Chapter 38
THIRTY-EIGHT
Playing: “Light’s Up” by Harry Styles
Kit’s tongue tastes like candy as it dances with mine.
His entire body lies heavy on top of me, and his fingers entangle with as much hair on my head as they can.
There’s a heat coiling deep down where our cocks grind against each other, and every movement makes me that much closer to blowing my load way too quickly.
His watermelon aroma sticks to my skin as he groans against my lips, and I find myself wanting to give him everything he could ever want.
I slow down, finding moments to breathe between intense pecks that help my body cool off. Kit smiles against my lips, taking the opportunity to nip me slightly with every other kiss.
“Go out with me tonight,” I huff out between kisses, and Kit pauses with a wide grin on his face.
“Like a date?” he asks, looking giddy at the prospect.
Still catching my breath, I hook my hand around his neck and into his hair. “Yes, like a date. Anywhere you want to go. Or I can pick, if you want.”
Kit’s eyes narrow playfully. “Anywhere?”
My teeth nip his cheek. He groans and his omega extends their neck for me. The sight of the unmarked flesh seeps into me. I want to bite him more than anything, but I know it’s not the time. So I just plant a few more kisses there, keeping our libido going as our conversation continues.
“Anywhere,” I whisper into his neck as I lick a stripe upwards and behind his ear. His pulse thumps against my tongue, and a hefty moan escapes him as my mouth touches the sensitive skin.
“Well,” he says, his mouth still agape. “There’s a new live action playing. About Amelia Earhart.”
“Those are teasing words.” I finally pull back and look him in the eyes. “That sounds perfect.”
“Yeah,” he replies, looking into my eyes with an almost vulnerable look. “It does.”
We stare at each other then, and my skin feels bare despite the many layers I have on. There’s something unspoken in his gaze, and it’s making me feel nervous in the best way.
“Thatcher… I love you,” he says, and my heart skips a beat. “I think I’ve loved you since we first met. But, these past few weeks, it’s grown into… more.”
“More,” I echo back at him, still mesmerized by the words coming out of his mouth.
“Yeah. Like a living thing inside of me. Every touch, every moment with you, has fed it and made it grow into this impatient, unbearable thing. Like it’s been waiting for me to express it.”
“And how do you feel now?” I ask.
“Well, I—” He swallows roughly. “I think it’s waiting for your response.”
My face softens, and I can’t help but let out a genuine smile at how cute he is.
I cradle his face gently. “I love you, too,” I tell him, and he exhales with relief. “I think I’ve been in love with you for just as long. It just took me some time to figure it out. You know why, now. I’m still confused by my emotions, but I’m not confused by you. Not anymore.”
My omega’s eyes shimmer. “It happened the way it was supposed to.”
“I know.” I wipe near his eye, moving away the moisture that wants to spill. “But I love you so much. I don’t want you to ever doubt that again.”
“I won’t,” he promises. “And I don’t want you to keep yourself from me again.”
I take his hand and place it over my thumping heart. “Never again.”
He kisses the tip of my nose, the sadness now gone as his gaze trails over my face lovingly. “Well,” Kit starts. “With our declaration of love now out of the way, we can get to the other stuff. So we can last until the end of our date…”
“Other stuff—” I start to ask, but then he’s crawling downwards, tugging my jeans off my hips with a wicked gleam in his eye.
I love that freaking gleam, how it sparkles and strikes all at the same time.
Love how his watermelon scent turns overly sweet when he’s aroused or excited.
There was never a universe where this omega didn’t completely undo me, and now I’m ready to fully live in it.
When he takes me into his mouth, my world blurs and crackles into an endless nirvana.