To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 293

Chapter 293: WOLO 1 (M)

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He pushed his wet hair back from his face, water streaming down his jaw and neck. His shirt clung to every line of his chest and shoulders in a way that made my mouth go dry.

"Our clothes are completely ruined now," he said, voice low and accusing, but his eyes were bright with something that wasn’t anger. "Because of you."

I grinned, pushing my own soaked hair out of my face. "I can see towels over there." I gestured vaguely toward the pool house. "So we’ll be fine."

He moved closer through the water, slow and deliberate. "You know what they say about getting clothes wet."

"What do they say?"

"They’re much easier to take off."

I rolled my eyes even as heat bloomed low in my belly. "That was terrible."

"Was it?" He was still moving toward me, cutting through the water with lazy confidence.

"Absolutely corny."

"And yet you’re blushing."

"I’m not—" I splashed water at him. "We’re in public, Cian. Anyone could walk up on us."

He caught my wrist mid-splash, pulling me closer with an easy tug. Water lapped between us as the space disappeared.

"Well, you are my wife." His thumb traced slow circles on the inside of my wrist. "I don’t think that should bother us." His other hand found my waist under the water. "I’m sure they can always just turn the other way."

My breath hitched. I tried to swim backward, create distance, but he followed. One smooth stroke forward for every one of mine back until my shoulders hit the pool’s edge.

I was cornered.

His arms came up on either side of me, caging me in. Water droplets clung to his eyelashes. The sun caught in his eyes and turned them molten.

"You were the one who said we only live once." His voice dropped to something darker, rougher. His mouth hovered near my ear, so close I felt his breath against my wet skin. "I’ve never done it in a pool before."

The words sent electricity straight down my spine.

I scoffed, trying to maintain some composure even as my heart hammered. "What does that mean?"

"It could be an adventure." His lips barely brushed the shell of my ear. "Something to make us forget everything else for a while."

"Cian—"

"Would it feel less embarrassing," he murmured, nose trailing along my jaw, "if I said I could feel eyes on us right now?" His hand slid higher on my waist, thumb brushing just under my ribs. "And I think we should do naughty things to make them less interested in watching us."

My eyes widened. "Are you for real?"

I tried to turn, to look and see if someone was actually there, but his hand came up and cupped my jaw, keeping my face forward. Keeping my eyes locked on his.

"Don’t distract yourself," he whispered.

Then he kissed me.

It wasn’t soft or tentative. It was all consuming. His mouth moved against mine like he was drowning and I was air. One hand threaded into my wet hair, angling my head exactly how he wanted it. The other pressed flat against the small of my back, pulling me flush against him until there was nothing between us but soaked fabric and heated skin.

I gasped against his mouth and he took advantage, deepening the kiss until my knees went weak. Good thing we were in water. Good thing his body was pinning me to the pool’s edge because I was fairly certain I would have melted into nothing.

His teeth caught my bottom lip and tugged. A sound escaped me that I didn’t recognize—needy, desperate and completely shameless.

"That’s it," he breathed against my mouth. "Let them hear."

His hand slid down from my back, fingers trailing along my hip, then lower, skimming the outside of my thigh under the water. Every nerve ending I had came alive.

The world narrowed to just this—his mouth on mine, his hands on my body, the cool water and the burning heat between us. Nothing else existed. Not the threats. Not the danger. Not the weight we’d been carrying.

Just him. Just this.

His hands moved to the hem of my soaked sweater. The fabric clung to my skin, heavy with water. He tugged it upward slowly, his knuckles grazing my stomach, my ribs and my breasts. The wet material fought him but he was patient, peeling it away inch by torturous inch.

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