Page 2 of My Three Hometown Alphas

It’s probably a shit idea, but I don’t care. I kiss her. I half-expect her to pull away in horror, but she doesn’t. Her body settles more against me as she parts her lips for me on a small gasp.

Our tongues slide against each other like we have all the time in the world to explore one another, not like we’re stealing a kiss in the middle of a bustling airport.

This angle isn’t exactly ideal, but neither one of us are moving. I’m sure as shit not doing anything to break this moment of bliss we’re both trapped in right now.

I don’t really know how long we kiss for, but I know it’s long enough for me to be half hard.

She pulls away just enough to look me in the eye. She grinds her ass back against me, making my bite my cheek to keep from groaning too loudly.

“I guess you aren’t a liar, Mr. Above Average,” she says with a devilish glimmer in her hazel eyes.

“It’s only halfway through the show right now, angel.” I lower my voice so I’m sure no one else can hear us. “Keep grinding your perfect little ass against me like that, though, and I promise you’ll get the grand finale.”

She laughs, quieter this time. “What the hell just happened?” she asks, shaking her head.

“I don’t know, but I’m not mad about it.”

Her eyes soften. “Neither am I.”

“I’m Owen,” I tell her, stroking my thumb over her hip where it’s currently resting.

“That name fits,” she says.

“Well, that’s good. It would be a shame after twenty-seven years if I discovered my name didn’t fit me.”

She snorts out another laugh, jutting her elbow against my abs.

“Ouch,” I say even though it didn’t really hurt. “Do I get to know your name?”

“Avery.”

Maybe her comment about my name isn’t total bullshit because her name fits her, too.

“Nice to meet you, Avery.”

“You too, Owen.”

We stay there staring at each other for a long moment before she starts to sit up. I’m reluctant to let her go because I’ve already grown addicted to the feel of her cradled against me.

She gives me a small smile over her shoulder before standing up and retrieving her bag, which fell to the floor in the commotion.

“I guess I should go,” she says, looking around.

I grab my bag from the seat beside me, settling it between my feet. “Sit down.”

“Oh, uh… no…”

I raise my eyebrows. “Was the kiss that bad?”

She bites her lip, eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Fine,” she huffs, plopping down into the seat. Her bag falls back to the ground below her. “It was the best kiss I’ve had in a long time, maybe ever.”

It was a phenomenal kiss. I know practically nothing about this woman other than her name and the depth in those mesmerizing eyes, but I feel like I’ve known her for years.

How that’s even remotely possible, I have no idea.

“It was above average.” It’s a gross underrepresentation of the kiss, but it gets her to smile.