Page 66 of In Doubt

If I thought the sunset was beautiful, well it was nothing compared to this.

“Makes you understand why the ancient people were so obsessed with the stars and the sky, doesn’t it?”

“Yes. I bet they never slept, just stared up at the sky all night long.” I glance towards him. “I’d happily stay here all night.”

He laughs. “Not sure it’s the best idea. We’d probably get arrested or something.”

“It would be worth it,” I mumble.

The night breeze flutters around our heads, lifting pieces of my loose hair, a tendril sticking to my wet lip.

His gaze falls that way and he reaches out to remove it, tucking the lock behind my ear. His fingers brush my skin.

My heart stops beating. That electricity races around my body. My breath stalls.

“Omega?” he says softly. And I know what he’s asking.

He leans closer. I close my eyes. And this time there’s no interruption, nothing to drive us apart.

His warm lips meet mine, his arm slides around my waist and I sink into him, into his scent and his warm body and the magic of the moment.

I sigh a little as his lips move gently against mine and his grip on me grows tighter, his other hand coming to cup the back of my neck.

My gland tingles, my stomach flutters. I part my lips and his tongue slides inside seeking mine. I fist his shirt in my hands, wanting him closer, as close as he can be.

I swear I can hear the stars singing around us. Or is it the blood in my ears? The pound of his heart?

For several long delicious minutes I have not a thought in my head.

Until I do.

I’m kissing Jake Grantham.

Again!

17

Jake

Ican sense the security guard hovering behind us in the background. It’s time to go.

For a moment, I consider inviting the omega in my arms back to the villa – I would give anything to spend the night with her – but she asked me to take it slow. And Dylan is right. I need to show her that she can trust me.

I’m not ready to let her go yet though.

I take a hold of her hand and walk us to our waiting car, diving into the back, pulling her in after me. Unable to resist, I claim her mouth and she makes another of those little whimpers. I draw away, her eyes are closed in pleasure as I turn from her to the driver.

“We want to do some star gazing,” I tell him. “Can you take us some place?”

The look he gives me in the rearview mirror tells me he’s not buying any of that shit, but I don’t care, tugging Giorgie in close beside me as he starts the engine.

“The sand dunes are the best place,” the driver tells us.

“What do you say?” I ask her. “Want to see more of those stars?”

She nods with a wide smile, and I can’t drag my gaze away from hers until the car stops fifteen minutes later.

We stumble out of the car, leaving the road and heading out across the sand, our feet sinking through the dunes.