How any woman could let this man walk away is beyond my understanding.
I push that thought away because he’s here. He’s mine now, and I have at least five days of fun in my future.
I trail my fingers down his chest and bite my lower lip.
“You’re sure about this?” he asks, his hands going behind my back, pressing our bare chests together.
“I know I want you. I want this. I want to figure out whatever this is between us.”
He rubs his thumb against my lower lip. “And then we walk away.”
I make a soft moaning noise as I kiss his neck, unable to stop myself.
“Say the words, Maren.”
I look into his deep blue eyes. “Then we walk away.”
Oliver’s smirk is cocky and sexy at the same time. “That’s if you can walk when I’m done with you.”
“Do your worst,” I toss back.
“Challenge accepted.”
I don’t have time to draw a breath before he has me flat on the bed. I squirm, but he pulls me closer. His lips are on mine in another searing kiss before he moves down to my chest. His hands are everywhere, touching, kneading, squeezing, and caressing. It’s sensory overload, but also heavenly.
His lips trail to my breast, where he kisses and licks around the tip before taking my nipple in his mouth. I cry out, hips bucking off the bed as he sucks greedily. His tongue moves back and forth, flicking it before I feel his teeth nip the delicate skin.
“Oh, God!” I cry out as his hand moves down my body before slipping under my borrowed shorts. When he finds no fabric underneath, he groans.
“Fuck, Maren. You’re not wearing underwear?”
“I . . . I don’t usually.”
“So, you have none packed?”
I shrug a little. “Not really.”
“Thank the Lord above.”
He tears the shorts off my legs and throws them across the room.
I don’t have so much as a moment to feel exposed before he’s kissing me again, tasting his way down my stomach before going lower. “I’ve wanted to do this for days now.”
“Days?” I ask.
“Weeks, if I’m being honest. Since I saw you again, I’ve wanted to touch you. Then there was that kiss. By yesterday, I thought I might go insane. There you stood in that white dress, so beautiful, smiling at me as if I were some goddamn hero.”
I press my hand to his cheek. “You are my hero.”
“No, I’m not.”
“You have no idea how I feel about you.”
Honestly, I have no idea how I feel. I’m conflicted because I shouldn’t feel anything. I should be nursing a broken heart, not dreaming of Oliver’s touch and mouth and what promises to be a very nice dick.
So, yeah, I don’t know what this means because it’s all crazy.
“Why don’t you tell me.” His voice is low and husky.
“I can’t.”
“Maybe you just need incentive.” He moves lower, pushing my legs apart. “You talk and I’ll lick. If you stop . . . well, I might stop as well.”
“Oliver,” I say, needing him so much. “Please.”
“Please what, sweetheart?”
I turn my head to meet his gaze. “I need you.”
“And I need to do this, so I suggest you start telling me how you feel.”
I groan because this is not going to go my way. I mean, it is a little, but . . . I can’t think and talk while he does . . . oh, God.
Oliver’s hot tongue slides against my clit, and I grip the sheets.
“I want to taste you, Maren. I want to make you come on my tongue, so give us what we both want,” he commands.
“I like you. I like how you make me feel,” I say quickly while I have some of my wits.
He rewards me again with his mouth. Oliver moves back and forth over the bundle of nerves, sending heat all through my veins.
“You’re selfless.”
“Selfless?” he asks and then flicks me again. “I am clearly getting so much more than I bargained for.”
“We both are,” I say before a long moan falls from my lips. God, he’s good at this.
As he licks, sucks, flicks, I keep talking. “You make me feel alive. You give me hope that there is more to love than I thought there was. I want you so much, and I don’t know what to do,” I admit, no longer sure if I’m speaking aloud. My orgasm is building so fast the words are a tumble of incoherence in my brain. “God, Oliver, what is happening? Why do I want you like this? Why do I need you?”
He doesn’t stop, and each second that passes, I’m driven closer to the edge.
“I want you so much. I want this to keep going, and I want you . . . all of you.”
My back lifts off the bed as it becomes too much. My orgasm rockets through me, causing me to call out his name and forcing him to hold my legs down so he doesn’t have to stop.
After what feels like an eternity, the pulsing slows and he crawls up my body, turning my face to his. He reaches over, grabs a condom, and slides it on before returning to me. With his arms braced on either side of my head, his cock pushes toward my entrance. “This is going to complicate things.”
I smile a little. “I think we’ve blurred all the lines already.”
“I think so too.” He pushes into me and freezes. “But this one . . .”
“This one—” I gasp, holding on to him.
“This one I’m going to erase.”
For the next hour, we obliterate every line ever drawn, and I don’t even care.
“That was . . .” Oliver says, staring up at the ceiling.
“Yeah.”
It was so much. It was amazing and beautiful, and now I’m pretty sure I’m going to panic. We had sex. Oliver, my friend from college and my best friend’s ex, and I just had sex.
Not weird. Nope. Not at all. We’re consenting adults who just happen to have done the horizontal tango.
I need my notebook and time to jot down all my pros and cons. I have to think about what it means and why and where and . . . oh, here it comes—the freak out.
“Are you okay?” Oliver asks, turning onto his side to face me.
“I’m good.”
“You’re sure?”
I look him in the eyes and vow to fake being okay until I can work through the options. “I will be. I just need to think.”
“Isn’t that the opposite of what helps?”
I shrug. “For most people, but I generally need to see something from all angles before making a choice. I don’t usually rush into anything.”
His brow lifts. “Really?”
Okay. I deserve that, but the last week and a half is nothing like my normal life.
“I am an analyst. The word alone should tell you what I do.”
“I get that, but where in this did you think through asking me to marry you?”
“Well, while that was a bit rash, I promise I thought through the options, and it seemed like the best path to the desired outcome.”
He grins. “I like this outcome so far.”
“I do too.”
“So, we’re okay?”
I would love to say yes right away but can’t. “Can you hand me that notepad?”
His brows crinkle, but he leans over, grabbing the small notepad and pen from his side table.
“Thank you,” I say. “I need a second.”
Oliver nods slowly. “I’ll wait.”