Eye Candy

“This dress has been drivin’ me crazy all night. It’s so fuckin’ hot.”

I whimper and his lips find mine again, kissing me deep, lips and tongues tangling.

“Let me touch you, just once. Nothing more.”

“Yes,” I say quickly, too quickly, but I can’t help it.

I want him to touch me.

I need him to.

His fingers dip to my panties, sliding beneath them. It’s been so long since anyone has touched me there. I’m wet. I can feel it already. He slides his fingers up and down with a ragged hiss, his kiss become even more frantic as he starts slowly rubbing that aching nub, driving me wild, building me higher and higher until I don’t think I can take it anymore. I kiss him so hard he makes a throaty sound in his throat, but he doesn’t stop me.

“Oliver,” I rasp, arching as an orgasm takes over my body, starting as a slow burn and building into an intensity I can barely handle.

“God. Fuck. Yes.” Oliver groans, removing his fingers from my panties and sliding them into his mouth with a look in his eyes that has my entire body coming alive.

“We’re going to do so much more of that, sweetheart,” he rasps. “Startin’ real slow. I’ll light your body on fire.”

I swallow and look up at him. “I’m okay with that,” I whisper.

He leans down, kissing me again, and I can taste myself on him. It’s so erotic. So damned incredibly erotic.

“Best Halloween I’ve ever had,” he says against my lips.

Dammit.

Me, too.





Chapter 8


“Well, someone has to enjoy this stuff,” Marlie says the next day, sitting at the freshly cleaned table at Sanctuary, wearing a wolf mask and holding one of the many cupcakes we had left in the fridges in her hands.

“It suits you,” Kenai snorts. “Well, your moods anyway.”

She tosses the cupcake at him.

“Hey hey hey,” I say, waving a hand around. “We spent hours cleaning this place last night, don’t you go messing it up.”

“Oh I’m sure you spent hours ‘cleaning,’” Kaity says, doing some air quotes with a big smirk on her face.

I look to Oliver and flush. He winks at me.

“Oh my God,” Marlie cries. “What was that?”

“What?” I ask, swallowing.

“That look you two just gave each other. Did you get jiggy on my floor?” She leaps up from the sofa. “On this sofa?”

I shake my head and Oliver snorts. “You’ll never know, Marlie. That’s the beauty of it.”

“Oh my God, nasty, nasty, you two are nasty.”

Kenai chuckles. “We’ve gotten ‘jiggy’ on plenty of these couches, babe.”

“Ew,” we all say, standing up.

Marlie flushes. “Well, thanks, Kenai. Way to make a girl feel slutty.”

He winks at her. “Only for me, baby.”

She grins. “Back to Oliver and Jade. What did you two do last night? I need all the details.”

“So do I!”

We look at the door to see Erin coming in, brown paper bags in her hands, coffee tray in the other. I called her on a coffee and croissant mission an hour ago. I leap up and rush over, hugging her and taking the tray. “You’re a gem. Thank you.”

“Yeah yeah yeah.” She waves. “Now, tell me what I missed. I was supposed to get all the juicy details about Oliver first.”

I look at her with big eyes. “He’s sitting right there, Erin!”

Erin looks at him, wiggles her brows, and nods. “Yes, indeed he is. Hi, Oliver. Are you going to tell me what you and my bestie got up to or do I have to figure it out?”

He grins. “Figure it out.”

“Well, he’s no fun.” She flops down. “Spill.”

“I like your best friend,” Kaity says. “She gets the goods.”

Erin smiles at Kaity. “Yes, well, she knows well enough by now she’s not to keep anything from me.”

“I’m not telling you all what we did, because we didn’t do anything,” I say, exasperated. “We cleaned up. That’s it.”

“They got locked in a closet for a while,” Marlie points out.

“Oh my God, Marlie!” I cry.

“Ohhh,” Kaity laughs. “That’s right. What happened in the closet? Was it a build-up to what happened later? Just a warm-up maybe?”

My God.

Someone kill me now.

“Never goin’ to find out,” Oliver says, reaching over and taking my hand. “What you can know, however, is that I’m takin’ this girl home in about ten minutes because she’s exhausted.”

Aw.

How sweet.

“Exhausted,” Erin air quotes. “Right.”

“Take her home,” Marlie continues. “Right.”

I roll my eyes.

They all burst out laughing.

These guys are the best. Without a doubt.

*

“You sure you don’t want to eat more,” Oliver says, putting my plate in the sink.

“God no,” I groan. I’ve eaten so much of that leftover food I can’t handle it anymore.

He chuckles. “Yeah, there was a lot of it.”

“So much. At least Marlie will have plenty of food for morning tea for a while, for everyone that comes in.”

“Yeah, she sure will. You tired?”

I nod. “So tired. The few hours we got last night just wasn’t enough.”

“No, it wasn’t.”

He walks over to me sitting on the couch, leans down, and launches me up and over his shoulder. I squeal and laugh, tapping his back. “What are you doing?”

“Taking you to bed.”

“Oliver, we’ve only known each other a few days.”

He slaps me on the ass. “We’ve been working together months, and I’m not taking you to bed to sleep with you, just to sleep. Actually sleep.”

“Together?” I squeak.

He slaps my backside again. “Together.”

“In my bed.”

“In your bed, sweetheart.”

“Oh, okay. Okay then.”

We reach my bedroom and he puts me down on the bed, reaching for the hem of his shirt and pulling it up and over his head. I stare at his body, taut and bronze, with some intricate tattoos snaking over his biceps and chest. He’s gorgeous, so much so it takes my breath away. “I love your tattoos,” I breathe.

“Thanks.”

“Do they mean anything?”

“Yeah,” he says, dropping his pants until he’s in his boxers.

“What?” I ask, eyes wide.

“They mean it’s time to sleep.”

I thump his shoulder when he sits on the bed beside me, and he grins. “They’re just designs I like, nothing special. You got any secret tattoos you want to show me?”

I laugh. “Nice try, but no. I don’t have any. I’m too chicken.”

He smiles and then nods at my shirt and shorts. “You sleep in that?”

“Ah. No.”

“Well, get changed.”

He climbs into the bed like he’s been there a thousand times before. So much for the shy, broody man I met a few days ago. It feels like we’ve been talking for weeks. I guess a situation like what we experienced will do that to someone. Still, I didn’t really expect he’d be so comfortable with me. I like it. It makes me feel safe, and I don’t get that feeling very often anymore.

I grab a pair of cotton shorts and a tank and go into the bathroom to get changed. It’s only midday, but we’re both so exhausted. I brush my teeth and my hair, then I join him on the bed, hesitantly sliding in. He doesn’t wait, he rolls and takes hold of me, pulling me to his chest and wrapping an arm around me. “I won’t bite, sweetheart.”