Page 12 of Such a Feisty Omega (His Alpha Desires #6)

Julian

“Thank you for such an amazing evening,” I said. My fingers ached, wanting to reach over and hold his hand. Tonight had been incredible. One minute, I’d fantasized about all the things I wanted Andreas to do to me, and the other, they were happening. He was gentle yet commanding, and I’d been more turned on than I’d been in my entire life as he drove through the streets of the city like it was his second or third job.

“Thank you for trusting me, Julian. I enjoyed myself as well.”

Enjoyed himself? In my mind, we’d shared an earth-shaking experience. My body still buzzed from the aftermath of the impact and ached for more from him. Ached for all of him, actually. “Oh. Good.”

He glanced over at me, restraint in his eyes. He kept them on the road for the rest of the trip.

“It’s here.” I pointed to my apartment. I cringed internally, realizing I’d told him my personal code instead of the guest code at the complex’s entry gate. Sure, I trusted this man, but I had to be safe at the same time.

As he pulled into a spot, my cock took the cue and grew uncomfortably swollen. “Sit tight,” Andreas said and got out. He walked across the front of the truck and came over to open my door. When I got out and stood, we were only breaths apart. His green eyes burned into mine and when I reached out to touch his stomach, placing my palms against his rigid abs, he let me.

“Let’s get you inside,” he whispered, but neither of us moved. I was aware that a cool breeze nipped at me, but my body was a furnace.

“Yes, please,” I responded and moved first. Not because I wanted to break the bubble we were in but because I wanted him to get me inside, then I wanted him to get inside me.

We walked up the stairs, his hand on the small of my back. My heart raced. We spoke no words, but sometimes none were needed.

Once we got to the door, I gathered my courage and turned to him. “Want to come in?” I didn’t expect the battle in his gaze. He looked into my apartment and then to me and back again.

There was a hesitation in him that was absent in me. “I have a very early morning, Julian.”

My heartbeat slowed, and a boulder formed in my throat. He didn’t want to come in.

“An early morning. I understand.” I wasn’t asking him to move in or even spend the night. I just wanted him to be with me—to continue the intimacy we’d begun in the club.

Maybe I’d been wrong. I knew what it meant when an alpha claimed an early morning to avoid coming in.

“Can I kiss you good night?” he asked, stepping forward. The mixed signals were maddening.

“Yes.”

He bent, and his lips touched mine. It started out as a chaste kiss, but soon, his tongue was in my mouth. I let out a moan, leaning in to him, but he pulled back. The sound broke our bliss, or maybe the sound reminded him that he wasn’t interested.

It sure as hell felt like he was interested.

“Good night, Julian.”

He walked away and I completely deflated. He wasn’t interested. Maybe I’d done something wrong at the club, but all his signals and praise told me otherwise. Wouldn’t he have told me if I had put him off?

No. I wasn’t going to do that to myself. What we’d experienced together at Cuffed was real and powerful. It challenged all my ideas about what I liked and didn’t like, sexually speaking. The heat between us had been real. The palpitations of passion were true.

But, for some reason, he didn’t want to extend it.

The problem didn’t lie with me.

Before he got back into his car, he looked up at me and, for a split second, I thought he might change his mind. My wolf howled inside me wanting him to, more than anything. I wasn’t even asking for sex, though that was on the table for me. I wanted him to hold me. Touch me. Kiss me. Lie together and simply look into each other’s eyes.

I watched his truck until I could see it no more and went inside. I was numb from the letdown and on the verge of tears.

Before going to bed, I showered and while doing so, debated whether or not to text him. I decided against it, choosing to believe his words. Maybe he really did have an early morning and I was assuming too much.

I did that sometimes. I thought everyone did.

I prepared everything for the next day’s work. I had a midday shift, so I didn’t have to go in until almost noon.

Too bad I’d be waking up alone.