Page 18 of All Packed Up

The backs of her thighs bumped the mattress, and Nic’s large hands on her shoulders urged her to sit.

She sat.

And stared up at him, craning her neck back. The beta stared down at her, fully dressed, and the contrast sent shivers dancing across the expanse of her skin, tightening her nipples even more.

Wendy dropped her hand from his wrist and slid it down his hip, his thigh. He was right there, so tall and delicious and his scent was so soft and gentle, just like she expected from a beta. It made her relax even more around him.

“Does the cat stay?” he asked, turning his head.

The cat in question was out of it, head resting on the side of the small bed and turned toward the opposite direction.

“He has no idea what’s going on. Are you going to disturb him? He’s just sleeping,” she whined.

Nic chuckled. “Fine, but if he gets curious, he’s got to go,” he warned.

Wendy shook her head. “He won’t even move, promise.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” he teased.

But Wendy could tease back. “I hope you hold a lot more than that to me.”

She arched a brow bravely and palmed the back of Nic’s thigh, pulling him closer and parting her legs to make room for him. The beta fit perfectly.

“You gonna let me kiss you?” he asked.

Wendy nodded, not in the mood to deny this beta anything.

Kissing was her favorite part, but he didn’t lean down and mesh their lips together like she expected. Instead, he stepped back and stripped off his shirt, leaving her speechless.

She should have known what to expect from a gym owner, but she was still struck dumb at the sight of his flat stomach and huge biceps and square shoulders. His olive toned skin was gorgeous in the late day sunshine, and in that moment, all she wanted to do was see if he tasted as good as he looked.

“Some neighbors helped me carry all your stuff up earlier. Asked me if there was an omega in here.”

Wendy froze, staring at Nic as he unbuttoned his jeans, and swallowed a whine. She wanted to do that part.

“I lied, told them no. But they said they’d been scenting you all morning.”

Wendy swallowed in the face of this confident, sexual Nic. He stripped off his jeans, leaving nothing behind. Now they were even, and she couldn’t help the small smile that lifted her lips as she noticed his size.

Yeah, he’d do well enough.

“Care to tell me why your scent was so strong that my alpha neighbors could smell you?” he asked, pulling her gaze back up to his.

Wendy shook her head. She didn’t exactly want to admit that she’d spent all morning with one of her favorite toys, chasing orgasm after orgasm only to be less satisfied than she was before.

He arched a brow as he closed the distance between them again, and this time he lowered her down on the bed, onto her perfectly arranged blankets and pillows, and followed her. His palms pressed into the mattress on either side of her head, and suddenly it was a little harder to breathe, a little more difficult to suck in the soft floral scent of the sexy beta.

“You don’t have to admit it,” he said darkly. Deliciously. “I can guess well enough.”

Then he kissed her, pressing his full lips to hers. He tasted the same as his scent, light, barely there, but the clean hints she did taste on the tip of her tongue made her go back for more. Her hands gripped his shoulders and pulled him into her, and she parted her legs to make room for him.

One of his hands slid beneath the back of her neck, gripping her hair tight and tilting her to his advantage.

Her need was an explosive thing, detonating through her at his passionate touch, and she whined out a plea into the kiss.

Bringing her knees up on either side of his hips, she rolled herself up into him. She was rewarded with the hot, hard feel of his erection between her thighs, and she rubbed herself against him.

“Jesus,” he murmured, separating their lips.