Page 152 of Claiming the Pack's Omega

I also know that given the bullshit he’s been put through that he needs more reassurance and what’s obvious to me won’t be to him.

“I like that you’re attracted to me, Milo,” I say, taking his hand and bringing it to my heart, right above the neckline of my tank top. “I like being able to see and feel that, you know?”

And smell it, too. God, his scent practically explodes out of him as he leaves his hand frozen on my chest. He’s not quite touching my tits, but he’s awful close.

“I like you touching me too,” I say softly. “But if you’re ever unsure about whether or not I want or like something, just ask. I’m an open book, you can trust me to tell you if I’m not a fan of something, I promise.”

He swallows hard, his tongue coming out to wet his bottom lip.

“Can—can I ask you something?" He whispers, his voice so strained it’s like he’s afraid if he speaks too loudly this will all disappear.

“Of course,” I answer.

My pulse is racing through my veins. He can probably feel my heart practically beating out of my chest.

“May I—may I kiss you?”

“Please,” I breathe out.

The moment that one syllable leaves my lips, his lips are on mine. His kiss is surprisingly hungry, and even though he’s a little clumsy with it, I can practically taste the need that’s radiating from every pore in my body.

His lips are just as soft as I’ve always thought they looked. I reach up and tangle my hands in his hair, tugging at the longer strands and using it to guide the rhythm. He’s a quick learner. A very eager one at that, too.

I can feel slick starting to pool in my panties.

It’s a different kind of kiss than the one I had with Theo, but it makes sense in my brain. This kiss fits Milo. It fits us together.

His hand that’s still resting against my heart flexes against me and I feel him pull away.

My chest heaves as my eyes flutter open.

Wow. If this is what it’s like just making out with a scent match, I wonder what it would be like to actually fuck.

“I have another question,” Milo pants, his words coming out in a fast-paced jumble.

“Go ahead.”

“Can—can I touch you—touch you more?” His gaze doesn’t drop from mine as he asks this question. It’s like he has to see me say yes in order to believe it.

Well, I can do better than just saying yes.

“Go for it,” I say, reaching down to the hem of my tank top and slipping it up and over my head before he can protest.

His eyes go wide.

He’s definitely not looking at my face now.

My nipples were already rock hard before I took off my top, but now, they’re practically blinking neon signs saying “touch me! Touch me now!”

A groan leaves his throat. A deliciously desperate sound.

Damn, I never thought I’d be into an alpha making a sound like that, but it sure does stroke my ego.

I reach out and take his hand, skimming it up my side until he’s cupping me.

“Fuck—” He practically coughs out.

“We could do that too,” I murmur against his lips before kissing him.