74 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
ChapterTwenty-One
WHITNEY
The other side of the bed is empty when I wake up. All around me is the smell of rain. Snuggling into the blankets, I inhale deeply, savoring the way Hayden’s scent stirs things inside of me it has no right stirring. The door opens, and I peek over the comforter, grinning when Hayden stops at the end of the bed, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. I avert my gaze out of respect, a little embarrassed by the sudden surge of desire.
“You know it’s almost eight-thirty, right?”
“I wasn’t aware I had to be awake at a certain hour.” I sit and tuck the blanket under my chin, quickly dropping my gaze down his washboard stomach before meeting his intense stare.
His top teeth scrape over his bottom lip. “You’re trouble, you know that?”
“Me?” I ask.
“You.” He steps back and holds on to the towel to keep it from coming undone.
Pity that.
“Cover your eyes.”
“I can leave,” I say, scooting toward the edge of the bed with the blanket still cocooned around me.
“Stay.”
Like it’s been waiting for the command, my entire body goes still. My breathing is shallow, my heart fluttering inside of my chest as I wait for what he’s going to say next. I don’t understand the reaction I’m having to him. I’m attracted to him, that’s certain, but the way I want him to say something else. To tell me what to do… that’s not something I’m used to. Every hookup I’ve ever had was in dark rooms and the sex I had was rough and dirty. Like a secret I was never meant to tell.
“Close your eyes,” he says, voice rough and husky.
This time I listen, pinching my eyelids shut. His footsteps are so soft as he walks around the bed, stopping in front of the dresser. I hold my breath as he opens a drawer. Fabric falls on the floor. Hayden is naked in front of me. I resist opening my eyes to take a peek at him. The crisp cologne of his body wash tickles my nose. I breathe him in, core clenching with his proximity. His clothes rustle as he dresses. Even though my eyes are closed, his gaze burns into me.
“You listen so well,” he says softly, still dressing.
I bite my lip, unsure of how to respond. His feet pad closer, toes brushing against mine on the floor. Hayden tugs on a lock of my hair, and I look up at him, forgetting about what he told me to do. Good thing he’s fully dressed. I might attack him if he were still naked. I’ve never been so excited about sex.
I’ve never been this hungry.
He leans toward me, forcing me to shift back a little. The blanket falls off my shoulder and his attention strays to my neck. Slowly coming closer, he gives me time to back away before his lips press against my throat. I tip my head back, gasping when he scrapes his teeth over the sensitive flesh. My pheromones flood the room, sweet and needy. Hayden presses his forehead against my shoulder and inhales, gently but firmly grabbing my left hip with his hand.
“Trouble.”
“This is your fault,” I reason, pulling back to study his face. “If you weren’t so—” I cut off, waving my hand up and down to try and explain what he is. Controlling doesn’t sound right. Dominating?
“Do you like it?” He stays crouched over me, his own scent intensifying the longer we stay like this.
I scoff. “I think we both know the answer to that question.”
“I have to go to work,” he says, stepping back.
I instantly miss him pressing into my space. “Do you ever have a day off?”
“Monday and Tuesday.”
Those are strange days to have off, but he is a cop. They probably all have different schedules so someone is always on duty.
“We’re all off on those days,” he says, reading my mind. “We lined up our schedules and there are plenty of other bodies to take our place.”
“Guess that means another Bob Ross marathon.” I glance at my bags in the corner, remembering the key Granny left. “I need to go to the bank.”
“You can’t. Not with the Omega Council looking for you.”
