“Frankie,” he rasped, his voice stilling my movements.
Another one of those razorblades nicked me. If he turned me away right now, I would likely bleed to death. I raised my eyes, waiting for his decision.
“My name…” he began. “My real name is Oliver.”
Everything beneath my skin vibrated. I felt like I couldn’t stand still a second longer because all of the energy—all the emotion that was building inside me—was dying for release.
“Olly,” I said, trying the name out on my tongue. I liked it.
He must have liked it too because he made a sound in the back of his throat and nodded.
The damn broke. Whatever thin barrier had lain between us until this point was now completely broken. I pulled my hands up and leapt at him, jumping up and wrapping my legs around his waist.
He caught me, stumbled back a bit, but the ropes were there to steady us as our lips finally met.
I’d been kissed by many men in my life before I met him, but I couldn’t recall one of them now. It was like he was my first, my only.
“Say it again,” he said as he trailed kisses down my neck.
“Olly,” I purred and he sank to his knees.
He pulled back, robbing me of his lips, robbing me of the sensation of them upon me. His green eyes were practically electrified; they were so intense.
“Don’t ever stop calling me that. No one has called me that—” His words dropped away and he shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. Just don’t stop.”
I don’t know why, but tears filled my eyes. I whispered his name again and he lowered me backward so I was sprawled out in the ring and he was on his knees between my thighs, staring down at me with lust in his eyes.
He reached out, grasping the hem of my boxers, and yanked them down. I lifted my foot as he slid them off one leg and then I kicked them away, over beside his discarded gloves. I was still wearing a pair of white lace panties and a white tank top, but by the look on his face you would think I was completely exposed.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone as perfect as you.”
I sat up, my face directly in line with his hard abs, and I hooked my hands into his waistband and pulled.
He wasn’t wearing any boxers.
All the breath whooshed from my body and I was left with a dull buzzing sound in my head. He wanted me; that much wasveryclear.
I looked up, expecting to see the Charming I always saw, the Charming with the arrogant grin, the gleam in his eye… but that man was gone.
In his place was someone who was vulnerable, whose feelings were laid bare in his eyes and looked like he’d been alone far, far too long.
No, I wasn’t seeing Charming. I was seeing the real man beneath the carefully built exterior. I was seeing Olly.
“I want you,” I told him, reaching out my hand and grabbing the evidence of his want, wrapping my hand around it.
He closed his eyes and swallowed.
I leaned forward and placed my tongue at the base of his erection, licking upward like he was a giant lollipop that I couldn’t get enough of. He jerked and all his muscles went tense as I wrapped my lips around him, taking every ounce of him inside me that I could. His fingers dug into my shoulder and I smiled as I pulled back, using my teeth to gently rake upward, across the sensitive skin, before pulling away and looking up.
He groaned my name and pushed me back, coming over me, fitting his body along mine. I wiggled, trying to get him even closer. He chuckled in my ear and pressed a kiss on the side of my neck.
“Patience, love,” he murmured as his hand found the hem of my tank and traveled upward to cup the very sensitive flesh of my breast.
I groaned and leaned up to kiss his shoulder.
The next thing I knew, my tank was gone and the only thing between us was the lace panties I was starting to hate.
His mouth made me forget, though, and his tongue was like a magician who did things to my skin that I didn’t know were possible. It danced across my cheekbone, trailed down my arm, and then he picked up my hand, bringing it to his lips where he pressed single kisses to each one of my fingers.
