Page 146 of Just Wait

“I can smell myself.” He chuckles. “I don’t want to waste the water on the bus, so I’m going to hang out until the others leave for the meet and greet.”

“Oh.”

“I told you, no one misses the drummer. I figured we could skip the after-party tonight. Once everyone heads out, I’ll shower, and we can sneak off to the bus.”

My teeth dig into my lower lip.

Jesus.

Where have men like him been my entire life?

I push myself up and roll over onto his lap. I’m not the most graceful, but I end up kneeling over him.

His snake bite piercings move with his face as he smiles like he has no idea what’s happening, but he still digs it.

“Hey,” he says, sounding amused.

“Will you sleep with me in the big bed tonight?”

His curls bounce as he bobs his head, sliding his hand down to cradle my ass.

“I would love to.” He moves closer, and I stretch up even farther on my knees to meet him in the middle.

His lips are plush and warm, and his stubble pokes against my skin. It’s a delicious dichotomy. He weaves his long fingers into my hair, and I whimper against his lips, opening for him as he deepens the kiss.

Every swirl of his tongue around mine intensifies the link between us. I’ve never had the kind of emotional connection that I have with Riser. It sounds so cheesy, even as I think it, but it feels like our souls know each other from some other place and time. Like they recognize each other on some deeper level.

He’s safe and comforting, but also dangerous to my self-control.

It’s bad to be turned on…

Unfortunately for me, Riser is far too good at kissing me senseless.

I grind over his lap as my nipples tighten.

Dammit.

I have the worst luck.

Mother nature hates me.

Everyone leaves for the meet and greet, and I debate how brave I am. Under normal circumstances, I’m pretty confident in my body, but this relationship is still brand new.

No.

This is not a relationship.

It’s a friends-with-benefits, casual type of situation.

Wow.

That was a lot of words to avoid admitting that I’m emotionally attached to Riser.

He’s still an alpha, and I’m still not an omega. It’s like I want to break my heart all over again, but I guess I’m a glutton for punishment.

He’s worth it.

All it takes is remembering how hard he was under me as we kissed, and I’m opening the door and letting myself into the bathroom Riser is currently showering in.