I thought carefully about what to say next.
“I’ve never liked someone as much as you either,” I admitted, realizing in real time that it was the truth. I’d never been excited about anyone like this before. The way he made me feel should be studied.
Instead of backing away, his gaze hardened into one of determination. “I don’t want to mess anything up.” He brought a hand to my cheek and traced a circle.
“Life is messy. We already established, we’re messy. And that’s okay,” I said.
He laughed. “I never thought you’d be okay with a mess.”
I put my arms around his waist, giving him a squeeze. “We don’t know what’s going to happen next,” I murmured. “But what I do know is that I’m going to combust if you don’t touch me right now.”
That was all it took for his mouth to descend on mine.
This time, I could feel the difference. Any hesitation had evaporated. Instead, there was pure resolve.
He grabbed me by my ass and hoisted me up, back onto the counter. I wrapped my legs around him, impatient to finish what we’d started. As our mouths continued to move together, my body grinded against his, securing him to me. He brought a hand to the edge of my shirt, sliding it up. The feel of his warm hand against my bare skin made me gasp on contact.
The fact that he’d shared something so personal with me only made my desire for him stronger. I couldn’t believe that he saw it as a weakness. To me, it made him seem real. And realness was something I had been sorely missing in my life.
I felt his smile against my mouth as he carefully traced his hand up my stomach, sliding it along the underwire of my brabefore cupping one of my breasts. The relief at feeling his touch on me was both decadent and short-lived. Each little bit of progress made me want more of him.
I arched my back and he took that as an invitation to yank my shirt over my head. I followed suit and pulled his shirt up. He pulled away briefly to tug it over his head before returning his touch to my body. He broke the kiss to examine me for a moment. Him drinking me in like I was precious made me simmer under his gaze.
“Fucking perfect,” he muttered, lightly grasping the edge of my bra and tugging it down to free one of my nipples.
I sucked in a breath, before he brought his lips back down to mine. As soon as he pinched my nipple, twirling it between his fingers, my eyes rolled back into my head from the pleasure.
After weeks of imagining what it would be like to finally cross that line with Oliver, to feel his touch on me without him holding back—I felt utterly undone. His touch wasn’t enough. I wanted his mouth on me. I wantedallof him on me.
He pulled the straps of my bra down and yanked the whole thing so it now sat around my waist, leaving me bare for the taking.
And damn it, I wanted to be taken.
He pulled back to examine me again, gave a little smirk, and then dipped his head, taking one of my hard nipples into his mouth.
I moaned the second I felt his tongue and teeth pulling and teasing me. I’d never understood the sentiment that someone could pass out from pleasure, but that’s about where I was currently at right now. And he hadn’t even taken my pants off yet.
The thought suddenly sent a hot pulse wave through meand I grinded against him as he flicked my nipple with his tongue before giving the other one some attention.
He had me—completely had me. I was ready to melt into a puddle right then and there, and I wouldn’t even know what it felt like for him to move inside me.
I ran my shaky hand down along his abs until I reached the top of his pants and undid the button. When I fumbled with the zipper, he took over, wrenching them down easily with one swift tug, and kicking them off. I pressed my hand against the hard bulge in his boxers and was rewarded with the tiniest of bites on my breast before he pulled away and moved to my neck. He brushed his lips against my throat and then my jaw before planting a kiss on my mouth. It was both frenzied and intimate. He wasn’t being rough with me, but the need was clearly there for both of us.
“I can’t believe you’re real,” he said breathlessly, before taking one of his strong hands and stretching my leggings away from my body. I gasped as he dipped his hand below my waistband and slid a finger along me, hitting the exact spot I so desperately needed him to touch. I moved against him, driven purely by instinct at this point. He slid a finger inside me, stretching me slightly before slipping another in.
I moaned, my lips slack against his mouth as my breathing increased.
He pumped them in and out, slowly at first, but then picking up speed. I was fully convinced my body had never felt this turned on in my entire life. I was so freaking attracted to him I couldn’t even contain myself. My body started to go slack as Oliver’s fingers worked inside me. A feeling bloomed inside of me, growing so intense I could barely take it any longer.
“Bed,” he said.
“No,” I panted.
His face scrunched up in confusion and his fingers stopped moving inside me. I nearly let out a groan of protest.
“Don’t stop,” I whimpered.
He grinned. “I’m not taking you on a kitchen countertop, Frankie. At least not for the first time.”
