“I’m driving you.” He picks my keys up off the counter where I must have dropped them earlier. “Not negotiable.”
I look down at the shirt I’m wearing. “Do you have my dress?”
“In the wash. It was... a casualty.” He grins. “That’s Knox’s shirt, by the way. He put it on you after you passed out. He was worried you’d get cold in the night. Alphas run hot, but we don’t want our Omega freezing.”
The word “our” settles over me, heavy and permanent.
“I need to change,” I say.
He crosses his arms, leaning back. “I’m not stopping you.”
I pull the white shirt up and over my head. The air in the kitchen is cool, raising goosebumps on my skin. I stand there in just my panties, clutching the shirt.
Fallon, who was putting on his jeans, goes still. His gaze drops, tracing over my collarbones, my breasts, my stomach. The look isn’t hungry exactly, just... intense. Reverent.
“You’re the prettiest woman I have ever seen,” he says softly.
The compliment hits me harder than the sex did. I flush, looking away. “Stop it.”
“I mean it.” He walks over to me. He reaches out, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. His knuckles brush my cheek. “I could look at you all day.”
He leans in, kissing me. It starts slow, a press of lips, but then he shifts, his hand cupping the back of my neck.
He deepens the kiss, his tongue sweeping into my mouth. I taste the muskier taste of Fallon.
I lean into him, my hands resting on his hips. I can feel him, half-hard against my stomach through his jeans. He’s insatiable.
He breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against mine. “I want you again.”
“Again?” I let out a breathless laugh. “We only slept for three hours. You’re impossible.”
“Greedy,” he corrects. “How about I eat you out one more time before you have to go? Please?”
My legs threaten to give out. The thought of his mouth on me again...
“Okay,” I whisper.
He doesn’t wait. He lifts me up, setting me on the edge of the cold kitchen island. The granite shocks my thighs, but I don’t care.
He drops to his knees, pushing my legs apart.
“Fallon...”
“Lean back,” he commands.
I do, bracing my hands on the counter behind me. He pulls my panties down my legs, tossing them aside. Then he leans in, his breath hot against my sensitive skin.
“You’re swollen,” he murmurs. “You’re going to be sore today.”
“Shut up and do it.”
He laughs, then his mouth is on me.
He doesn’t tease. He doesn’t draw it out. He licks into me, a wide, flat stroke that has me gasping, my head falling back.
He holds my thighs open, his grip firm, eating me out like he’s starving. He sucks my clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the bundle of nerves, and I see stars behind my closed eyelids.
It doesn’t take long. I’m already wired from last night, from the sight of him naked.
