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His lips touch the shell of my ear, and I whimper. “Nothing comes to mind? I’m prepared to work quite hard to please you.”
I’m clinging to the towel for dear life. My body is vibrating with the need to be touched. With the need for this alpha—for Kylian—to put his hands on me. I don’t care where. I need to rub myself on him, probably more than I need him to touch me.
“Everleigh?” he breathes. “How hard?”
My breath hitches. There’s no way he could have missed it with him standing this close to me. He has to feel the way my nipples have hardened when they’re practically poking him in the chest.
God, I need him to touch me. Why isn’t he touching me?
He inhales, groans so deep in the back of his throat, I’m right back to the night in the garden and he’s ordering his mystery woman to ride him nice and slow. His teeth rake over my earlobe.
There’s no silencing my soft, breathy moan as I press my back harder to the wall for support. With the way my knees are rocking, I’m going to be soup on this carpet in the next five minutes.
He leans away. I want to drag him back.
We’re staring at each other when I feel a gentle tug, and my robe gapes open.
I do nothing to pull it closed again.
Kylian’s eyes flick down and his jaw tightens. He swallows hard, and a barely perceptible tremor shakes his body. “You have a body that could bring a man to his knees, little omega.”
He lifts a hand. I hold my breath, watching his strong fingers hover over the curve of my left breast.
“Even you?” I whisper.
His gray eyes find mine. They burn. “Especially me. Is that what you want, sweet Everleigh? Me on my knees?”
I shake my head, trying to dislodge the image of him dropping to his knees and nudging my damp bikini out of the way of his mouth. “Alphas don’t go to their knees for anyone.Especiallyomegas.”
His lip quirks in a half smile. “Is that so?”
I nod, his mouth holding my gaze captive. All the things he could do with it… And his tongue. “It is.”
I’m focused onnotthinking about that sexy mouth. About the wicked half-smile, half-smirk I most definitely don’t want to taste that I jump when he drags his knuckles over my left breast.
My eyes fly to his as a gasp bleeds from my lips. Shocked. But not afraid.
I’m not afraid.
He watches me, one eyebrow raised as if waiting for me to tell him to back away.
He even leans back a bit, giving me room to slip out of his grasp and into omega territory. Instead, I watch him.
He drags his knuckles over the curve of one breast, angling down toward my still damp bikini bottoms.
My breath catches.
I part my lips to stop him. I think I intend to stop him.
Maybe.
His lip quirks in a smile. Dragging his knuckles back up again, his thumb grazes my nipple in a caress that doesn’t feel the least bit accidental.
I bite the inside of my cheek to silence my moan.
My knees are spaghetti now. Overdone, been in the pot thirty minutes too long spaghetti. I push myself back harder against the wall and pray that it’s enough to stay upright. If I go down, there’s no way Kylian won’t know what his touch is doing to me. He probably already knows.
“You’re tempting me to strip those wet panties away and taste, little omega,” he says.
