I couldn’t take advantage of him. Our first time shouldn’t be like this. As hard as it was, I pulled my mouth away from his.
“Don’t stop,” Todd said with a moan.
He rubbed his body against mine. I groaned, gripping his shoulders. I placed some distance between us, even though it was the hardest thing to do.
Todd looked confused, and a little annoyed.
“It can’t happen like this,” I told him. “Now go take a hot bath and get to bed. You have a long day ahead of you tomorrow.”
Todd silently fumed at me. He fisted his hands by his sides. Then he spun on his heel and stormed away. I heard the slam of the bathroom door later on.
I couldn’t relax. I felt edgy, unsatisfied as Todd was. I checked his security system, his doors, and windows.
Certain we were safe and nothing and no one was coming in without alerting me, I allowed myself to slump on the sofa.
Todd was sure taking his sweet time but that was fine. I made us both miserable by choosing to back away.
By now, I could’ve gotten Todd out of his clothes. I pictured Todd kneeling in front of, his pink lips wrapped around my cock.
I groaned.
I sure as hell regretted my decision now.
5
Todd
What the hell just happened?
I didn’t understand Marco one bit. One moment, things were getting all hot and heavy between us, then he suddenly turned frosty.
I peeled off my clothes and entered the shower. I didn’t turn the heater on. The blast of icy liquid didn’t wilt my erection one bit.
“You know it was the right thing to do,” I whispered to myself.
Marco told me outright he didn’t get involved with his clients.
On the plus side, at least I confirmed he wanted me as much as I desired him. I curled my fingers over my tormented shaft and began to work myself.
I moved my hand up and down my shaft. In my mind’s eye, I saw Marco ripping off all my clothes with animal fury. He would throw me down on the sofa and climb on top of me.
He’d pin my arms above my head, restraining me while I furiously tried to rub my dick against his like some horny uncontrolled Omega in heat.
God.
Just imagining Marco sliding his huge dick inside my ass made me hot all over.
Would he fit inside me? Would he knot me?
Alphas only did that with their special Omegas. Being Marco’s fated mate might explain how I’d fallen head over heels for an Alpha I’ve only known for a few days.
I barely felt the water running down my body. With a groan, I squeezed my prick. That did the trick.
I came, painting the tiled walls with my seed. I rested my forehead against the walls, feeling spent.
I might’ve orgasmed, but I still felt empty. I wanted the real thing.
I couldn’t stay mad at Marco. The Alpha was only doing his job, the job I hired him for. Clark was going to kill me if he knew I had the hots for my bodyguard.
I was distracting Marco when he was laser-focused on his task. I ought to be ashamed of myself but I wasn’t.
I finished showering. I put on a pair of clean boxers and an old white shirt.
It was time to face the music.
The adult thing to do was apologize to Marco for my earlier actions. I was the one who kissed him after all but he also kissed me back.
I shivered, recalling how big and warm his hand felt on the back of my neck. It almost felt like he wanted to hold me in place, to prevent me from escaping.
Infuriating Alpha.
Didn’t Marco know I could date anyone I wanted?
Is that the truth? Asked a cynical voice in my head.
I exited the bathroom only for the smell of garlic to hit my nose. My stomach rumbled, reminding me I’ve only eaten a ham sandwich the entire day.
I was famished.
I could eat a damn horse.
Was it possible Marco cooked for me?
I never pictured the big and dangerous Alpha as someone who knew his way around the kitchen. Then again, I had no right to make assumptions about anyone.
I found Marco in my kitchen. Marco set two plates of steaming pasta on the counter.
“What smells so good?” I asked, already salivating at the prospect of tasting real food.
“Cream prawn pasta,” he said, handing me a fork. “I hope you don’t mind. I rummaged through your fridge for ingredients.”
Licking my lips in anticipation, I took a seat at the counter. My stomach let out another embarrassing rumble.
If the Alpha heard it, he didn’t make a comment. Marco sat in front of me. This almost felt like a date but it was probably more of an apologetic dinner.
“This is sweet,” I told him. “Thanks for cooking. Now don’t mind me. I’m going to devour this in less than five minutes.”
I shoveled a huge chunk of pasta into my mouth. Rich flavors exploded on my tongue.
Huh. Who knew Marco could actually cook?
I moaned, letting him hear the pleasure in my voice. Marco paused from eating to stare at me. His gaze was intense. Hungry.
I didn’t how he found me desirable at that moment, because I finished off my entire plate like a starved savage.
“Do you want more?” He asked with a raise of his eyebrows.
I shook my head, suddenly embarrassed. Marco pushed his plate towards me.
Wait a second.
Me, shy?
I twirled my fork into his pasta and took a bite. I then picked off all the prawns on his plate, making him scowl.
“Prawn thief,” he grumbled.
Did I imagine the fondness in his voice?
I pushed his plate back at him, so I wouldn’t appear too greedy. Marco took quick bites. After he finished his meal, he reached for my plate. I batted his hand away.
“I’ll wash up. You already did the cooking,” I said.
I snatched his plate, aware the Alpha followed me to the sink.
“No one’s going to make a move on me in my kitchen,” I said in a light voice.
I might sound calm and even a little flirty on the outside but inside? I was a mess.
My heart hammered. My skin felt flushed as I scrubbed the dishes.
“I like being close to you,” Marco said.
For some reason, that hot little admission pleased me a good deal.
“Same.” I placed the plates and cutleries on the drying rack before turning to face Marco.
The Alpha leaned against the fridge with his arms crossed against over chest. I finally noticed Marco had taken off his leather jacket. The plain black tee he wore stretched across the wide expanse of his chest.
Stop staring at him, I told myself.
“Marco, about just now,” I began.
I didn’t need to continue because he neared me. Marco put a finger on my lips.
“You don’t need to explain. If you hadn’t kiss me, I would’ve been tempted to do the same,” Marco said.
I drew a shaky breath and looked him in the eyes. This Alpha was telling the truth. My stomach did a strange flip.
“Are you pulling my leg?” I had to ask.
He shook his head and cupped my cheek. I didn’t know why I leaned against his big and callused hand like a needy kitten seeking warmth.
It seemed like the right thing to do. Marco let out what sounded like a strangled groan.
“Then why are you making this hard for both of us?” I dared to ask.
“I might fail you if I’m distracted,” he said.