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Her breathing changes again. So does mine. “Here?” I breathe.
She subtly shakes her head. “Lower.” Her voice is husky.
Christ. What the hell did I sign myself up for?
Eyes locked, I slide my palm down and hit the small of her back, just above the swell of her ass when she whispers, “There.”
We haven’t even started yet, and I’m ready to devour this woman.
“What now?” I ask.
I was supposed to be finding out why she reacted the way she did to the pencil in the dining room. The thought of doing anything but looking down at Everleigh as she gazes up at me has killed all hopes of intelligent—or less intelligent—conversation. I just want to hold her like this.
“Now we move,” she murmurs.
I nod to show I understand. Waiting until she takes a step to her left, I move right, and we stumble. “Sorry,” I apologize. “I’m going to need a little more direction.”
She nods. “We go left. I’ll lead first until you know the steps, and then you’ll guide me, okay?”
I’m going to hell for this deception. I truly am.
“Got it.”
She guides us across the glossy hardwood floors, her steps slow enough that I can easily follow along. “If you count the steps, it’ll be easier to work out when to turn.”
I nod to show Everleigh I understand, but I don’t count the steps because I could do this waltz in my sleep. Instead, I admire Everleigh’s beauty from up close. The simple braid she tossed over her shoulder that I want to wind around my wrist. The faint dusting of freckles over her pert nose. And her buttery soft, vanilla-coconut scent… fuck, I willneverget enough of that scent.
“You don’t have a problem with me leading,” she says suddenly.
I cock my head. “Should I?”
She stops. “Yes. You should. You’re an alpha.”
“Agreed. But in this case, I don’t have a problem withyouleadingme.”
“I’m an omega,” she says as if her designation has somehow passed me by.
“Yes, you are.”
She stares at me for a beat. “No alpha would let an omega lead. We’re too submissive.”
“Unless there was an exception.”
She blinks. “What?”
“I said, unless there was an exception,” I say as if I’m not agreeing to something most alphas would outright refuse. “And this is clearly an exception.”
Her adorable, pert nose wrinkles. “It is?”
“It is,” I tell her firmly. “You’re teaching me how to dance, a valuable life skill, so that’s why it’s okay for you to lead.”
“Avaluablelife skill?” She looks like she’s struggling to believe it. I can’t say I blame her. So am I.
“Should we continue?” I prompt before she can ask what makes dancing a valuable life skill and who decided it was. I could come up with something on the fly, but I’m not sure how convincing it would be.
She resumes leading.
I fix my gaze over her head and fight back my instinct to take over. While I’m not as comfortable with this as I’d let on, if this will help Everleigh feel more relaxed around alphas, a little discomfort is worth it.
